His eyes flare, and he raises an eyebrow. “You think you’re ready for that?”
“I think if the plugs get any bigger it’s going to be like taking you up the ass anyway.”
Tristan chuckles. “You’re going to have to try to keep quiet.”
“I brought something for that too,” I say, pulling the panties I was wearing out of the hoodie pocket.
“Baby,” Tristan says, “you’ve made my morning.”
I smile. “I was hoping that you would say that.”
Tristan takes my hand and pulls it inside the sleeve of the hoodie, and then he does the same with the other one. Then he ties the sleeves of the hoodie together and loops it over his neck, so I’m bound to him. It’s surprisingly effective, since the sleeves of this sweatshirt are tighter and I can’t just pull them out.
“Any last words?” he asks.
My heart is pounding with anticipation, and my body is showing it too. I’m already soaking. He’s going to find out soon enough. I shake my head no. He takes the panties and reaches underneath me, drawing them along my pussy before looking at me with that gaze that melts me down to nothing. “Open.”
I do, and he fills my mouth with the fabric, making sure that I can taste myself. It’s something that he loves, making me taste my own juices. It makes him hard, and honestly it just makes me wetter too, knowing how hot he finds it.
He pulls his cock from his pants and lifts me up slightly before lowering me down onto him. Stuffed the way I am with a plug that’s nearly as big as he is, having his cock in me too is like being split open in the best way, and already I’m moaning against the gag. All he does is chuckle. “It’s a good thing you brought those panties. I’ve turned you to an insatiable minx.”
I nod my head yes.
Slowly, he lets me sink down onto his cock. My pussy flutters around him trying to make sense of how this feels. It’s an entirely different sensation than I’m used to. He fucks me all the time with the plugs, but the big one is new and we’ve never done this before. I wasn’t planning on being bound and gagged, but Tristan knows me well, and the little bit of control he’s taking makes me shake.
Brushing his thumb over my clit, he smiles as I shudder. “How many times should I make you come this morning?” he asks, knowing full well that I can’t answer him. “Or maybe I shouldn’t let you come at all.”
I moan at that. We’ve done denial before, but three days before my wedding is not when I want to be doing that. He laughs softly again. “I’ll settle for holding you back until I say yes,” he circles my clit again and my eyes fall closed. With all the stimulation down there, it’s so sensitive that I could come just from him touching my clit like that.
Tristan lifts me just slightly so he can thrust upwards, and fiery pleasure bursts open inside. I let my head fall back, trying to hold back the loudest of my cries. We’re still outside, and panties aren’t exactly the most effective gags. The mood Tristan is in right now is one of my favorites. I would never tell him that in case it goes to his head, but the way he embodies this dominance is perfect. It makes me feel safe and understood and he always seems to know when that’s what I need.
Plus, when he’s like this, he takes his time. I usually end up with drawn out orgasms that have my muscles literally shaking. Right now is no exception. He’s thrusting up into me at a slow, almost casual pace, making sure that I’m stimulated but not taking me anywhere near close to coming. And because he has me lifted up, I have no leverage to make him go faster. Instead I can only whimper.
“Hmmm,” he says. “You know what I think I need to hear this morning? I need to hear you beg.”
I look at him like he’s crazy. It’s not like I can talk, and he just emphasizes his point by driving deep, hard, and fast once before returning to his previous pace. “Go ahead and beg me to come, baby.”
I try to ask him please, and beg him through the gag. All it sounds like is gibberish. “Those are pretty sounds. Since you asked, I suppose you can.” He speeds up, thrusting in while running his fingers cover my clit. And in seconds it’s like the sun breaks over the horizon as a perfect orgasm washes up and over and through. I clench down on his cock, and he grits his teeth. He loves it when I do that because it feels good, and he hates it when I do that because he doesn’t last as long.