Page 61 of Fighting for Her Heart
“Tell me more about the brightness of the silks against the blue sky,” I say softly. “Remember how happy you felt.”
He sighs and some of the tension melts out of him even as his cock throbs between the damp folds of my labia. “The orange was the most vibrant against the blue sky. But on cloudy days I preferred the yellows…”
“Now,” I say after his pause extends. “Now, I want you to only think about me, about my fingers touching you. I want you to concentrate on every place where our bodies are making contact.”
He groans and his cock twitches, sliding against me.
I gasp. “Your body is so relaxed now you can’t move,” I say softly. “You’re so relaxed that you can’t possibly have any power over me. I have all the power. I have complete control over your body. I am controlling your pleasure…”
I slide his hardness through my folds again and again, using his self control as a model for my own. I can’t get carried away. This isn’t aboutmypleasure. This is all for Zuben.
“I’m going to put you inside me now,” I say softly against his ear. “Is that okay?”
He nods and his lips part, but no sound comes out. As much as I want him to relax and let me be in control, I know enough about his past to know that, even if I’m in charge, I must have his consent.
“Was that a yes?” I ask, and he nods again.
I tease us both for a very long time, keeping him right at my entrance. This alone could be enough for me. I’m on the verge of coming, but can’t let that happen.
Pushing down I let his head breach my tight, slippery entrance.
We both gasp, and my inner walls tighten around the top inch of him now lodged inside me. I stay there, remaining still as my hands stroke his face and his chest, watching and feeling as his muscles relax and tighten and relax again. As I pulse over it, the head of his penis, now plugging my body, starts to feel like it’s part of me.
Then slowly, excruciatingly slowly, I slide down further.
His body tightens again, and so I stop, waiting for him to relax. And then I repeat the process, centimeter by centimeter, stopping after each micro-movement to let us both adjust, not wanting to descend further until I feel him relax.
I lose count of how many times I perform these small movements with long pauses. But then his long cock strikes the end of my channel. I moan, unable to hide my reaction. His mouth opens wide too, but no sound comes out, and I stay like this, neither of us moving until the taut muscles of his face and chest and arms start to show signs of release.
“You feel so good inside me,” I say softly, not moving my hips, but continuing to slowly slide my hands over his chest and neck and arms—everywhere I can reach.
His body remains still, but his cock twitches, moving all on its own, as if it’s fighting a sword battle inside me.
Then I reverse my descent, sliding him out of me as slowly and deliberately as I took him in, waiting for him to relax each time I see him tighten his muscles or clench his teeth.
I repeat this entire process several times, taking him fully in and then rising up, getting slightly faster each time, but still taking several minutes for each round.
“I want you, Zuben,” I coo softly as I slide my body slowly over his. “And I trust you completely. Your cock is rock hard, but it feels so gentle inside me. You’re giving me so much pleasure.”
My body involuntarily tightens around him.
He moans but his muscles don’t go fully rigid this time, and I count that as progress. But I am very close to my own edge and don’t want to go over the top too soon. My orgasm might be too much for him to handle. And it’s him who I want to make come.
On my next rise, I pull right off him, and we both gasp at his exit.
He struggles against his restraints, his hands tightening into fists, but sliding down between his spread legs, I take him into my mouth.
His taste is mingled with mine, a cocktail that heightens my arousal and I pull him as deep as I can and then suck.
His body tenses, so I lessen my suction and just lick him and kiss him, letting my lips and tongue take charge, and then allowing his head to explore every inch of my opened mouth, allowing his cock to stroke my tongue.
As he relaxes, I slide one of my hands down to gently cup his balls and then slip the other in the tight space between his ass and the mattress. His powerful butt muscles tense up, squeezing together and pushing down against my hand, but then he relaxes enough to let my fingers explore, stroking softly until my index finger finds his tight puckered hole.
“Oh!” he cries out. “No. Please. Too much. I do not want to hurt you.”
“You won’t.” I say. “I’m going to make you come now.” I take him into my mouth again, sucking, stroking the underside of his long, rigid cock as I play with his balls and threaten his asshole with intrusion.
“I can’t…” His voice is strained and so sad. “It’s not possible. I haven’t had a release in over two hundred years.”
