"I want you to suck me off while I lick your pussy."
I kissed him again at this, our tongues battling, our bodies crushing against each other, trying to get as close as possible. And then he had his hands on my hips, pulling me toward him...
His hands moved then, as I tensed up, reacting to the pleasure pulsing through my body, he grasped my ass in his hands, slowly but not gently gripping and rubbing my pale flesh. While he did this he also pushed me forward, leaning more on my elbows, I was even more exposed to his mouth and tongue. Yet I trusted, I had no other choice, and I continued to moan. His pierced tongue flicking over and over at my clit, then pushing in deeply to obtain that desperate moan he loved to hear. He continually fucked me with his tongue, knowing this drove me crazy; my body's reactions on top of his more than an obvious signal that he was bringing me closer and closer to another orgasm.
I did the only thing I could to prevent myself from screaming, I took his hard hot cock between my lips and sucked as though my sanity depended on it. He moaned against me, his hips moving to meet my motions. Up and down, I moved frantically, my breathing uncontrolled as I tried as hard as I could not to stop and moan out loud. I couldn't help but love moving my tongue along his shaft, feeling the subtle pulse under the soft skin, the unrelenting hardness underneath the surface. I moaned against his cock, taking more of him into my mouth and over my tongue. Moving back up I flicked the tip of my tongue over the head, tasting him and wanting more. I sucked more, taking all I could, attempting to relax so I could take his cock all the way, an act we both loved.
This was our power play, an unspoken game between us. His tongue worked harder, I took him deeper. Then, an unexpected sensation brought me even closer to the edge. His tongue worked from my clit down over my pussy, to my ass and back. I moaned, my body shuddering. I didn't know what to think, before the pleasure overtook and I could no longer think. He had heard me react and had grabbed me harder, pulling me closer and more vulnerable to his onslaught. This strange feeling filled me with that forbidden pleasure, the flicker of butterflies when you know you've been naughty, and I felt like a bad girl. Enjoying something so bad, yet so good.