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“No, but this would be a great position for me to blow you.”
“You would kill your arms.”
Elias’ teeth sink into my hip, and my hands fly to his hair and shoulder for leverage. He flattens his tongue over the little bite mark, and when I glance down I can make out an obvious grin.
“Challenge accepted but put on the back burner for next time.”
God, I love this man.
The words ache in my chest in the sweetest way as he eases me back to the ground. I’m barely out of his arms before he’s yanking my shirt over my head followed by his own. His pants and boxers are next, and then we’re both standing there naked and staring at each other but not touching.
I’m in charge,I remind myself and close my eyes to let rational thought override the lust perfuming around us.
“Lay down on the bed while I get set up.” I take a step back and dig a few things out of the toy bag, dropping it to the floor when I’m done.
He sends me a questioning look but wordlessly obeys,and that sends a heady rush of adrenaline through me that I’m not sure what to do with.
The harness I picked out is styled like a jock, and the second dildo has a smaller girth than the first, but a more bulbous head, and instead of a stroker at the base, it has a series of ridges. I wrap both of them up in the towel and set them down next to the tripod, setting up the camera on my phone.
Those will come into use a little later; for now, I have a boyfriend to work into a frenzy to make this as painless as possible.
When I climb up onto the bed and straddle Elias’ chest, his hands go straight to my waist, which is exactly why I need to do this. I grab both of his hands in mine and raise them over his head, bending down to steal a kiss.
While he whines and tries to wiggle himself free, I tie a strip of fabric around his wrists and to one of the slats on the headboard.
“This okay?” I pull away to feel his huff of frustration skitter across my face.
“I want to touch you.” The crease between his brow is a full on pout, and I smooth my finger over it with a teasing smile.
“You will, love. But first, I need you to relax.”
The soft strands of his hair tickle my palm as I scrape my fingers over his scalp, tugging his head to the side to fit my lips against his neck. He exhales slowly, the muscles in his arms flexing when he tries to move them.
My lips move down his chest, leaving little purple marks that create a trail to the nipple I swirl my tongue around. He pushes out his chest, the tiniest moan leaking out as I close my lips around the bud and suck until it’s red and puffy.Another set of kisses to the other side, giving it the same treatment before moving down.
His hips buck under me when my ass comes to press against his swelling dick. He’s not hard but not soft, at that in-between space right where I want him.
“Matty,” he breathes as I settle between his legs. Soft skin ripples under my fingertips, sliding them down his stomach and over his thighs. One hand travels in to cup his balls, rolling them in my palm, the other pressing weight to his hip.
“Relax,” I tell him again, ghosting my smile down his happy trail and taking his semi-hard cock into my mouth.
Elias has one hell of a cock, thick and girthy, long enough that as I stroke him with my tongue, he quickly fills and presses at the entrance of my throat. As soon as I swallow him down, he lets out another choked, “Matty!”, and my fingers dip to explore lower.
The spit dripping down his balls coats my fingers, and I gently push his legs a little further open so I can more easily slip a digit to his hole. I spend a few minutes rubbing the spit in, feeling the skin soften and cave ever so slightly to the lightest bit of pressure.
His dick twitches against the roof of my mouth, and I pop off with a gasp. He’s too close, and I want him to feel good, but not that good. Not yet.
Lying with my chest on the bed and my legs dangling over the edge, I hook my arms under his thighs and hold him open. At the first swipe of my tongue over his hole, his body breaks out into goosebumps, and his breath comes out shaky.
This is where I thrive: treating men like their bodies are something holy. Like every stroke is an offering, every probe at the muscle is a prayer to hear confident dominance shatter.Elias, who takes me apart so easily, is willingly giving me the power to do the same to him.
Now he knows why we showeredbeforegetting hot and sweaty.
My tongue breaches his hole, taking its time working him open, making his hole soft and pliant for the pad of my finger. It’s a cherry flavored lube that I coat them in, pushing slow and rhythmically until it starts to give.
The sweet sound of Elias’ voice breaking as he cries out has me peppering kisses along his thigh. With my finger pressed all the way in, I crook it inside until his hips jump off the bed.
“You alright, love?”
