“Your hands, give them to me,” I tell her, and she extends them forward blindly. Holding her small wrists, I wrap the tie around them and then force her to lift her arms up; tying the end of the tie to the bedframe, I then look down at her naked body with a smile on my lips.
She’s smiling as well, pulling against the tie and testing my knot.
“What now?” She asks me, realizing that there’s no escape now. She’s mine for me to do as I please.
Kneeling between her legs, I place my hands on her knees and force her to spread them wide. My eyes go straight to her wet pussy and I feel a knot growing in my throat, my cock throbbing so hard it almost hurts. All I have to do now is lay down on top of her and guide my cock home…
Oh, I’ve been dreaming of this for too long.
Laying down on top of her, her breasts mashed against my chest, I take one hand to my cock and wrap my fingers around it. Angling it downward, I press the tip of my twelve-inches against her aching pussy and start running it up and down her length, knowing that I’m just one thrust away of feeling her inner walls wrapped tight around my shaft.
I take one deep breath, readying myself to thrust, and then --
No, not yet. Not now, I hear a whisper inside my head, a whisper that makes me feel dizzy and lightheaded. Fuck, I can’t do it like this. After what happened between me, Madden and Megan… I don’t know, it just seems wrong to fuck her right now. I’ve told her that I love her, and I don’t want to fuck her just because my words tugged at the right strings at the right time… No, I’ll do it the moment I’m sure she loves me back; I’ll do it when the moment’s right.
Not before that.
Sighing, I push my hands against the mattress and kneel once more, pulling my cock back from her pussy. I can’t believe that I’m doing this - I never even knew I’d be able to resist her like this.
But she’s still here, her naked body calling for me, right? Right.
Swinging my legs off the bed, I walk across her bedroom and look around, trying to find the mini-bar the producers put in each of the rooms. Finding it, I open it and go straight for the small container of ice on the inside; I pick up an ice cube and then go back to the bed.
“Where did you go?” She asks me, moving her head from side to side as if that somehow would help her see through the fabric over her eyes.
“I needed to grab this,” I whisper as I lean in, the ice cube between my index finger and thumb. I press it between her breasts and she lets out a surprised moan; she arches her back and, with the ice softly pressed against her skin, I run the cube up and down the valley between her tits.
“Maybe this will cool you off,” I laugh, dragging the ice cube over the curve of her right breast and circling her nipple with it. “Or maybe not,” I add as she wriggles her body, my hand moving from one nipple to the other, a string of moans leaving her mouth.
Still caressing her breasts with the ice, I take my free hand to between her thighs and cup her pussy. Resting my thumb over her clit, I start stroking it softly as I run two fingers up and down her inner lips.
I bend my wrist fast and, with that, I slide these two fingers inside of her; curling them upward, I drive them straight to her G-spot and press them there as hard as I can, my thumb still stroking her clit steadily.
“Feels good, doesn’t it?” I whisper, and she replies with another seductive moan. Bringing my hand down from her breasts, I slide the ice cube over her skin; it travels down her stomach, leaving her skin wet and glistening from the melting ice, and I take all the way down to her clit. I take my thumb out and run the ice cube over her pleasure bud.
“Oh, fuck,” she exhales sharply, swaying her hips from side to side as if she had no idea what to do with her body. Lucky for her, I know exactly what to do with her body (or, rather, what to do to her body).
I move the ice cube down and around my fingers, brushing it against her pussy lips, and then I simply throw it to the side, leaving it to melt over the sheets of her bed.
“Let’s get serious,” I tell her as I start fingering her fast, my fingers hitting her G-spot over and over again. She arches her back, straining against the tie binding her hands, and I run my free hand over her stomach and take it to her breasts. There, I take one of her nipples between my thumb and index finger and I start pinching it. I let the pressure grow with each passing second, and I never blink as I look at her face, registering the way the expression in her face starts to change.
“Oh, God, that’s… Oh…” She moans, the pain darting from her nipple making her lips curl as they try to express the way that pain is turning into pleasure. “OH!” She yelps as I press her rosy tip even harder, sliding one more finger inside her pussy at the same time. I’m stretching her wide now, fingering her with the same intensity I’d be able to bring if, instead of three fingers, I had my cock buried deep inside of her.
“Tristan, I’m gonna --” She starts to say, but she never gets to finish her sentence. Before she can do it, her whole body tenses up, and she has no other option but to hiss through her gritted teeth and prepare for the incoming avalanche of pleasure. She comes so h
ard that I can almost see the orgasm raging through her body, thunder and lightning raging under her skin. When she finally stops hissing, her muscles are still twitching hard, as if all that electric pleasure was running up and down her body at the speed of light.
“Oh, that was amazing,” she breathes out, collapsing on the mattress and taking deep breaths, a few beads of sweat glistening on her forehead. With a smile, I lean forward and, sliding one hand under the back of her head, I undo the knot of the tie, taking it from her eyes. She blinks hard and, as she adjusts to the light in the room, I undo the knots on her wrists. The moment she’s free, she sits up on the bed and reaches for me right away, placing one hand around my neck and pulling me in, her lips looking for my own.
“Your mouth,” I find myself saying as we pull from each other, my cock twitching and aching to feel her tongue once more. Grinning at my words, she slides down from the bed and kneels down on the floor, looking up at me with inviting eyes.
“It’s right here,” she purrs, sticking her tongue out. I follow after her and, the moment I’m standing up over her naked body, she curls her fingers around my shaft and dives into me at once. She bobs her head back and forth at a relentless pace, and I rest my hands on her head; this time, though, I let her dictate the rhythm.
“Fuck…” I whisper, more to myself than to her. Throwing my head back, I close my eyes and just savor the way her lips roll up and down my shaft. Fuck, she really knows how to use her perfect little mouth…
Still with her lips wrapped around my cock, she starts to move her hand up and down my shaft, and I feel on the verge of cumming. I tangle my fingers on her hair and stop her from moving; gritting my teeth, I exhale sharply and let a violent shiver go up my spine. At the same time, my cock spasms and I feel the cum rushing through me and onto her mouth, almost as if I were some kind of human geyser.
I keep holding her while I cum, filling her mouth with my seed. There are strands of cum already dripping down from her lips and into her chin, but I don’t give a fuck - I keep cumming inside her mouth, even though it’s already brimming with my juices.