A moment before I black out, I see his eyes widen and then roll back, his lids close as he throws his head backwards. And then I’m lost to a searing oblivion of pleasure that rolls through me like a vortex of wind.
He shows no mercy. A beast let off his leash, his cock fills me up and I’m near delirium at how wonderful it feels. I clench and unclench around him, the rhythmic, unconscious action syncing with the pace of his thrusts.
He uses his forefinger to lift my chin higher, eventually forcing me to my feet. He takes my face in his hands and kisses me hungrily. He presses me against the wall with his hips, hard. His cock presses against my mound and my clitoris pulses with anticipation.
The muscles of his ass cheeks tighten, I exhale through my nose and use my tongue to push upwards, slowly letting him slide out, just when he’s about to fall from my lips I inhale and suck him back down.
Before he can say anything, I’ve taken him in my mouth. At first, the head of his cock is nested in my cheek but I use my tongue to shift it over as I open my mouth wider and let him slide down my throat until my lips rest against the base of his shaft.
I spider walk my fingers over to his penis and wrap my fingers along the base. He arches into my touch. I draw my fist up, tugging his skin harshly until I reach the tip and let his wetness lubricate my palm. He lets out a low moan from the base of his throat.
I run my fingers down his rib cage, skimming the tips along his pubic bone and then brushing them lightly all the way down to his groin. I let my hands rest there, inches away from his dick that’s so taunt it’s practically vibrating.
My breasts rub against him in time with my breathing and he grabs them, rubbing his distal pads against the hard nubs of my nipples. I let out a high moan through my nose as the newly dried expanse between my legs dampens anew.
My belly tightens, my buttocks clench and I buck my pelvis up into the roof of his mouth so his teeth graze my clitoris & I come completely undone, the orgasm cresting, lifting me up & then depositing me down into the arms of my lover, who holds me so close it’s as if we’re one body, instead of two.
There’s no need to hold myself up, no need to think, or plan or do. He’s in control, he’s taking me where I want to go. I just have to sit back and enjoy the ride.
I don’t bother with a hollow protest. He knows exactly what I want and I’m not going to deny that I’m receptive and eager. Instead, I let the wall and his body support me.
I shift to reduce the pressure but he pushes forward with his finger. His mouth off mine, he smirks and begins nuzzling my neck, working with his tongue to paint a trail down to where his fingers are dancing a fast and frenzied rhythm inside me.
I press my pelvis into his fingers, urging them inwards. Offering him the incentive of my fingernails digging into the firm flesh of his buttocks. He groans against my tongue and obeys. The relief is instantaneous and I run periously close to release. But not yet, we’ve barely begun.
I want to reply but his mouth is on mine and I can hardly breathe from the pleasure, let alone form words. His thumbs trail along my inner thighs, down to my vulva. They stroke my soft, vulnerable skin with tenderness.
The stiff rod of his cock against my thigh told me as much, but hearing those words sends a searing throb of need from my core up through my abdominal muscles so that I squirm within his grip.
“I’m going to savor you like a meal at a Michelin starred restaurant.”
I buck my hips upwards, demanding he keep moving downward. He smiles against my mouth, my impatience feeding his hunger for me. I am starved for him, positively ravenous.
