Introduction
He
looked down at her, taking a moment to admire the view before him. Long black
hair fanned out around her head. The red satin blindfold standing in stark
contrast to her pale skin, only to be offset by the matching red of her lips.
Her mouth was slightly agape, waiting for his next kiss, his next touch.
Her
hands and feet were bound with black fur cuffs, keeping her trapped in the
spread eagle position, open to his view, ready to answer his every desire. Or
so he could answer hers. He ran a gentle caress up her side, keeping his touch
feather light. He saw the goose bumps rise all across her body, her nipples
tightening once again into little pebbles, their color as red and rosy as her
lips.
She
wasn't too skinny. Instead her lush body was curved in all the right places, offering
softness to his hard planes. Supple, giving, her body drove him to madness. He
looked lower, seeing the moisture pooling between her thighs, a clear signal
that she was more than ready to receive him. He smiled, teasing her again with
a little brush here, a touch there. He had kept her on the brink of orgasm for
over hours, teasing her, bringing her right to the edge, then stopping.
As
he climbed up onto the bed, it shifted below her, causing her to gasp and
wiggle her hips in anticipation. But this was his show, he was in control.
"Be
patient, love. I'm not quite done with you yet."
A
little whimper escaped her lips, bringing another smile to his.
He
leaned forward, placing a kiss on her belly, and another a little lower,
stopping to dip his tongue into her belly button. When she moaned softly, he
bit down gently on her stomach, reaching his hand up to gently squeeze her
breast. He moved further down, blowing on her mound, causing her hips to lift
off the bed, seeking his tongue.
Wanting
to startle her, and feeling his own needs beginning to get the better of him,
he pulled his mouth back, roughly thrusting one finger into her core. She cried
out, trying to twist her hips, bring him deeper.
"Please,"
she begged.
"Please
what?"
"Please...
let me come... I need to come."
"I
know you do... and you will. Soon."
She
groaned, twisting and writhing against the sheets. Watching her, his shaft
pulsed, releasing another drop from the already wet tip. He wasn't going to be
able to hold out much longer. He thrust his finger deeper, again and again,
feeling her wet heat contract around his hand.
Finally
unable to withstand it anymore, he sat down onto his knees, lifting her hips
and lining his cock up with her dripping entrance. He had wanted to spank her,
to see her ass red from his hand. He'd wanted to taste her again.... now it was
too late. He had to take her, hard and fast.
He
brushed the tip of his throbbing shaft against her wet slit, sliding up and
down, brushing past her clit as she twisted against him. With one hard thrust
he pushed inside her, burying himself to the hilt.
At
the feel of her wet heat surrounding him, he grit his teeth struggling not to
come immediately. He raised one hand, pinching her nipple between his finger
tips. She cried out, her sheath pulsing around him. As he felt her body
tightening, on the precipice of the release he'd thus far denied her, he
couldn't stop from thrusting into her. Again and again... harder, faster.
The
need to fuck her until she screamed overtook him and he gripped her hips,
lifting them so he could drive into her with all his strength. When he felt her
start to milk his shaft, her head thrown back as a scream tore from her throat,
he couldn't stop his own release. He thrust once, then twice more, his seed
shooting from him in hot bursts as he threw his head back and roared out his
pleasure.
*
* * *
His
eyes tore open, his hips still grinding against his cotton pajama bottoms as
hot jets streamed from his body, release bringing enough pleasure to have him
gritting his teeth.
As
his breathing began to steady out he realized that his dreams were getting more
and more real, this time pushing him all the way over the edge. Usually he just
woke up hard as stone, but this time he had actually come, simply from a dream.
He
rubbed his hand across his face, shoving it through his hair as he took another
deep, steadying breath. He looked over at the sleeping woman next to him. He
saw her silky blond hair, her soft pink lips with her mouth open slightly in
sleep. He wondered how she'd slept through all his noise, then just decided to
be grateful she had. He gently slipped out of bed and tiptoed to the bathroom
to clean up.
As
he washed his face, he looked in the mirror silently willing himself to forget
those fantasies. They could never be a reality. That just wasn't in the cards
for him.
It
was only as he turned to head back to bed that he realized the woman in the
dream had raven black hair, not blond.
"Ah,
fuck me," he mumbled under his breath before sneaking back into bed beside
his fiancée.
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