I'd told Nicole how crazy I was about her, I'd told her I hadn't touched my cock since the ruined orgasm at the theatre, I'd told her I couldn't sleep but for thinking about her. I'd said a lot.
At that particular moment, I'd forgotten something else I'd said. I'd said my feelings for her had nothing to do with coming.
I may have forgotten that unimportant little statement. Nicole hadn't. In fact, when she'd asked me earlier if I meant what I said, that's exactly the statement she had in mind. And I'd blurted out that I'd meant every word of it.
She looked me right in the eye, put her arms around my shoulders in a passionate embrace, and gave me another warm, wet, long kiss. Without breaking eye contact, she took a half-step back from me. My hips, led by my stiff, hypersensitive, six-hour hardon, followed her forward . . . as far as they could, anyway. She was just out of reach of my tool.
She reached up to the shoulder straps of her turquoise teddy, hooked her thumbs underneath them, and flipped them off her shoulder. She reached her hands down to the sides of her ass, grabbed a handful of the teddy's sheer material, and pulled the whole thing down her body. It moved at a measured pace, but not a slow pace. She maintained her eye contact with me until it was about halfway down. Then she watched my cock, as I watched her body being exposed, first her unbelievable tits, then her flat stomach, then her auburn-haired pussy.
When the teddy got far enough, she swayed her hips, sort of shimmying her ass, and the teddy fell the rest of the way down her legs to her high-heeled feet. She was looking me in the eye again. She picked up one foot, then the other, and stepped out of the teddy. She picked up the garment on one of her long, sleek feet and used her leg to sort of kick it, sort of toss it, onto the floor behind me, extending her leg between my legs.
With her height (5'10") and the high heels, and the fact that my legs were spread, we stood exactly eye to eye. She stepped forward again. She whispered "Pete, I want to get you ready. Are you ready to get started?"
I panted that I was definitely ready, and my limbs (arms and legs) involuntarily tightened, testing the chains that bound me. They didn't give a millimeter.
Our bodies were touching each other from head to toe. She gave me a deep, passionate kiss. As we kissed, I felt her lifting one of her legs, sliding it up my leg. She turned her body slightly, and seemed to lean in on me for support. Then I felt it. She was mounting my cock – her pussy was wet, and as my cock slid in, I felt the heat inside her enveloping my pole. It felt incredible. The only thing I couldn't do was thrust.
She held her body still as we continued our passionate kiss. Her hands explored my body, her fingers running through the hair on the back of my head, then down my back, then squeezing my ass cheeks, then all the way back up again. After several minutes of this, she lifted her pussy off me and set her foot back on the floor, smiling. "Are you ready to lick my pussy while I blow your balls, Pete?"
"I'd love to Nicole, that would be unbelievable!!"
She walked over to the table, opened a drawer, and got something out – it looked like some kind of small silver, ringed contraption. Is it another chain, I silently wondered. She walked back toward me, looking me right in the eye. She dangled the contraption in front of my eyes. It appeared to be comprised of several steel rings, seven or so, that were fastened together with thin straps of leather. It was dark, but to my eyes it appeared the steel rings were of differing sizes, getting smaller from one end to the other.
It was only much later that I discovered the contraption had a name. It was called the Gates of Hell, and I was about to enter.
Without speaking, and before I could speak, she put both hands on the handle-like leather loops dangling from the largest ring (large being a relative term). She positioned the first ring at the head of my cock, and suddenly pulled down. I could see the tricep muscles on her sexy, feminine arms flex as she aggressively yanked down. Four of the seven rings made it over the engorged head of my cock, still wet from her pussy juice, on that first yank. Without pausing at all, she took a deep breath and jerked down again. This time the last three rings made it.
We both gasped a little; she was exhaling from the rapid physical exertion of yanking the Gates of Hell down onto my manhood. I was gasping in surprise.