"Vivian?" Cecelia sleepily asked me as I swung my knee over her torso and straddled her chest with a bitten lower lip. I didn't answer her as I held onto her shoulders and pulled her further down until I was straddling her neck, with her face tucked snugly between my thighs; her chin just above my sex. This woke her up with more alertness. Her hands shot up to my thighs, trying to pull me back, and her face wrinkled into discomfort and confusion.
"Vivian! The hell are you doing?! Are you drunk? Get off!" she protested, trying to wriggle her head from between my legs. But with it propped up on her pillow and me sitting on her neck with my thighs trapping the sides of her head, it was to no avail. I couldn't help but to smile at the fact that she was already wiggling beneath me, and I had to remember to pace myself. I shook my head and reached down to hold onto her hands, which were still trying to pull my thighs apart.
"Drunk off lust, Cecelia..." I said just above a whisper, which to my surprise, she heard.
"Off lust? The hell are you talking about? Get off me, Vivian!" she said, twisting her body to the right. And in response, the bondages I had tied from her ankles to the bedposts got tighter. She gasped and looked up at me with a new set of eyes that were somewhat fearful as her body froze.
"Did you.. .Am I tied down? What's on my ankles?" she asked, feebly trying to look over my hips, which were slowly moving forward. I let go of her hands to comb my fingers through her luxurious jet black hair, which was sure to look like a bird's nest by the time I was through. I locked my hands in the back of her hair, pinning her head down to the pillow.
"Sorry hun... I was never one for self-control." I said yanking her head back and scooting forward. Before she could get but three words out, I had smothered my cunt securely onto her mouth, leaving her nose poking out above it. I let out a huffing moan as her muffled words of protest entered my cunt. Her hands tightened around my thighs and increased their strength of trying to pull me off. But by that time I was holding onto the headboard with an equal amount of firmness which prevented her from doing such. With no choice but to breathe through her nose, the sound of the air whistling in and out as her heart rate increased filled my ears. I looked down at her and saw her expression of disbelief, anger, and fear looking back at me.
"Mmmnnphh!" she uttered, moving her hands from my thighs to my shirt to pull as she continued to try to wriggle her head from under me. But my weight proved it to be difficult. I moaned as her muffles vibrated against me, and slowly began to grind my hips on her face, covering her nose momentarily each time, which made her shut her eyes and pull harder on my shirt, beginning to stretch it.
"Lick me, Cecelia." I breathed, looking down at her reddening face. "Or I'll ride your face." I said with sternness, which made her struggling ease for a moment. She looked at me as if I'd gone mad, and muffled in protest, arching her back, which caused me to slide forward on her face as a result. She screeched as the slide caused me to cover both her nose and mouth, and immediately corrected her arch. But it felt too good. I gripped onto her hair with one hand, pulling her nose deeper into my slit until it was completely submerged and pressing against my clit.
"Suit yourself." I said with a grin, as I began to grind on her nose. She screeched again and bucked her hips.
"Mmmnnghph!"