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I tried. I lay as still as I could, panting, and then holding my breath. While he did that, he sucked the other into his mouth. One was full of pain, the other of pleasure. It was a collision of sensation and my brain struggled to keep up with it. When he released the nipple and a prickling feeling returned, he took it between his teeth. I cried out. I pulled at my arms. He sucked until the blood returned and it was the most delicious sensation. Wetness pooled between my thighs, and I was desperate to close my legs, to get some pressure on my clitoris to ease the ache. I arched my back off the bed.
“Please,” I said.
“Please, what?”
“Do something, anything. Touch me.” I felt close to tears.
He ignored me. He moved to the bottom of the bed and ran his tongue over the top of my feet, up my legs, circling and nipping my skin. When he got to mypussy, he placed just the tip of his tongue on my clitoris.
“Fucking hell!” I screamed, trying to force my body closer to his mouth.
His breath as he chuckled, whispered over my heat.
“Bastard,” I added in a whisper.
“Strike three, Ruby.”
I closed my eyes and held my breath, waiting.
When it came, it was... I had no words. His palm connected with my pussy and the delayed sensation confused me. I lay still, shocked. Then it hit me. A wave of heat flooded over me, rolling up my body and settling on my neck and cheeks.
He slapped my pussy again. That time it was instant. I felt such a wetness I wasn’t sure if I’d pissed myself or not.
The third slap was pure torture. It wasn’t painful, it was the fleeting skin on skin contact that I didn’t like. I needed his hand on me, his fingers inside me. I begged him with tears rolling down my cheeks.
“Please!”
He gave me what I wanted. He inserted two fingers, then a third. He hooked and gently rubbed over my G spot, or what I assumed it was since my orgasm was almost instant. I raised off the bed, rigid, as I came. Before I came down to earth, he replaced his fingers with his mouth. He sucked and licked that orgasm from me. Itwas his to claim, and I willing gave it up. He held my hips, digging his fingertips into my skin to keep me from moving while he took what he wanted. I was powerless to do anything about it. Then I got it.
I understood what Amelia had said. It was giving it all up to him. It made it the most pleasurable thing I’d ever experienced. Allowing him to take what he wanted from me, resulted in him also giving me what I desired.
When he raised his face, it glistened. He ran his tongue over his teeth and stalked up my body. He lowered his head, but not close enough.
“Clean me,” he said, gravelly.
I raised off the bed as far as I could, and I licked over his chin. Then his lips. He closed his eyes and dragged in air through his nose.
When he pulled his head back, he stared at me. I could feel his cock at my entrance, and although I wanted to reach down for it, I couldn’t. Without guiding, he slammed into me, then stilled.
He did it a second time, holding himself so deep inside. His cock pulsed as I tightened my muscles around him. He kept his stare on me the whole time. His piercing look had me paralysed on the bed. The only thing I could do was to gasp in a breath each time he did move.
Then he fucked me, so hard and fast, then slow and deep. I gripped the bedding, when what I wanted was totear at his skin. I raised my chest off the bed and closed my eyes when his intenseness became too much to look at.
I shed tears when I came again. A thumping orgasm that ripped through my body so much so, I saw stars behind my eyelids. I lost track of time, but the room had darkened, the evening had drawn in.
When he came, I was ready for it. I ached and I wanted to hold him.
“Let me go,” I whispered when he slumped over my body.
He reached up and unclipped the cuffs from my wrists. I wrapped my arms around him and held him to my body. Sweat coated his skin and he panted with exertion. His face was nestled in my neck, and I ran my hands over his back, gently scratching the skin. I felt his come gently seep from me. I listened as his breathing slowed and he rested. I wanted to wrap my legs around him as well, cocoon him, but they were still restrained. Instead, I held him tight.
I kissed his shoulder and eventually, he turned his head and kissed my cheek.
“Thank you,” he whispered.
“I just laid here, so not sure what you’re thanking me for,” I replied.
“For just lying there and let me do what I wanted.”
