He was on her in a heartbeat, his mouth devouring hers. His hands sliding all over her, feeling her biceps strain against her bonds. He attacked her right breast, his tongue flicking over the hardening nipple, while twisting and pinching her left nipple, making her groan and arch toward him. He decided he liked this chemise...gave easy access. He came back up to kiss her again, loving the warmth and taste of her. His hand glided down to the purple bikini, his finger tracing the edge along her stomach, making her squirm. Then sliding lower still...first he felt the wetness seeping through the material, and then he realized how much she had missed him. He worked his fingers around the material to touch her skin to skin. He fingers were greeted with the hot wetness he'd been dreaming about and slid between the shaved lobes of her pussy. As his finger glanced over her engorged clit, she let out a guttural groan as her knees threatened to turn to jelly.
He knew she loved this, loved the feeling of being taken, losing control. He rubbed his finger lengthwise along her slit, fast and hard, bringing her to the brink of climax. He was holding her now, her legs no longer capable of holding her upright as she was completely under his control. His lips tasting every inch of her neck and face and he continued his assault on her sensitive pussy. He felt her muscles tensing, heard the rising tempo of her heart and breathing and knew she was close. He slowed his movements and circled her clit...careful not to brush it, bringing her back down before she climaxed. He loved torturing her this way, almost as much as she enjoyed. Though from the cries of disappointment he was hearing, you wouldn't know she enjoyed it.
When he knew it was safe to continue, he started his attack again. This time, slower, more directed, his finger alternating between her clit and sliding deep inside her. He could feel her juices dripping onto his hand, knowing she was getting desperate for him to take her over the edge. Instead of letting her cum, he withdrew his hand with an evil grin on his face, ignoring her pleas.
Instead, he kneeled down in front of her. He hooked a finger on either side of her hips and slid the underwear down her thighs. He leaned in and slid his tongue inside, tasting her. Circling her clit with his tongue, sucking on it gently, tasting every inch of her. He could feel her cumming, could feel the pulsing against his tongue. He knew she liked it slow, making her climax last longer. She screamed as she exploded on his tongue and her body convulsed as the waves of orgasm washed over her.
He was on his feet and removing the straps from her arms and legs. She collapsed into him, her arms wrapping around his neck, covering his face and neck with kisses. He picked her up and sat her on the dresser. He couldn't wait any longer and needed to be inside her, feeling that heat wrapping around him. He was undressed in a heartbeat and sliding his hard cock into her. Her legs wrapped around him as he entered her, holding him close to her. That first thrust, sending shocks of pleasure through both of them, seemed to last forever, both hanging on to each other. He slowly started to move, back and forth, each movement bringing him closer to cumming. She leaned back against the dresser mirror, arching her back, matching him thrust for thrust, pulling him deeper inside.
She leaned closer and whispered in his ear, "I need to taste you." He didn't need to be asked twice. He carried her over to the bed and laid her down gently. He did as instructed and straddled her head, his balls resting on her nose. He felt a little silly, he was used to being on the bottom, but this is what she requested, so who was he to argue? He felt her lips on the head of his cock...could feel her hot breath brushing over him. He leaned down and took her again with his mouth as her mouth wrapped around his cock. He groaned against her pussy as she took all of him, slowly, in her mouth. He could feel the back of her throat resisting against his hardness, but she didn't stop. He could feel her swallow which allowed him to slide deeper still. Her hands on his ass, forcing him down deeper. His hips started to move, thrusting into her, her groans of pleasure encouraging him. Her tongue circling him with each withdrawal. He was fucking her mouth hard, the intensity growing with each thrust. The back of her throat nipping at the head of his cock with each down thrust, driving him crazy. He had abandoned her pussy, unaware that he had stopped. His head lying between her thighs as he let the pleasure overtake him. He exploded deep in her throat, as she sucked on him, drawing every drop she could, until he rolled over and collapsed on the bed next to her.
After he collected himself for a few seconds, his head popped up to look at her. She had a huge self-satisfied grin on her face. "Liked that, huh?" she giggled. He just smiled and lay down behind her, wrapping his arms around her and whispered in her ear, "I liked it so much, I intend on returning the favor, as soon as the room stops spinning."
"If you don't stop wiggling, you are gonna force me into making love to you again," he whispered in her ear. Lying as they were, wrapped in each other's arms, his spent cock was resting against the crevice between her two ass cheeks...and she was making sure that her slight wiggling was aimed right at his cock. She could feel it growing harder with each wiggle. He leaned into her and kissed her exposed neck, loving the taste of her.
