She knows the master well enough by now to know what he will expect and so she parts her lips and sinks her teeth into the soft pink skin surrounding his nipple, flicking the very tip with her tongue as her other hand reaches out and grasps his other nipple with her thumb and forefinger, rolling it there between her fingertips. He moans her name in an exclamation of both pleasure and pain as his hands continue their exploration of the lower half of her body. One hand lingers between her legs for a moment, strokes her once, twice, three times before moving on.
She loosens her teeth and sucks of him greedily, relishing the taste of his skin in her mouth and the marks upon his skin and hers also. She licks her lips and slides out her tongue and licks a path down the center of his body, her tongue then trailing his waistband. With one motion, he pulls her shirt off over her head, and his fingernails dig into her shoulders as she descends along his torso with her tongue. She kneels between his thighs and uses only her teeth to unsnap and then unzip his jeans. A shiver runs down her spine as she hears the zip, and she knows what gratification lies before her with his permission, and so she looks up at him and whispers softly - "May I?"
He looks into her eyes, sees the fire behind her innocent-looking irises, and he feels the heat rise up out of every pore of his body as he whispers to her, "You may." She slides his jeans down, off his hips and over his feet and moves up, tucking her fingertips into the waistband of his drawers, and slowly slides them down across his hips, past his legs, and off his body. She momentarily loses track of her breathing as she views his cock and breathes in his heady male scent. She tosses her hair over her shoulder so he can view her and she pauses to smile up at him.
His pulse quickens, and he trembles in anticipation. He smiles at her as she looks at him with that smile on her face, and he slowly realizes during those few seconds that he will never be the same because of her and he is happy because of it. She bites her lip briefly and slides one hand under his sac, cupping it and rolling it carefully in the palm of her hand. Then, without warning, she lower her mouth to the head of his cock and darts out her tongue and swirls it in graceful circles. The taste is pure sugar in her mouth and she growls softly in the back of her throat.
He draws in a sharp breath at her touch, his fingernails digging into her shoulders again at the feel of her tongue on him, intoxicating, to say the least and he tries to quickly catch his breath as he realizes this is but the beginning. He wants these feelings to last. She nips him just at the tip and hopes she wont be punished as she deftly slides her mouth down onto the length of him, relaxing her throat and caressing him with her tongue. She uses her other hand to reach up and encircle the base of his cock, applying pressure there as she sucks him greedily and fondles his sac with her other hand.
He winces at the little nip she gives him, reminds himself to punish her for that later (he grins to himself as he thinks this)and is again in rapture as her mouth engulfs him. Her hands quickening his breathing again as he tries not to lose himself to the feelings that threaten to overwhelm him. She delights in the feel and taste of him in her mouth and slurps at his skin, taking him all into her and burying her face in the tangle of hair there beneath. She maneuvers her tongue in spirals around his hardened cock and then moves her mouth up and down, scraping him occasionally lightly with her teeth as she ascends and descends.
The vision of her face buried in his hair alone sends electricity coursing through him...but her mouth, he teeth, her tongue. He draws upon unknown reserves to keep his feeling from spinning out of control, his hands running through her hair, urging her on. She dares to make him feed her in this way and sucks of him with wanton lust and pure passion coursing through her veins. She intensifies her efforts, her mouth moving on him, her tongue darting out to lick the tip and poke into the space there, caressing the veins under it, the skin on it, and moaning his name into his skin. His hands clench her hair involuntarily, and he moans her name over and over as he feels his control beginning to crack under the pressure of her tongue.
She encircles him with her tongue and removes her hands from him and digs her nails into the skin on his hips, begging him to be pleased with her touch, wanting to taste him, to swallow him, to drink every last drop. She slides her mouth down on him, taking him all in, burying him in the back of her throat and her face in his lap. As his hands close over hers, he knows it is her touch that finally cracks his control, and he begins to feel the pressure slowly build up inside of him...aching for release. Her heart pounds and her blood quickens as she awaits this moment in time - the moment when she will again drink of him and his taste will be in her mouth and her heart and her mind.
"Never", he manages to coherently think as the pressure reaches the breaking point, "has a woman had this effect on me." He edges closer and closer to blissful release. She wishes for him to be insane, without coherence. She wishes to absolve his past and create a future for him and so she laps at him greedily. Her mouth moving against him, wanting him more and more.
At long last, he reaches the point where there is no thought, only instinct and the instinct tells him to let go, and he does with a shockwave that sends him into a full-body spasm, brings tears to his eyes, brings her name in loud gasps from his mouth, and he holds onto her--his lifeline--to keep from falling off the face of his world as he explodes inside her waiting mouth. She drinks of him, milking him of every last drop, wanting to leave him completely dry.
