“Like such a good boy,” she replies. I watch as she reaches back, and when I feel her hand wrap around my dick, I nearly lose it again. The head of my cock nudges against the warmth of her wet cunt, and I hold my breath, afraid she’s just teasing me again.
“Look at me, Beau,” she says in a raspy, lust-filled tone.
As our eyes meet, she slowly settles her weight. And as her pussy swallows my cock, I lose the ability to breathe. Before I know it, she is fully seated and we are joined, completely.
I am inside her, and it’s never struck me so powerfully as it does in this moment with her.
I have no control, no ability to move or thrust, and not because she has me restrained, but because she is in charge. And I wouldn’t dare move without permission.
Right about now, I’m very fucking grateful that she made me get tested and is on the pill, so we don’t have to keep anything between us. Having her skin to skin is like heaven.
“Don’t you dare come, until I say.” Her voice is strained, her cheeks flushed with arousal as she gently lifts up and lowers herself.
It’s too much, too intense, too perfect, and I’m afraid that I can’t control myself anymore. There’s no way I’ll be able to stop myself if I have to come.
Especially as she finds her still swollen clit with her hand, running soft circles around the sensitive bud as she starts to grind her hips back and forth, chasing her pleasure, again. With her head hanging back, she moves in a beautiful rhythm, as if she’s riding an invisible wave, everything in sync—her hand, her hips, her breathing.
“Tell me who this cock belongs to,” she barks out a command.
“Yours,” I grunt, “it’s all yours.”
And I’m struck speechless as I watch her slowly unfold for the third time, piece by piece. It’s so fucking stunning, I almost forget about my own orgasm. My hands are still bound over my head, and I love the feeling of being this thing she’s using to make herself come. I’d give her my body every chance I get if this is what I get to experience every time.
She’s perfect.
Her thrusts pick up speed and intensity until she finally tenses, her spine curling as she lets out a long, high-pitched moan. The tightening pulse of her pussy around my cock sends me over the edge.
“Fuck, ma’am, please…I’m gonna—"
“Come, Beau. Do it now,” she cries out in the throes of her own climax, and I’ve never been more relieved in my life. I completely let go. My body takes over, and I’m blinded by an unstoppable train of ecstasy as my cock jolts and releases inside her. The sounds we’re making mingle in one perfect cacophony of carnal sex and pleasure.
An orgasm has never felt so good in all my life. Two weeks of agony were worth this thirty seconds of heaven, easily.
When her body is spent, she collapses on top of me, pressing her face against my chest, and I lift my bound wrists over her head to hold her closer. I don’t know if we’re still in the scene or if this is just us…or if there is any difference anymore.
All I know is that I am hers—in all the ways.
And I did not see that coming.
Her head is resting on my chest, her soft brown hair fanned out against my neck, and I’m fighting the urge to fall asleep.
“We broke the rules,” she whispers.
“Technically, you did. I can’t be punished for that.”
She laughs. “I do love punishing you, but you’re right. That was my fault.” She lifts her head and gazes up at me. Her hair is tousled and her makeup is smudged under her eyes. Everything about her is raw and real, and I can’t help myself as I pull her face toward mine to kiss her swollen lips.