His fingers twist around, and he pushes up now, touching you exactly right as you watch his face move lower. You feel his lips press against the very top of your cleft. Your hips push against him, and you feel his lips open. His tongue emerges and moves down, over the firm bump of your clitoris, stroking you, exploring you.
This stranger, this mystery in a mask, is tasting your most intimate place, and you never want him to stop.
Soft cries slip from your lips. You can't control them, and you don't care to. You have one desire:
To go wherever he is taking you.
He fastens his lips over your stimulated clitoris and gently pulls you into his mouth. Your hips pull back, but he sucks you right back in. His fingers stroke inside you. He seems to know exactly how to touch you and the pleasure grows more and more intense. He lets you set the pace, and your hips gradually speed up. You've never before climbed this high up the mountain of pleasure without the release of orgasm. You know one is coming, the most powerful one of your life, but it's not here yet. Higher, he takes you. Higher. The tension in your body is unbelievable, you are practically vibrating, but you're not ready. You're unsure. Is this really okay?
The only part of you that exists any more is the burning core of pleasure between his lips, building, growing, feeling. You are powerless in his control, dreaming only of the pending release, but hesitant. Something is holding you back.
He senses this and looks up at your face.
"Cum for me," he says. "It's okay." Simple words, but the tone is gentle and certain. He's right. Your hesitation vanishes.
His lips return to your desperate clit, neglected for that agonizing second. His slow and steady movements become frenetic, his tongue moving like lightning as you're overcome by the intensity. Your bound limbs flail randomly, your voice cries out, your back arches. You are bathed in sensation, absorbing pleasure from every direction as you cum, as you cum
for him
.
After what feels like an eternity you return to the room, to the bed, to your body. The mysterious man gently releases you and sits up, pressing a flat hand over your tender pussy. You're sweating, and your chest is heaving. He watches you in the dim light, patient, unmoving. Eventually your breathing calms, and your heart slows. You feel heat return between your legs. It doesn't seem possible, but you want more. Your eyes move down to the shadows between his legs.
"Let me see your cock," you say.
He climbs up beside you. Up close, his erection looks enormous. It's pointing up in the air, curving up as it strains. You see it quiver with his pounding pulse. You exhale and see him tense as your breath teases his cock. You can sense his vulnerability, his helplessness before you.
"Let me kiss it," you say.
With a quivering hand, he pushes his straining rod down and you raise your lips to meet it. Gently, you kiss the tip. He holds it there, and you reach up higher to wrap your lips around the head. He groans in response. Your tongue thrills to taste a drop of his arousal, but then you drop your head back on the bed. With that taste, the need between your legs overwhelms you. You don't know anything about this man. Part of you urges caution--
don't go too far!--
but that part of you has already lost.
Looking up at the masked man, you say the words you know he wants to hear. "Fuck me."
His patience, his restraint, and his gentleness are gone. His hands are all over your body again, but no tenderness remains. Before he was giving, but now he is taking. He roughly gropes your flesh, unable to get enough of you.
He unties your feet and hands before yanking you down to the edge of the bed. Your limbs are free but there is no escaping from his frenetic power. He grabs your thighs as though to tear you apart in his lust, spreading you open wider. You are helpless before the strength of his wild desire. Nothing you do can stop him from taking you, using you, consuming you. You're everything he wants, everything he needs, and he will not be denied.
A fresh wave of warmth surges out of you as he brings his cock down to your hungry cunt. He drags the firm head up and down, sending thrills up your spine every time it presses against your clit. With each stroke you hope he'll push into you, but he doesn't. Again and again he gouges you open, teasing you, denying you. You can't imagine surviving even one more second of this, your only hope the increasing desperation of the grunts from his clenched teeth.
You are filled. It happens in an instant, the momentum of his powerful thrust surging through your whole body. You gasp to feel your pussy stretched around his cock. Only afterwards, like an echo, do you feel his push into you, penetrating you in by inch, to your deepest place. His hips are pressed against yours as he holds still for a moment. He groans like an animal.
Just when you're able to catch your breath, he pulls out and then slams back in. You clench around him and feel pleasure radiate through your body. You can't believe how good he feels inside you.
His hands are everywhere at once, holding you helpless while he grabs your breasts, pinches your nipples roughly, and then moves down to where you are joined. His fingers press hard on your clitoris and now you're moaning along with him. He strokes your clit and thrusts into you, strokes and thrusts, strokes and thrusts. His breathing is heavy as he brings you closer, and closer, and closer still. Any second this stranger is going to explode inside you.
He drops down on top of you, his hands surrounding your head. His weight smashes you against the bed, your hard nipples drilling into his chest. You feel his nails against your scalp as he presses his mouth against yours. You open your mouth to him and his tongue plunges in. His hips recklessly pound your pussy, his hands on your head preventing escape as he unleashes his wild energy into you.
His thrusts become impossibly fast. He grunts with each push, losing control, each pump sending you higher and higher into ecstasy.
"Cum for me," he demands. "You're mine. Show me!"
Helpless, you can do nothing but obey. Your whole body clenches around his thrusting cock as you finally submit to him fully. He violently lurches against you with a cry as he claims you, fills you, marks you forever as his. He plunges deep inside you and screams a single word that echoes in your ears.
"YOU!!!"
Your body thrashes with pleasure as the orgasm rips through you. It seems like the bliss will never end as you tumble through space, farther and farther from consciousness, as everything fades to darkness and you sleep, contentedly, for ages.
* * * * *
The warm dawn light awakens you in your familiar bedroom, in your familiar bed, in your familiar pajamas. You stretch out your arms and legs, marveling at how profoundly refreshed you feel. All that remains of your dream is a hint of warmth between your legs and the memory of a voice saying a word, a single word that you can't quite recall.
You close your eyes as you roll over to doze but open them again when you see something on the pillow beside you. An unfamiliar object makes your heart race:
A simple black mask.
THE END
