Sex,Lies, and Bondage Tape

"Great bod," she murmured under her breath, smiling when he paused and glanced her way.

"Don't you get too relaxed, madam." He kicked the jeans off, then snatched them back up and reached into the back pocket for his wallet.

"Oh, I'm not relaxed at all, believe me." She blew him a kiss, nodding at the bulge in his shorts.

Pulling out a packet of condoms, he tore one off and dropped the rest on the bedside table

Kelly rolled closer and snatched the condom packet from his hand. "Allow me to assist."

His hair fell forward as he looked down at her, casting his face in shadow, but she could see the tension in his mouth, his lips tightly closed. He pushed his shorts down, kicking them off. His cock bounced out, seeming to lean towards her with intent. It was long and hard, the head burnished red and damp in the lamplight.

She'd barely recovered from the assault he'd launched on her, but her sex responded, her entire core moving in a reflex action triggered by the need to feel that gorgeous, hard cock inside her. She moved closer, wrapped her hand around its girth, stroking it back and forth. It was hot and rigid, buoying up within her grasp.

"Easy," he urged and she saw his thighs tighten.

With shaking fingers, she tore open the condom packet. Looking at the rubber, it seemed impossibly small. She rolled it over the head of his cock, struggling to ease it on. She rolled it the length of him, using both hands. The hair at the base of his cock was golden, catching the light when he moved.

When the condom was in position, she reached for his balls. He groaned when she felt them, weighing them in her hands. They were already high against the underside of his cock. Her inner flesh trembled at the thought of the release.

He knocked her away with one hand, pushing her back onto the bed. "Lie down, on your back."

Rolling back, her knees automatically drew up towards her chest, her body inviting him in.

He shook his head as he looked down at her. "What a sight." He ducked down, his hands on the base of his cock as he dipped in to take a taste of her, running his tongue into her hole, then lapping at her clit

Once again he took her by surprise. She flung her arms back over her head, her sensitive sex folds in a frenzied torment. "Oh, you're good, big man."

"I've got to be inside you," he said gruffly, as he moved between her thighs and guided his cock into her.

"Mmm, yes please."

He nudged inside her, the head of his cock stretching her, even though she was open and ready.

"You're so big," she gasped. The sensitized entrance of her sex clenched on to him.

"Watch the mouth. Compliments can undermine a man's stamina." He winked.

She laughed softly. She could see the honesty of his words reflected in his eyes.

"Yeah, good," he whispered, with a quick grin as her legs locked around his hips. Their eyes locked as he drove himself slowly into her, inch by inch, filling her up. When the head of his cock nudged up against her cervix, a strangled cry escaped her. Suddenly full, she felt dizzy.

He lifted up on his arms, his hands planted on either side of her chest. He began to move, slowly at first then with more urgency. The music seemed to drive him on, and he pounded into her. The singer had a deep, gravelly voice that touched her inside, as surely as Tommy was doing.

Kelly could only ride it out. Her body was on fire, and although she wanted to fight and equal him, she was too weak with pleasure. He had sensitized her so thoroughly she was like a rag doll on the bed. Lyrics from the stereo reached her, "just let it happen," the singer encouraged, his voice rising in the chorus. The words skittered over her consciousness, drawing on her. Heat was gathering as high as her rib cage, darts of stimulation racing through her breasts and into her nipples with each thrust of her body across the bed. Her eyes held his, one hand clutching feebly at his shoulder. "I've never been so well and truly fucked," she cried out, her body humming.

He groaned and pulled out. His hand went to the base of his cock, where he applied pressure. "I warned you," he rasped. "Say something like that and it's likely to result in a sudden explosion."

"I'm hoping to be victim of a sudden explosion at some point," she retorted, with a low laugh.

He gave her a quick grin, and then grabbed her hip with his free hand, rolling her over. Before she had a chance to respond, both his hands were on her hips and he'd pulled her into a kneeling position. The movement against the bed made her buttocks twinge, his hands on their raw surface sending an after-shock through her. Before she had time to breathe, his cock was back inside her.

A slower but more powerful track had started up, one with a distinctly strip-joint rhythm to the guitars. The song opened out and a powerful flash of guitar music led the singer, his voice delivering a compelling chant. Her hips moved in time, unable to resist the rhythm.

Tommy gave a low laugh and his hands slapped onto her waist, stinging her as he held on to her swaying body.

The sensation shot through her and she stretched her neck, her chin jutting forward and her eyes closing. Her body had never been so thoroughly wired, her dark side so thrilled.

He pushed her thighs together with his knees, locking her onto him, and he was thrusting so vigorously that she felt each movement riding up through her center, into her throat, where it left a burning sensation. Her core melted, clenched. She was coming, again. Her mouth went dry as her sex filled with bolt after bolt of release, a rolling orgasm hitting her. Her fingers clutched uselessly at the bedcovers, her head hanging down.