by Alexis Angel
“That makes two of us,” she whispers as, still kissing her neck, I let one hand fall to her chest and squeeze her right breast over the fabric of the towel, feeling the perfect fleshy curves molding to my hand. My other hand goes around her waist and I cup her ass, the memories of her naked body flooding me at once as I grab her. My cock pulses against her hand, so strongly I wouldn’t be surprised if it just ripped its way out of my pants.
Yeah, I want her that bad.
“I want you… Bad,” I say, voicing my private thoughts as she curls her fingers even more tightly around my shaft, slightly moving her wrist up and down and stroking me over the fabric of my pants. Acting as if it had a will of its own, the hand I have on her breast falls down her chest and goes straight to between her thighs; bunching up her towel, I flatten the palm of my hand there, cupping her pussy harshly over the fabric. Even though there’s a barrier between my hand and her pussy, the anxious way she’s breathing tells me she’s already soaking wet. And, hell, just thinking of that makes me want to go down on my knees and taste her right here and now.
And why not?
Both my hands go to her waist and, pinning her against the wall, I go down. My eyes never leave hers, a spark of desire flickering in her face as my knees touch the floor - she knows what’s coming, and she can’t wait for it. I throw a quick glance to the side and, making sure that the door is already locked, I go for it: I hook my thumbs on the hemline of the towel and lift it up to her waist.
Instead of attacking her pussy right away, I decide to take my time with it. I want her to lose all control, and I know exactly how to do that.
I start by laying my lips on her knee and, doing it as slowly as I can, I kiss her skin in a straight line toward her pussy. I stop on her inner thigh, taking my time as I brush my lips against her flesh there, and I take a deep breath to feel her sweet inebriating scent.
“If only food was as delicious as you are, Megan,” I whisper, looking up at her pink pussy, her wet inner lips calling to me. I breath softly into her pussy and, feeling her tremble, I then touch her folds with the tip of my tongue, running it up and down as slowly as is humanly possible.
“Oh, please,” she begs me, unconsciously bucking her hips at me, and I know exactly what she wants. I take my hands to her ass and, with my fingers digging into the flesh of her cheeks, I pull her into me.
The moment my mouth touches her pussy lips, I breathe in. Her scent hits me again, stronger this time, sweet and intoxicating. Just like a drug, except it has no drawback and is more addicting - I forget all about where I am, the only thing my mind can process being the perfect wet pussy right in front of me.
I suck on her hard, her creamy juices hitting my tongue immediately; swear to God, I suck so hard I think her inner lips go dry. I close my eyes, savoring her most intimate parts with my mouth, and let pleasure wash all over me. How can a woman taste this amazing? I could eat her out for hours and hours.
Slightly tilting my head sideways, I suck her folds inside my mouth, her juices coating the inside of my mouth. I part my lips, letting my tongue run over the length of her pussy, and then I circle her soft clit. She trembles slightly, her hands now on my head, disheveling my hair. I place one hand under her ass, forcing her to lift one leg up; she does it willingly, placing her leg over my shoulder. Grinning, I pull back just for one second, my eyes opening as I look up at her: she has her eyes closed, her back against the wall as her chest rises and falls softly. God, she looks so sweet.
As sweet as sin, that is.
I go for it once more, my eyelids closing as I wrap my lips tightly around her clit. I suck on it, pressing down with my tongue at the same time; her fingers curl around my hair more harshly, and I can already feel her breathing becoming more ragged. That just makes me suck on her even more eagerly, her flavor inundating my mind and making me lose all sense of self.
Opening my mouth as wide as I can, I press it against her folds, jabbing my tongue past her inner lips as I place one arm over her waist, my hand reaching for her clit. I find it with two fingers and I immediately start rubbing her soft sweet spot. A tenuous moan leaves her lips, her hands running back and forth over my hair; then, with her fingers acting like hooks on my hair, she pulls on my head as she thrusts with her hips. I go insane, her scent climbing all the way up to my brain like a bullet. I’m no longer eating her out - I’m devouring her, my tongue and fingers working her with a hunger only Megan can tame.
I keep on sucking and licking until I feel her close to the verge of ecstasy. Then I keep going, her moan turning into a loud sigh as she arches her back against the wall, her body becoming as tense as a coiled spring.
Thrusting hard against my mouth, she comes hard, holding my head in place as I feel sweet little spasms taking over the muscles in her thighs. Only when the pressure in her fingers eases up do I pull back, slowly opening my eyes and looking up at her. Her eyes are still closed, her head against the wall as she tries to catch her breath. I put the leg she has over my shoulder down on the floor and stand up, her towel falling down over her waist and covering her. I almost reach for it, anxious to simply rip it off and shred it to pieces - but saner thoughts prevail and, somehow, I manage to control my urges.
“You taste amazing,” I whisper against her ear, my cock tenting my boxer briefs and pants. “I love how your pussy tastes, Megan.”
With a smile on her lips, she opens her eyes slowly and purrs, her words driving me completely insane.
“Let me taste it then,” she says, and I’m leaning forward toward her before I have even understood her words. Before our lips touch, she runs her tongue from my chin to my mouth, taking in her own fluids; then, with our mouths pressed tight against each other, we both part our lips and let our tongues wrestle against one another, my hands all over her perfect body.
“I want that tight mouth of yours,” I find myself saying, a grin dawning on my lips. “I want to feel your lips around my cock, and I want to fuck that sweet mouth,” I continue, brushing my thumb over her perfect full lips.
She grins back at me, a flicker of defiance in her eyes.
“Or what?” She defies me, the air around us crackling with possibilities. I say nothing - I just place one hand inside the pocket of my pants and fish out a tie I had placed there before coming to her bedroom.
Don’t look at me like that - I had a feeling that things could get interesting, and I decided that maybe I could spice things up a little.
And guess what? I was right.
“There’s no ‘or what’,” I tell her, letting her know that things are going to happen exactly like I told her. Raising my arms up, I run my fingers over the length of the tie and then place it over her eyes, tying it behind her head. She remains still as I do it, allowing me to blind her momentarily.
“See? It’s so much easier when you obey,” I chuckle softly, my fingers on the nape of her nape. Holding my breath, I let my fingers wander down and then I hook them on her towel, right above her breasts. With a quick tug, I unwrap the towel and it falls at her feet, revealing her perfect silhouette.
I start breathing again, sighing heavily as I take in her delicious figure. Her rosy nipples are already hard, and I can almost feel them calling for me. Then, I let my eyes fall down to her pussy and I smile to myself as I realize how wet she is, her folds glistening from her juices and my saliva. I bring my gaze up to her face and, looking at her parted lips, I feel that urge once more, the urge that makes me want to take over her mouth.
“On your knees,” I tell her then, the tone of my voice leaving no room for a challenge. She goes down on her knees at once, her hands sliding down my chest until she has her fingers hooked on my belt. With her index finger she traces the contour of my cock, using her touch as a replacement for her sight. As she starts to unbuckle my belt my cock pushes harder against my pants, pulsing with raw uncontrollable desire. Oh, I need this.
My belt taken care of, she starts to unbutton my pants, my cock pushing out agai
nst the fabric of my boxer briefs. I can’t help but close my eyes and sigh sharply as she presses the palm of her hand against my erection, massaging my shaft with slow cautious movements. Then, no warning at all, her fingers curl around the hem of my boxer briefs and she tugs them down; my cock jumps free immediately, slapping the palm of her hand hard.
I open my eyes, looking down at Megan as she grabs my cock with her small delicate hand. I usually don’t brag about how big I am, but right now, watching her petite fingers struggling to wrap themselves around my shaft… Well, I can’t help but see myself as a very big guy. And do you know what a big guy like me enjoys? A tight pussy - one just like Megan’s.
As Megan starts to stroke me, her hand moving back and forth over my shaft, I place both my hands on top of her head and run my fingers through her silky hair. Her head sways gently as I move my hands, her mouth dangerously close my cock; her lips are slightly parted, as if she’s readying herself.
“You want it as much as I do, don’t you?” I ask her, slightly moving my hips forward so that the tip of my cock is just an inch away from her delicious lips. She nods obediently, a smile taking over her lips.
“I do,” she whispers, her sweet breath on my cock sending a shiver up my spine. She runs her tongue between her lips, almost as if she’s preparing herself for what’s going to happen next. “I want it.”
“Open your mouth,” I tell her, her lips parting immediately. I take one hand off of her head and, placing my hand over hers, I grab my cock, pushing it down and aiming it straight at her mouth. I brush its tip over the gap between her lips, slowly moving my cock left and right. “I can’t get enough of this,” I tell her, gently moving my hips forward and pushing my tip inside her mouth. With both hands again on her head, I keep it in place as I push my cock deeper in, sliding it over her tongue until I can almost feel the back of her throat. “Show me what you can do, Megan,” I continue, and she wraps her lips hard around my shaft, almost as if my words were sending ripples of anticipation through her mind.
Fighting back against the hold I have on her, she pushes her lips down my shaft until they meet the skin at the base. She pushes further down and I can’t help but look down and marvel at the sight, my whole length inside of her mouth. Once again, I’m not exactly a small guy - and it takes one hell of a woman to do what she’s doing right now. A talented woman. As her lips meet the base of my cock she looks up and, even though she has my tie wrapped around her head, I instinctively smile down at her as she slowly rolls her mouth back over my shaft.
“That’s good,” I tell her with a grin. “Fuck, Megan, you’re a talented woman.” As a response, she goes back down again, her movements so precise and seductive that I feel my brain melting inside my skull. I breathe out deeply, trying to keep myself together as she starts to caress my balls with one hand. If this continues for too long I’m going to cum in her mouth pretty soon.
Wanting to take control again, I grab her head harshly, forcing her to stop moving altogether. The moment she’s still, I start to thrust, fucking her mouth just like I promised her I would do. I look down, my heart beating fast as I watch my shaft flying in and out of her mouth. I go fast, as fast as I can, and close my eyes as I feel my insides clenching.
I force myself to slow down until I stop, my cock spasming inside her mouth as I take a deep breath, stopping myself from coming. And let me tell you, that’s not an easy task - right now I want nothing more than to fill her warm mouth with my cum and see it drip down her chin to between her breasts. I can already imagine myself scooping whatever spilled out of her mouth with my tongue - yeah, Megan makes me this insane. And hell, I just love it. I never had a woman making me feel like this, each time she touches me just another step closer toward losing control.
“Come here,” I say, taking my cock out of her mouth and grabbing her by the hand. I pull her up to her feet and then, bending over, I pick her up from the floor and carry in her my arms toward the bed. I drop her over the mattress and then kick off my shoes; she lays back, and I can tell that she’s waiting for me to follow after her. Not wanting to make her wait, I step out of my pants and boxer briefs, and then take off my shirt in a hurry, my heart kicking against my chest in desperation.
I place one knee up on the mattress but then, remembering something, I pick my pants off the floor and rummage through my pockets. You see, I came prepared and brought more than just one tie. And now, holding the second tie in my hands, I finally climb up on the bed.
“Your hands, give them to me,” I tell her, and she extends them forward blindly. Holding her small wrists, I wrap the tie around them and then force her to lift her arms up; tying the end of the tie to the bedframe, I then look down at her naked body with a smile on my lips.
She’s smiling as well, pulling against the tie and testing my knot.
“What now?” She asks me, realizing that there’s no escape now. She’s mine for me to do as I please.
Kneeling between her legs, I place my hands on her knees and force her to spread them wide. My eyes go straight to her wet pussy and I feel a knot growing in my throat, my cock throbbing so hard it almost hurts. All I have to do now is lay down on top of her and guide my cock home…
Oh, I’ve been dreaming of this for too long.
Laying down on top of her, her breasts mashed against my chest, I take one hand to my cock and wrap my fingers around it. Angling it downward, I press the tip of my twelve-inches against her aching pussy and start running it up and down her length, knowing that I’m just one thrust away of feeling her inner walls wrapped tight around my shaft.
I take one deep breath, readying myself to thrust, and then --
No, not yet. Not now, I hear a whisper inside my head, a whisper that makes me feel dizzy and lightheaded. Fuck, I can’t do it like this. After what happened between me, Madden and Megan… I don’t know, it just seems wrong to fuck her right now. I’ve told her that I love her, and I don’t want to fuck her just because my words tugged at the right strings at the right time… No, I’ll do it the moment I’m sure she loves me back; I’ll do it when the moment’s right.
Not before that.
Sighing, I push my hands against the mattress and kneel once more, pulling my cock back from her pussy. I can’t believe that I’m doing this - I never even knew I’d be able to resist her like this.
But she’s still here, her naked body calling for me, right? Right.
Swinging my legs off the bed, I walk across her bedroom and look around, trying to find the mini-bar the producers put in each of the rooms. Finding it, I open it and go straight for the small container of ice on the inside; I pick up an ice cube and then go back to the bed.
“Where did you go?” She asks me, moving her head from side to side as if that somehow would help her see through the fabric over her eyes.
“I needed to grab this,” I whisper as I lean in, the ice cube between my index finger and thumb. I press it between her breasts and she lets out a surprised moan; she arches her back and, with the ice softly pressed against her skin, I run the cube up and down the valley between her tits.
“Maybe this will cool you off,” I laugh, dragging the ice cube over the curve of her right breast and circling her nipple with it. “Or maybe not,” I add as she wriggles her body, my hand moving from one nipple to the other, a string of moans leaving her mouth.
Still caressing her breasts with the ice, I take my free hand to between her thighs and cup her pussy. Resting my thumb over her clit, I start stroking it softly as I run two fingers up and down her inner lips.
I bend my wrist fast and, with that, I slide these two fingers inside of her; curling them upward, I drive them straight to her G-spot and press them there as hard as I can, my thumb still stroking her clit steadily.
“Feels good, doesn’t it?” I whisper, and she replies with another seductive moan. Bringing my hand down from her breasts, I slide the ice cube over her skin; it travels down her stomach, leaving her skin wet and glistening
from the melting ice, and I take all the way down to her clit. I take my thumb out and run the ice cube over her pleasure bud.
“Oh, fuck,” she exhales sharply, swaying her hips from side to side as if she had no idea what to do with her body. Lucky for her, I know exactly what to do with her body (or, rather, what to do to her body).
I move the ice cube down and around my fingers, brushing it against her pussy lips, and then I simply throw it to the side, leaving it to melt over the sheets of her bed.
“Let’s get serious,” I tell her as I start fingering her fast, my fingers hitting her G-spot over and over again. She arches her back, straining against the tie binding her hands, and I run my free hand over her stomach and take it to her breasts. There, I take one of her nipples between my thumb and index finger and I start pinching it. I let the pressure grow with each passing second, and I never blink as I look at her face, registering the way the expression in her face starts to change.
“Oh, God, that’s… Oh…” She moans, the pain darting from her nipple making her lips curl as they try to express the way that pain is turning into pleasure. “OH!” She yelps as I press her rosy tip even harder, sliding one more finger inside her pussy at the same time. I’m stretching her wide now, fingering her with the same intensity I’d be able to bring if, instead of three fingers, I had my cock buried deep inside of her.
“Tristan, I’m gonna --” She starts to say, but she never gets to finish her sentence. Before she can do it, her whole body tenses up, and she has no other option but to hiss through her gritted teeth and prepare for the incoming avalanche of pleasure. She comes so hard that I can almost see the orgasm raging through her body, thunder and lightning raging under her skin. When she finally stops hissing, her muscles are still twitching hard, as if all that electric pleasure was running up and down her body at the speed of light.
