They had teased each other for days with words and looks and small touches. They had talked about many things for hours on end, learning each other’s thoughts, glancing at each other’s pasts, sharing dreams and accepting all that was shared. Both had felt the moment approaching and had danced around it, never quite daring to unleash its powers. That was about to change and to change them both.
That night their banter had seemed to have a new fire to it. Others had noticed and commented but nothing seemed to interrupt or cool the heat building up between them to an explosive level.
By instinct, her eyes met his, the brown depths smoldering, no longer hiding the invitation so blatantly displayed in them. Reaching out she tentatively but possessively touched his lower thigh and rubbed lightly.
He met her eyes thoughtfully, the fire controlled but visible, a small smile of appraisal touching his lips at her brazenness. “Be careful, little one, you may start a fire you cannot control.” Slipped softly from him, as his eyes never left hers.
A wild little smile of pure sensuousness touched her lips. “Maybe the fire is already a roar and seeks both fuel and quenching.” She whispered back. Her smile deepened as she watched his eyes darken in response to her words.
Never breaking eye contact, she gracefully lifted her plump body from its kneeling position at his feet. Lace robe unbelted, tresses loose, falling like silky rain about her shoulders, she stepped forward, brushed his robe from his shoulders and placed her palms on his pectorals just above his nipples.
Softly, rapidly, he inhaled, watching her eyes, seeing the color rise in her cheeks and mottle her breasts, as she grew more bold. Feeling the heat from her body as her hands glided along his upper pecs and descended to his nipples. The rush forced a gasp and a shudder from him and just before he closed his eyes to feel the rush in his loins he saw a glint of triumph cross her eyes. “Minx!”
Her throaty chuckles cascaded through him as she slowly teased his nipples to taut attention. A glint in her eyes was the only warning he received before she dropped her mouth to his left nipple and savored it. Blowing. Licking. Kissing. Nibbling and biting. One hand still teasing his right nipple while the other kneaded at the one her mouth savaged.
He threw back his head as the next sensation flooded through him, gasping for air. Gathering his control he looked down at the demoness as she shifted to his right nipple. He noticed the bright flush to her fair skin and felt her nipples hardening against his skin. The rings that pierced them occasionally brushing him and pulling small shudders from her. Moving his hands slowly, he grasped her full heavy breasts firmly, flicking the rings with his index fingers. At her keening exhalation he grinned and huskily said “Turn about is fair play dear.”
The sensation rose like the hot flow of lava in her as he took control of her breasts, filling her, sinking into her loins where she felt the sensation rise and moisture began to gather. Against her will, she tossed her head back, arching her back and gasping. She tried to move to recapture his nipple but before she could move to do so, he dropped his mouth to her right nipple and suckled hard. She found herself taken over by sensation and could only struggle for breathe as her hands shifted to his shoulders and tightened.
Chuckling softly, at his victory he sucked harder at the imprisoned nipple, licking at the ring and pulling it into his mouth and dragging her closer to him with it. His other hand torturing the other nipple and occasionally stroking her plump belly. Splitting his efforts between both of her nipples as she moaned, he felt her drop her head onto his shoulder and reflexively nibble at his ear and neck. Every stroke to her nipple rings pulled moans and shivers from her and as he felt her hips squirm against him entreatingly, he felt his shaft rise to her call.
Blindly she slid a hand down the length of his torso, nails tracing lines of fire down his abdomen until she found his shaft. Slowly she kneaded his sac and traced his hardening length trying to tease is control to the brink. Flicking his head and circling it, squeezing it with her fingers.
“No.” Firmly but softly, “Not yet.” He said as he trapped the wandering hands. And he smiled as she whimpered when he pulled his mouth from her nipples and rapidly bound her hands to the headboard above her. As the frustrated moan escaped her, he chuckled. Then he shifted his body to observe her as he explored her curves, hands slowly seeking their target as he steadied his control of his own raging passion.
His hands lightly glided over her body and lit sensation after sensation in her loins and soul. Her eyes were open but she could not see, only feel and sense and yield to him. His hands slid to her upper thighs and she moaned again. Then he began teasing her inner thighs, holding them open with his knees against her inner knees. She felt her hips lift to him and gasped out, “Please! Oh, Please! For God’s sake! You are God! Please!”
“Not yet little one, your journey has only begun.” And he dropped his mouth to the top of her mound and moved slowly downward. Teasing her labia with one hand and her anus with the other, as his lips descended onto her clitoris. Her keening and the tightening of her thighs about his face as he sucked told him much. Her core throbbed in his mouth as he dipped a finger into her slit and probed her hot depths, he could feel the waves of pleasure assailing her. Her breath was ragged and uneven, her head tossing to and fro, her eyes dark with fire but unseeing. Totally, willingly his to master.
Her thighs convulsed against his head and her hips writhed as he took her to the pinnacle and over it. Her back arched as she keened out her surrender and came in wave after wave of orgasmic overload. She did not see him smile as he withdrew his mouth and glanced at her face. Without hesitation, he dropped his mouth to her vagina and began probing her depths with his facile tongue, still teasing her clit and anus with his hands, occasionally stretching a hand upward to toy with the ever-tempting nipple rings. The shuddering moans told him all, she could go farther for him, farther than she knew.
Burrowing into her depths, he tasted her honey and drug her back slowly to the edge. Feeling her thighs and hips heaving and her back stiffening with sensation, her bound hands digging into the linens, he withdrew just before she peaked and studied her more, tracing her curves with his fingers. Feeling her tremble uncontrollably at his touch. He listened to her whimpers and little cries of “Please!” “More!”, “God! Please!” and “Master, fuck me please!” and felt his loins tightened painfully, his shaft harden and swell.
Rapidly, he unbounded her hands and pulled her to a kneeling position before him, using his hands to restrain hers which were determined to blindly possess his shaft. Ruthlessly he raped her mouth with his, and then spun her so her back was towards him. She tried to resist, wanting to close with him, but he firmly forced her around and pushed her shoulders downward, releasing her arms so she was supported on her elbows. Her fair, round, large cheeks tantalized him with their vast whiteness.
Slowly he guided his shaft into her damp depths, preventing her desperate backward lunge, as she attempted to devour him. She moaned as he filled her slowly and then withdrew till only his head was in her slit and he paused teasing her with its promise.
A gasp ripped from her throat as he slapped her cheeks firmly and turned to moans as the tension in her loins increased further. She again tried to impale herself on his length but with one strong hand on the back of her neck restrained her as he increased the strength and tempo of the blows to her ass. As her cheeks reddened from his bows, her cries intensified and the slaps drove her higher, deeper. He felt her body shudder about his head and as she threw back her head, shrieking, he drove hard against her and impaled himself into her fully. She dropped her shoulders to the bed and whimpered as he touched her cervix, but still she heaved her loins backwards onto him wanting more. She felt his fire burning within her, flying on the heat of their passion, thrusting, driving backwards against him seeking release.
He grasped her shoulders and tangled his hand in her hair, pulling her head from the bed cruelly as he drove into her again and again, matching her thrusts with hers, striving for the moment, faster and faster, harder and harder, savage passion over whelming them both.
He felt every muscle in her body begin to tremble and her walls squeezed him desperately. “Master!” She screamed out as the monstrous orgasm overwhelmed her last shards of resistance. Her body’s throes and grasp pushed him over the pinnacle as he felt the massive surge begin deep within and he found himself climaxing with her almost simultaneously. Her laboring body milking every drop of cum from him as his last thrust did her.
They both seemed frozen in time as the last shuddering drops seeped from them both. He felt her slowly collapsing to her belly and gently followed her down and then rolled them both to their sides and spooned her against his chest. Softly he brushed her sweat-dampened hair and turned her to face him. She was still trembling, her eyes focused on nothing but she seemed to track his words as he talked slowly to her. Gathering her to his chest he warmed her and watched as her eyes gradually focused and returned to normal.
They lay there a long time savoring each other. She relishing in her surrender and he awed by the strength of it as they rested and cuddled and drifted into slumber.
22 July 2000 shadowwv