Say Yes, Senator

His cock swung between his legs, hardening by the second, and he placed a hand on his hip. I knew what he wanted from me now, and I couldn’t wait to give it.

I knelt in front of Jesus, my face at level with his cock. It was big…too big for my mouth but I wanted to taste him. I wanted to know the power my tongue had over his body. He had his head bent forward, and he was looking down at me as I looked up to meet his sparkling dark eyes. His face was overcast, his eyes were narrow, and I knew he was trying hard to not come over my face already.

I stuck my tongue out at first, just so that I could graze the tip around the tip of his cock. I gasped when my tongue touched him, and I heard him grunt. The desire came in a wave that shook my body.

I kept my eyes on him, my hair waving like a flag down my back as I licked his cock again. This time, the whole length of him so I could taste him in my mouth. He hardened, and I sensed his muscles stiffen.

I was teasing him, and I liked it. I wanted to tease him to the point that he might burst at the seams. My tongue ran up and down the length of his cock, with my hands lying flat, pressing down on the bed. He reached over and slapped my ass lightly, and I felt the sting, only enticing me more to tease him.

I stretched my mouth open and slid him in, just a few inches so that he could feel the tightness of my lips. Jesus grunted, groaning in the pleasure of my mouth and I slipped him out. He grunted ag

ain.

“Fuck, woman! What are you doing to me?” he growled and I felt a shiver run down my spine. I knew he was losing control. This big powerful man who had rescued me from my captors, was putty in my hands, completely under the control of my tongue. I slipped his cock into my mouth again, just when I felt the pressure of his hands on the back of my head.

He jerked my head forward, sliding his cock smoothly back into my mouth again. I nearly choked from the size of him, thrusting deep down my throat. I was gagging when he pulled out, but he wasn’t about to stop now. Not now when he had got a taste of what I was capable of. He pulled at my head again, thrusting his cock into my open mouth and I moaned, as his cock grazed the back of my throat. He was big and violent in my mouth, claiming me with every push.

I reached up and grabbed his powerful thighs, using them as support as my head slid forward and backward in a smooth motion. When I caught his eyes, I could see that they were narrowed still, focusing on my face as he fucked me. I was choking and enjoying it at the same time. The fact that I had this much control over him thrilled me made me wetter. I didn’t want him to stop.

Jesus pulled himself out at the last moment, just when I tasted the salty sweetness of his pre-cum. He lifted me up, by hooking his hands under my arms and he whipped me around in one fluid motion.

I moaned, enjoying being a doll in his hands, as he positioned me in front of himself.

I pressed my back to his chest, lifting myself, grazing my back along the length of him. His mouth was near my ear now, and I could feel his hot breath in my hair. His breathing was harsh, just like mine was and he had his hands clasped around my belly. With one hand, he gently pushed away my strands of chestnut hair and brought his mouth close to my ear.

He nibbled at my earlobe as I continued sliding my body up and down. His rock-hard cock grazed and dug into my back…my ass…and I moved some more.

“You are so fucking hot, Valentina,” he breathed gruffly into my ear and slipped his hand up to cup my left breast. His thumb played with my nipple, and I writhed against him. He was pulling and tugging my sensitive pebbled peak, twisting it to the point of pain and then releasing it. I could feel my juices dripping down the insides of my thighs. His cock was digging into my ass as we pressed ourselves together.

I reached my arm over, twisting it around both of us so that I could get a grip on his hair. I laid my head down on his shoulder so that I could look up at his face now. His jaws were angled squarely, his skin glistened like copper, and he continued to play with my breasts.

“Please…Jesus, please, fuck me,” I begged him, and a smile flickered on his face.

“I like it when you plead,” he said and squeezed my nipple harder. I winced with desire and bit down on my lip.

“Please, fuck me…I can’t hold back any longer. I want to come. I want you inside me when I come,” I urged him and he wedged a hand between our bodies.

I could feel him guiding his cock towards my pussy. He pushed me forward, and I fell on my hands so that he could have access to my pussy. He searched it out from behind me, checking to see how wet I was and then his cock thrust into me. I moaned as he inched deeper and deeper inside.

Before I could even begin moving myself, he had grabbed me by my waist again and was pulling me back up. His cock remained inside, and he had started a slow rhythmic thrust. My back was pressed to him again; my head was resting on his shoulder, my eyes staring up at the ceiling as we started moving together.

Jesus’ thrusts were strong, and with each of them, he grunted. His hands gripped my waist, keeping my body in position as he plowed into me. Somehow, this time the sex was slower, more meaningful. That hungry desperation to possess each other had disappeared. This time around, with his arms around me, holding on to me possessively, with the rhythmic thrusts he was using…it was like he was trying to tell me something, that he had me, that he was going to keep me safe.

When Jesus’ fingers moved down, from my waist to my belly and then my pussy…I knew that he wanted me to come. His thumb stroked my clit now, and I could feel a searing electrical shock running up and down my spine. He didn’t stop thrusting, didn’t stop moving inside me as my clit became even more engorged, a sudden quivering overwhelmed my body.

“Come for me, Valentina,” he whispered in my ear, and I gave up. I could feel the fissures opening up, my body revolting against my mind as I allowed the feelings to take over me. My orgasm jolted my body, and I screamed. I clutched his hair with one hand and squeezed his hand on my pussy with the other as I stretched myself against him. My senses opened up. I could feel every stroke he made inside me, his thumb frantically playing with my clit, the tuft of hair on his chest that gently grazed my back as I pressed myself against him even more.

Then Jesus came too. He had burst inside me, and our orgasms swallowed us up together. I could feel him shoot deep, and he growled and cried out my name.

“Valentina…” he grunted, and his voice shook as we came together.

“Jesus…I…I…” I was on the verge of confessing I still loved him, but the sound of his growls deafened my voice, till he was done and his orgasm began to subside.

Our bodies swayed, as I remained in his arms for a moment longer. Then he was sliding out of me again, that familiar feeling of panic overtook me. He was going to be gone, just like he had done before. He was going to put on his clothes and leave.

Instead, once he had slid himself out of me, he crashed down on the bed. The mattress creaked under his weight as he lay himself down, crossing his arms behind his head. I remained sitting on the edge of the bed where he had left me, my breasts heaving from exhaustion.

A film of sweat covered Jesus’ forehead, and when I least expected it, a smile flickered on his face.