Helena Ch 13 Finishing Breakfast

Author's Note: This is #13 in the Helena series, and it is short! I must always give tribute to my friend "Helena", a beautiful lady here on Lit who has become my muse and my friend in the last couple of years. I hope you enjoy the series! Right now, there are about 16 total chapters in it, but I may add more to it, as there was not a "final" chapter or any closure originally.

Helena 13: Finishing Breakfast

Taking you like this, while you're tied spread-eagled on the bed, a small pillow beneath you presenting your delicious sex to me like a sacrificial offering...this is just so hot! I can tell it is for you, too. That wetness isn't just from my prolonged oral attention; you wash over my cock anew with your slick desire.

Over and over I drive myself into you; like a man who has wandered the desert dry, who has now found a deep well of refreshing water.

I can hear your frustration, though I only barely register it through my fog of lust. I know what it is; you want to be able to move your legs, to wrap them around me, to fuck back at me. You've got that itch that needs scratching, too, don't you, baby? It's a growl and a whine in one, and I feel your legs pulling against their bonds, trying to gain some grip on my hips. Frustrated, you finally speak.

"Please! Untie me!" It's just a gasped whisper, but it conveys such passion...

So now I have this dilemma: Do I stop what I'm doing to untie you, and lose my grip on this precious incline of ecstasy? Or do I deny you, and just seek that pleasure for myself, the pleasure I can see just on the horizon?

I compromise. Rearing up, I reach behind me and untie you, but only your feet. I like the sight of your arms still spread out, bound; my prisoner of lust. It might mean I suffer some grave revenge later at your hands, but, hey, that's the risk I'll take!

You groan as you move your legs, which have been kept bound for so long. Or maybe you groan because I plunge back into you. Either way, it's just a few seconds before I feel your legs come up around my hips, your heels crossing behind me, just atop my buttocks.

Uh, oh. I think there's been a bit of a power shift.

Your legs aren't the only things to wrap around me. Inside you, muscles exhausted by your orgasm are now clutching and pulling at my cock. Every time I push in, I feel you squeeze, making my withdrawals...exquisitely tough. A look at the smirk on your face tells me you know exactly what you're doing. This is the kind of thing a woman learns; it's why the young things hold little sway with me.

Of course, right now, there's NO other woman in the universe, not for me, anyway. My world; my world is in those eyes, that smile, and of course, inside that clutching, silky, hot glove.

I decide I need to kiss that smirk away, but of course, that just results in more smiles, and that sparkle in your eyes which never fails to capture my very soul. And that pushes me to pour more of me into you, to make every deep, hard stroke an expression of my passion for you.

You know what this leads to, don't you? You know what you do to me. That passion pushes me harder, and my pounding becomes almost frantic; you, your hands still tied down, have more control that I do at this point. I couldn't stop if it meant saving my life at this point; the desire to spend my seed into you is an overwhelming force.

You're groaning even as you continue to withstand my ardor, and I can feel by the working of your passageway that you too are approaching climax. Your eyes close for a few moment, but as you recognize how close you are, you open them, and mine immediately lock on yours; a prisoner to you.

"Now, baby! Cum! Cum in me! Give it to me, luv!" you whisper, and it is all that I need. Like the trained beast I have become, I obey, a flurry of strokes indefinable at beginnings and ends, just a continuous in and out cycle, trying hard to reach your deepest places.

When I cum, Vesuvius never erupted with such heat, I think. Over and over, I shove and spurt, shove and spurt, coating your walls, even as those walls then squeeze as your own orgasm overflows you. I lock lips with you, and our tongues attack each other in an unseen battle, as our bodies spasm and rock into each other.

Could Paradise ever compare with this?

Before the orgasm crests, I reach up and untie your hands. I'm glad I tied them as I did, with an easy release. Your arms wrap around me, hugging, pulling yourself up against me even as I try to keep from crushing you. My thrusts begin to lag as I deplete myself into your depths. I ease myself off of you to the side, rolling onto my back, and pulling you partially up over me. Exhausted, we both fall back asleep in each other's arms.

I wake up an hour or so later. I don't actually know how long it has been, because I can't read my watch. I can't read my watch because I can't see it. I can't see it because...that wrist is apparently tied to the headboard...