Repeating the motion, he continued his slow and steady pace, and I got the sense he was drawing this experience out, trying to make it last for some reason. The thought went to my head, bolstering my confidence.
I put a finger in my mouth, sucking it and wetting it before dropping it back to my nipple. That earned me a growly noise deep in his throat and a sloppy thrust, Mr. Perfect In Bed losing a bit of control.
Biting back a smile, I did it again with my other breast before I had a crazy idea. A beyond crazy idea.
Could I actually do it?
No, I couldn't. Never.
His thrusts began to increase, a little more of that control slipping, and I thought to myself, fuck it. Like I'd told myself before, I'd never see this man again, and he had no idea who I was. Tonight was a night to let go and try new things.
Pushing my breast up with one hand, I leaned my head forward, finding the nerve to do something I'd always been curious about. I flicked my nipple with my own tongue.
Mystery man went still. "Fuck me," he groaned.
Was that a good fuck me or a bad fuck me? I paused, wondering.
He drove into me, hard and fast, one of his hands leaving my hip to land on my clit.
"Do it again," he demanded, his voice raspy.
So a good fuck me then.
Smiling, I did as he requested, his rough movements increasing in speed, the pace almost punishing. His thumb stroked my clit, forceful, relentless, my pussy taking a pounding, the exact pounding I'd dared to hope for.
Oh, God, this orgasm just might kill me.
The building pressure was excruciating in the best possible way, every part of me on fire, every nerve ending screaming for release.
Digging my heels into the bed, I rose up to meet him thrust for thrust, the sound of his balls slapping me mingling with our heavy breathing. Faster and faster we rose together, and I knew this man was near his peak. Both of us coming together?
It was like something out of a movie, something I'd never experienced before.
My climax slammed into me, my back arching, my cry of ecstasy embarrassingly loud. And through the blood rushing past my ears, I heard him. And oh my God, the sound of his primal grunt as he pounded into my pulsing pussy one last time, balls deep, and unloaded... it was pure heaven.
The waves kept crashing, pleasure bursting through my limbs all the way down to my toes. Never in my life had it been this intense, and lasted so long. My God, I was still squeezing him relentlessly, wondering if his dick was magic.
Could I maybe create a replica to keep me company during the long, lonely nights ahead?
Watching him, I relished the way his abs rippled and how his chest glistened in the dim lighting. He really was the most beautiful man I'd ever seen. Even with the mask. Or maybe because of it.
Pulling out of me, he disposed of the condom then immediately returned to my side, crashing on the bed right next to me.
"Wow," he said, his voice still breathless.
I'd done that to him.Me.
"Wow is right." I sighed. "I'll... I'll be right back."
In the bathroom, I emptied my bladder and cleaned myself up, taking a second to scratch an itch behind my mask. I really couldn't wait to take this thing off, but not yet. Hopefully, this man would really complete the mission and cuddle me.
When I came back out, he was still in the same position, completely sprawled out on the bed, not a care in the world that he was buck naked, his cock still on display. Even now, not hard anymore, it was damn impressive.
At the edge of the bed, I hesitated, struck by sudden insecurity and not sure what to do. Was it presumptuous of me to get back into bed with him? Should I just leave at this point?
"What are you doing over there?" he grumbled. "Get over here, baby."
So it was perhaps a bit bossy, but I secretly loved it.
