“You want it as much as I do, don’t you?” I ask her, slightly moving my hips forward so that the tip of my cock is just an inch away from her delicious lips. She nods obediently, a smile taking over her lips.
“I do,” she whispers, her sweet breath on my cock sending a shiver up my spine. She runs her tongue between her lips, almost as if she’s preparing herself for what’s going to happen next. “I want it.”
“Open your mouth,” I tell her, her lips parting immediately. I take one hand off of her head and, placing my hand over hers, I grab my cock, pushing it down and aiming it straight at her mouth. I brush its tip over the gap between her lips, slowly moving my cock left and right. “I can’t get enough of this,” I tell her, gently moving my hips forward and pushing my tip inside her mouth. With both hands again on her head, I keep it in place as I push my cock deeper in, sliding it over her tongue until I can almost feel the back of her throat. “Show me what you can do, Megan,” I continue, and she wraps her lips hard around my shaft, almost as if my words were sending ripples of anticipation through her mind.
Fighting back against the hold I have on her, she pushes her lips down my shaft until they meet the skin at the base. She pushes further down and I can’t help but look down and marvel at the sight, my whole length inside of her mouth. Once again, I’m not exactly a small guy - and it takes one hell of a woman to do what she’s doing right now. A talented woman. As her lips meet the base of my cock she looks up and, even though she has my tie wrapped around her head, I instinctively smile down at her as she slowly rolls her mouth back over my shaft.
“That’s good,” I tell her with a grin. “Fuck, Megan, you’re a talented woman.” As a response, she goes back down again, her movements so precise and seductive that I feel my brain melting inside my skull. I breathe out deeply, trying to keep myself together as she starts to caress my balls with one hand. If this continues for too long I’m going to cum in her mouth pretty soon.
Wanting to take control again, I grab her head harshly, forcing her to stop moving altogether. The moment she’s still, I start to thrust, fucking her mouth just like I promised her I would do. I look down, my heart beating fast as I watch my shaft flying in and out of her mouth. I go fast, as fast as I can, and close my eyes as I feel my insides clenching.
I force myself to slow down until I stop, my cock spasming inside her mouth as I take a deep breath, stopping myself from coming. And let me tell you, that’s not an easy task - right now I want nothing more than to fill her warm mouth with my cum and see it drip down her chin to between her breasts. I can already imagine myself scooping whatever spilled out of her mouth with my tongue - yeah, Megan makes me this insane. And hell, I just love it. I never had a woman making me feel like this, each time she touches me just another step closer toward losing control.
“Come here,” I say, taking my cock out of her mouth and grabbing her by the hand. I pull her up to her feet and then, bending over, I pick her up from the floor and carry in her my arms toward the bed. I drop her over the mattress and then kick off my shoes; she lays back, and I can tell that she’s waiting for me to follow after her. Not wanting to make her wait, I step out of my pants and boxer briefs, and then take off my shirt in a hurry, my heart kicking against my chest in desperation.
I place one knee up on the mattress but then, remembering something, I pick my pants off the floor and rummage through my pockets. You see, I came prepared and brought more than just one tie. And now, holding the second tie in my hands, I finally climb up on the bed.
“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.