I lean forward, sinking one hand into his hair and watch as I guide his head harder against my pussy. I move my hips with fury, my breathing picks up, and pained cries escape my lips.
Leif’s hands locked against the bed frame, squeeze open and shut as he eats me with dedication.
His mouth comes around my clit, bestowing wet open kisses against my piercing. Nipping, licking and sucking at wherever his mouth can get purchase, all the while moaning in delight.
His body pushes mine up, making me fall further on his mouth when I feel his legs press into the mattress, his torso rising.
“Don’t you come,” I say, digging my nails into his thigh while the other still holds his head.
My orgasm is just there, ready to release. The cuffs rattle harder against the bars.
“You can do it, baby. Come on my face, show me who I belong to.”
That does it. I hold myself against him and throw my head back on a cathartic cry while he continues to lick up and down my pussy with worship and praise.
“My sweet Bombshell.” Deep, gentle kisses coat my drenched pussy and thighs. “So beautiful when you come for me,” he whispers.
Once I feel strong enough to move again I shimmy down his body.
His cock has left a mess of precum against his stomach, but he hasn’t finished. I lean down to lick up what’s escaped and give a little suck just to the tip.
He throws his head back into the pillows and groans. I smirk as I lean over to fetch the condom I left ready on the bedside table.
Leif pulls at the handcuffs, gritting his teeth. “You gonna let me out of these cuffs?”
I shake my head slowly as I settle my bare pussy against his cock, my hands braced over his chest.
“Those are some naughty little panties you’re wearing, baby.” His heart thunders beneath my hands. “Always so good at being bad for me.”
“Nope, I’m bad forme,” I say, as I grind my hips and sigh at the feel of his bare cock, hot and hard against my pussy where it’s left exposed through the crotchless underwear.
I watch as the clarity crosses his face, and he nods.
“Okay, Claire. You’re in charge.”
“I know. I’m always in charge.”
“Yes, you are, cos you’re a fucking queen. The world wouldn’t dare deny you. And neither will I. Take what you need from me, baby. I’m more than happy to serve. I’m yours to own. Yours to command. I’m just yours.”
His words make tingles dance down my legs as I continue to grind against his dick, coating him in my leftover release.
I lean forward slightly to rub my piercing against his skin. I feel my orgasm building again, more so when I feel the subtle movement of his hips below me, guiding me along and helping me get there.
“Fuck, you feel so amazing against my cock. That beautiful, bare pussy grinding on me. You ruin me, baby.”
I pick up speed, rubbing harder and faster. My lungs hurt at how hard I’m drawing in breath. My head is dizzy, and my nails dig into his chest.
My moans almost drown out his words with how wild and loud they are, but like always, I never feel alone when I’m with Leif. He’s always there to remind me of his presence.
“Can I come yet, baby? You’re gonna make me come just watching your beautiful body on top of me. Living in your pleasure.”
When I collapse against his chest, crying through my release, Leif shakes with frantic need beneath me.
“Baby! Baby, please let me have my hands on you.” His whimpered plea makes me loosen the reins just a little on my need to own him, because like it or not, I need his hands on me, too.
I blink through the tears of relief that built on my lashes from my orgasm and pluck the key off the table to unlock the cuffs.
The second he’s free, he’s pulling my face between his hands and kissing me as if it’s his last chance. He starts to roll us over, but I throw my hands down on the bed, stopping him.