“It’s ok, this will be fun, I promise,” there is humor in my voice, and I marvel at the fact that I can sound so calm and in control when I’m drowning in anticipation. My heart is ricocheting inside of me. I’m not sure what I want to do first. Having him here on his knees at my mercy has my mind bouncing with ideas. I feel so much stronger and confident when I’m the one in control.
I walk over to the table and grab his glass, which is still nearly full of dark, amber liquid. I place it just under his nose.
“Want some?”
He nods. I tilt his head back, and pour some into his mouth. His hands are no longer at his sides, but gripping my waist tightly. I put the glass down, hard. I grip his wrists. I get on my knees before him and push his arms back down.
“In a minute,” I say forcefully. I run my hands over his thick biceps and shoulders, and back down over his chest, and down over his ample erection. We moan softly in unison.
I take the opportunity to appreciate the perfect specimen before me; his tight skin and small flat nipples, the sweat glimmering on his skin makes him look like a warrior heading to battle. He can’t see me staring, so I selfishly absorb and memorize the look and feel of him beneath my fingertips.
“I want to touch you,” he says gruffly. I almost feel bad. I undo the button of his slacks, and slowly slide the zipper down. I trail my finger up and down his happy trail, taking in the feel of the soft hair before plunging my hand greedily down into his briefs. I grip him—hard. I can barely get my hand around his impressive girth; I gently and clumsily jerk his pants down. I want to see him, all of him.
I pull his pants down as far as they will go. Given he’s on his knees, they don’t go far. But it’s enough to spring him free. I inhale sharply and bite my lip. I take a few seconds to indulge in the sight of him, and his gorgeous, impressive length. He’s so hard his erection is practically pointing to his navel. It’s pink, thick and ohmygod so long. The skin looks so smooth, and the sack that hands beneath is just as glorious to look upon. Holy. Fuck. I literally feel myself get wet...down there.
“Wow,” I whisper, “It’s…beautiful,” I think out loud. His answering smile is enough to make me liquefy. Shit. I didn’t mean to say that out loud. He bites his lip and I literally have to grit my teeth to keep from pushing myself on top of him.
I fight hard not to shatter the illusion that I am not in fact at his mercy. I’m crumbling more and more with each second that ticks past. I’m spiraling out of control at the sight of this splendid man before me.
I won’t pretend the bourbon isn’t helping me, but there is a still calm in my body. I feel in charge even though I know that if he were to reach out and touch me again, I would shatter like glass and succumb to whatever he’d like me to do.
I grab his hands, and hold them at his sides. I push my chest against him, and kiss him, hard. His lips part and I tentatively stroke his tongue with my own. I feel him pressed against my navel. His enthusiasm makes me smile into our kiss.
And fuck, the taste of him, the taste of his kiss fills me, and I bask in the heat of his mouth, and the skillful agility that his tongue unleashes. I pull my lips away from him, and take his hands, and run them up and down slowly over my outer thighs.
My breath is noticeably heavier and more strained. He grips me and pulls me closer to him, his erection presses against my stomach. I writhe against him, enjoying his pronounced arousal and the feel of his strong rough hands grazing my bare skin.
I slide his hands to the back of my thighs and over my backside. He grabs me roughly, and crushes me against him; his hands are splayed out wide, trying to cover as much territory as he can. His head collapses on my shoulder and I feel him tremble against me. Or maybe I’m the one trembling.
I swear I can feel his heart thudding inside his chest; our two hearts beat fast and furiously together until I can’t distinguish one beat from the other. I’m nervous, so very nervous, but I’m also giddy with anticipation.
Tonight is the night, and it’s beyond anything I have ever imagined or read about.
I grab the back of the tie that’s wrapped around his lovely eyes, and pull his head back and kiss him again. I bite and pull at his supple bottom lip, and as I do, his hands reach out grab my ass hard. His palms and fingers spread wide as he squeezes and grips me.
I take hold of his hands and slide them up to my waist, his large hands wrap all the way around me. I run my teeth along his jaw, and he tilts his head back to give me access to his neck. I bite down on him and roll my rapacious tongue down to the base of his throat. The taste of his sweat lingers on my tongue. I feel light-headed. I feel myself throbbing for him. The need in me is taking over.
I pull away slightly and take his hands once more and glide them up to my breasts. He squeezes and palms me, circling his thumbs around my erect nipples, my thin bra doing nothing to conceal my arousal.
I pull back just out of his reach again, my hand pressed against his chest to hold him back. I turn, so that my back is facing him. Remaining on my knees, I take his hand and guide him to the back of my leotard. I let his fingers find the zipper.
I hear him sigh and can feel his sphinxlike smile as he gingerly pulls the zipper down as slowly as he can manage. I pull just out of reach once more, and stand, taking my leotard off the rest of the way hastily. I’m in tiny black lace underwear, and matching bra. I’m practically spilling over the cups, my breasts swelling with my excitement.
I throw my leotard across the back of a chair. Then I kneel and press my back against his chest. I toss my head back over his shoulder, turning my head towards his perfectly carved face. His jaw is tight and strained. I grab his hair and bring his lips to mine. The skin of my back is pressed against his. His warmth mingles with mine. Skin against skin. Mmm...it feels incredible.
His hands find my chest and he pulls the cups of my bra down, exposing me. My insides tighten in response. I’m aching with the need to be filled. I want to find my release. My nipples harden and tighten even further as he circles them with his thumbs, pinching down and pulling on each one slightly. To my surprise they extend even further.
His hands travel to my waist, and I pull forward and place my hands down flat on the concrete floor and grind my ass against his rock hard erection.
I can feel the slight moisture forming at his tip and I push against him yet again. His hands grip my cheeks hard. He slaps my left cheek and I throw my head back and cry out as pleasure and pain spread through me.
We both groan loudly. I thrust against him a few more times. He surprises me by literally ripping the tiny scrap of lace underwear from my body. I stare after them with wide eyes as he flings the material across the room. He rubs his cock between my cheeks, and slides up and down.
He strokes himself repeatedly against my heated skin, without entering me, and I match his rhythm. I’m losing the battle. I feel myself crumbling, ready to give into him and he’s not even inside of me yet.
I pull away from him, and watch him collapse onto his hands. I stand and make my way behind him and pull the back of the tie, effectively pulling him up again. I untie the belt from around his ankles.
“Stand up,” I say hoarsely. He does what I ask; somehow managing to rise from the hard concrete floor gracefully even though he is blind and his knees are weak from kneeling. I pull his pants down to his ankles, and he kicks both his shoes and pants off.
Fuck. He is delectable. His body is all man; rock hard, decorated with thick and trim muscle all over. And here I am, nude except for my ludicrously high heels, my breasts exposed and spilling over the cups of my bra.
“Put your hands behind your back, enough touching for now.”
He sighs an exaggerated sigh, but suppresses his smile by biting his swollen bottom lip. I quickly tie his hands behind him with his belt. I get down on my knees behind him and run my hands over his forearms, and down over the sides of his thighs, down to his calves, and then back up to his perfect, tight ass.
I d
on’t know what happened to shy and demure, Lenore, but I can sincerely say I don’t miss her at this moment. I’m exploring his body with my hands, my eyes, my mouth...I love how the desire and lust I feel for Vincent possesses me and enables me to do the things I recently only dared to dream about.
I grip his erection in my hand, and I feel him flex against my touch. The feel of him, so hard, in my hands, turned on by me, is overwhelming. I feel dizzy with power. I trail my tongue from the back of his knees all the way up to his left butt cheek where I let my bottom teeth graze him. I bite down gently.
He moans, and his thighs tighten in response. I don’t know how much longer I can torture him, or myself. I slide my breasts against the back of his legs, pressing my body against his. I stand and practically purr as I let my nipples trace his skin. I flatten myself against his back. My hands splayed wide against his abdomen. I slide my hands across his body, over his length and then to his scrotum. I did not think it’d feel so soft, and smooth in my hands. I gently tug on his skin, wanting to wrap my hands fully around him, but I’m unable to. He’s just big, everywhere.
I tug gently on the back of the tie and steer him into the dining chair he vacated only moments ago when we were both shyly dining and making polite conversation. That feels like years ago. I scrape the chair back loudly against the floor.
He sits, and I waste no time grabbing his knees, spreading his legs open wide. I skim my nails up his inner thighs, and palm his heavy sack.
Oh my…this feels incredible. I can’t decide where I want to put my mouth first.
“Fuck, Lenore...I’m almost there already.”
Ooh, I got my gentleman to curse again! I run my tongue up and around each side of his sack and suck gently. The skin doesn’t feel like I expected it to feel. It’s velvety soft. And the taste of him...it makes me feel greedy. My mouth is ravenous for more. He slides to the edge of his seat to give me better access. My hand runs up and down his length as I roll my tongue around his thick, wide head and taste the salty bead of moisture that’s just formed.
Mmm. I feel myself swell and throb with want. We’re aching with the need for release. I take him into my mouth, and slide down as close to his root as I can possibly get, until at last, I feel the crown of his erection push against the back of my throat.
He hisses out his breath through gritted teeth, and moans again. I push my breasts against the inside of his thighs and suck him hard. Pulling up, circling his head, and then I take it all in again, this time taking him even further into my hungry mouth.
I cannot believe how good this feels, how empowering it feels to do this, to watch him fall apart beneath my touch. And he tastes so incredibly unique.
Raw. Sweet. Dirty. Vincent.
I repeat the same motion, going faster and faster, I feel him twitching, breathing hard and moaning. He’s going to come. I can feel it. It’s as though my body is attuned to his, I know that he so very close to release.
“Lenore, you take it so deep,” he pants. Emboldened by his words I take him down even further, nearly gagging in the process, but I want moremore of him. I want to be filled by him.
“I’m going to come, Lenore,” his voice is a rasp, and then he does. His body stiffens as he flexes himself into me. He comes hard and fast inside my mouth. His sweet and salty orgasm pours into me as he groans and stills, thrusting his hips, pushing himself as far into my mouth as he can. I savor the taste of him, the feel of him inside my mouth. His cock… His orgasm… His arousal… It’s mine. All mine.
We groan in unison as I drink him in. I don’t know how I expected him to taste, but it’s surpassed any expectation I may have had. He’s fucking delicious. His chest rises and falls hard; his mouth slack. I palm his sack again and then get up to straddle him.
His gorgeous chest is covered in a slight sheen of sweat. I let his slick cock rest between my thighs. I writhe against his dying erection. He moans again as I push my breasts in his face. He finds my nipple and rolls his tongue over it, circling, and biting softly. Shit! I never knew how good this could feel. My nipples peek and my body begins to climb and uncoil. I want his eyes on me and so I reach back, slowly and tentatively begin to unlace the tie. It slides free and he blinks into focus. His eyes search my face and then take in the sight of me; straddling his naked body, breasts pushed up and exposed.
“Can I touch you now?” He asks, and all I can do is nod, meekly.
I’m about to reach back and remove the belt from his wrists when I hear it drop to the floor. How did he free himself, again? Andthenthat’s it. He completely takes control.
He grabs the back of my head, pulling my hair out from its ponytail and kisses me, hard. He pushes himself against me. I moan, grateful for the friction, I start to grind and push myself against him as my body slowly begins to uncoil and search for its release. I’m panting, like an animal. My dignity, my pride… It’s gone and vacated the building.
He hoists me up by my waist and stands. I wrap my legs around him and in a few long strides I’m flung down onto his bed. I want to run, and get away. He has the upper hand now and I’m treading dangerous territory.
He drinks in the sight of me, passion filling his eyes. My breasts trussed up in my bra, my legs spread, sans underwear; I’m ready and waiting.
He looks down at me in awe and I can’t help but lift my hips up off the bed as my needy treacherous body betrays my longing to be filled by him. Equal parts fear and excitement are rolling through me.
His mouth is on me again; his expert tongue circles my navel, as he inserts two fingers inside of my wet and swollen sex. I throw my head back as I absorb the alien sensation of his fingers and mouth on my body. I’ve never experienced such sweet torture.
I let out a loud gasp, and moan. His thumb circles the tight bud of my sex at a deliciously slow tempo as he spreads his two fingers wide.
“You’re so wet and tight,” he growls hoarsely. My legs feel like they are made of putty. I feel weak, but sublime at the same time. I start to moan, writhe and gasp as his fingers work their magic. He lips ascend north and he slides the peak of my breast into his mouth. I grab my hair, and remove my cat ears and mask. His mouth slides down and over my sex, and as soon as his tongue flicks my clit, my body releases the strongest sensation I’ve ever experienced. I feel my eyes roll back in my head as my body bends and arches. I don’t want it to end...this feeling is everything.
I explode. I fucking detonate. My body combusts, and like a million tiny pieces of sand, I scatter all around him.
He slowly pulls his fingers out of me and puts them both into his mouth. He sucks and savors me with his eyes closed as his other hand reaches for his erection. He starts to stroke himself. His muscles in his abdomen ripple as he works himself up. My vision is a blur. I feel so weak, but I want more, and so does he. I watch him through heavy, hooded eyes. His manhood is...beautiful, but terrifying, too. It’s so...big.
He leans down over me as I start to slowly join the world again. He trails his tongue across my throat and before I can fully comprehend what’s happening, he savagely thrusts himself into me, hard and fast. He rips into me. Pushing so far we slide up the bed. My head hits his backboard. My body grips him tightly from the inside, my eyes widen and my mouth forms a wide O. It feels so foreign to me, the sensation of him filling me, pushing and thrusting his most splendid body part inside of me. My body bows against him, there is a tightness forming deep inside of me, a slow and painful build up.
I stop resisting him, and I force myself to relax and accept him despite the soreness that is building from within. It feels like he is so far inside of me that even my throat clenches. It hurts, but it feels so fucking spectacular, too.
He initiates a hypnotizing rhythm, circling his hips, tearing and pushing further into me with each thrust. The tight pinching sensation eventually dulls into the background and my pleasure builds swiftly and rampantly. I push against him, stroking myself against him.
I’ve barely caught
my breath; his unexpected assault has left me feeling so dangerously full. I didn’t know I could stretch so far. It hurts, but I crave it, I crave the mind-numbing pain and pleasure. He cradles my head in his hands, and kisses me.
Softly, so softly I barely feel it. His breath tickles my lips. I tilt my hips up eagerly to meet him thrust for thrust. His kiss, a stark contrast to the violent delight he’s unleashing. To say it feels good would be the understatement of a lifetime. This feeling is beyond description, beyond words and beyond comprehension.
He trails his mouth down my neck and palms both of my breasts again, all while pushing himself into me savagely.
“You’re so tight, Lenore. You. Feel. So. Good,” his voice is a staccato whisper in perfect synchronization with each thrust. His mouth presses against my neck as his hand cradles my head, gently tugging my hair, and keeping my head from hitting the backboard too roughly.
I think I’m still in shock, I feel myself swelling and pulsing around his thick manhood, I’m ready to let go again. I groan, pant and whimper uncontrollably. He pushes into me, digs into me; burying himself deep inside. He circles his hips slowly,firmlyapplying the perfect amount of pressure. Our lips part and I take his tongue into my mouth. I slide my tongue against his, but I can’t distract myself from the riotous feeling he elicits and the impending orgasm that I know is about to erupt and devour us both.
“Damn it, Lenore!” he moans again. He pulls himself out, his dick, slick and wet, and then slams back into me, circling his hips again, burying his cock so deep I have to cry out. Somewhere in the process, my bra has come off. My hips lift completely off the bed, his hands grip them roughly. He repeats the same motion a few more times. I try in vain to fight my orgasm; I don’t think I can let it go. I’m scared of the intensity of the sensation, and the feeling of not being in control, not in the least. It feels so good, but frightening at the same time to be so completely outside of myself.
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