She looked up at him and nodded as she treated the head of his cock to a hard polishing with her tongue. She could see his chest moving up and down rapidly beneath his T-shirt as he breathed.
“Put your hands behind you on the rock,” Rill directed. “Lean back a little bit. That’s right.” She’d placed her hands behind her on the moss-covered rock. It felt cool beneath her heated flesh. Rill leaned down over her. He lifted his right hiking boot and placed it on the rock. He sunk his cock into her mouth several inches.
Her eyes went wide. He still held her head in his hands. His foot on the rock gave him the leverage he needed to thrust at a slightly downward angle. He must have read her mind.
“Shhhh, I’m not going to let you come to harm, Katie. Just push back with your head if you want me to stop,” he said, his gravelly voice resounding from above her. She couldn’t meet his gaze in this strange new position. She nodded once in agreement, knowing he’d feel it since he held her head in his hands and his cock was lodged in her mouth. It was intimidating. He was partially crouched over her, his leg bracing him off the rock, his hands holding her head up to his cock. Her hands braced the weight of her upper body.
She was completely at his mercy.
“It’s okay,” he whispered gruffly. “I’ve got you. Just try and relax. Ahhh, Jaysus,” he mumbled after he began to plunge his cock in and out of her mouth. The leg he used to brace himself flexed as he made free with her. The whole experience felt more intense at the downward angle, more imperative.
“Let me in, Katie,” he rasped after a moment.
She breathed through her nose. His cock squeezed into her throat. Tears leaked out of her eyelids, but she experienced pure triumph when her lips touched the fabric of his boxers. A shout ripped out of his lungs. She groaned helplessly at the sensation of his cock swelling. She resisted a wild urge to pull back. His cock began to spasm. He roared and she knew he was coming. Her entire world became the sensation of his hot, teeming cock in her mouth . . . down her throat.
He unblocked her throat after a moment, shooting more semen on her tongue, gasping and cursing. Katie sucked his cock while he continued to climax, eagerly lapping up his emissions.
At first, she thought he’d ejaculated less than he had before until she realized he’d shot the majority into her throat. It reminded her of doing a beer bong once in college . . . no need to swallow. The idea both amused and aroused her for some reason. She pushed up with her hands, his cock still in her mouth and irregular spills of semen still pooling on her tongue. When she leaned forward slightly, he dropped his foot from the rock and straightened, letting Katie straighten as well.
She transferred her hands to his hips. She moved her mouth up and down the shaft of his penis, loving the sound of his ragged breathing above her, reveling in the sensation of his softening flesh. Now she took him much easier. Her throat had been desensitized by his demanding possession, and he wasn’t quite as iron hard. She gobbled him up, sliding him into her throat with relative ease, treasuring the little ripples of pleasure she felt in his flesh.
After a moment of this, he called her name in warning at the same moment she felt him swelling again in her mouth.
“Katie, if you keep it up, we’re going to do this again.”
But they already were doing it again, and she thought Rill knew that. S
he continued without pause. Her mouth hurt, and her throat felt raw, but she was a woman possessed. She slid him out of her mouth until her lips surrounded the thick rim at the base of the head. She sucked while moving her head back. He popped out of her mouth like a pressurized cork. The heavy member bounced.
“Now you’ve done it,” he growled from above her. He fisted his cock and brought it back to her mouth. She glanced up and flashed him a quick, mischievous smile. “I ought to turn you over my knee again,” he said, grinning. “But instead, you’re going to finish what you started. It felt so damn good, I can’t help myself. I want to feel it again.”
He pushed his cock between her lips, stretching them.
This time was different, but no less arousing to Katie. He let her suck at him while he watched from above. Every once in a while, he’d talk to her softly.
You have the hottest little mouth.
How come your tongue knows that sweet spot so well?
Aw, God, you’re a greedy little thing, aren’t you? Greedy and so damn beautiful . . .
Yeah, yeah, right there . . . Katie, Jaysus, that’s fucking fantastic.
The gentle wind blew in the trees, and the birds spoke to one another, and Katie listened to Rill’s passionate anthem above her. His pleasure was her gift to him. She celebrated her ability to give it. Once again, she lost herself in the moment. She used her hand as well as her mouth, and soon he was as stiff, swollen and delicious as he had been before.
“No . . . no . . . you don’t have to again, Katie; it’s too much,” he grated out when she sucked him hard, tempting him. When she nodded her head once again, and took him deeper, he groaned. She could almost feel the sharpness of his pleasure like a knife scraping gently against an itch that had plagued for days.
This time when he began to climax, she controlled her instinct. She kept him deep. She never swallowed, but she felt him pouring his warm, fragrant essence into her body. It enlivened her, somehow, nourished her; not just his shooting seed, but the knowledge that she could give herself to something so wholly . . . so unselfishly.
That’d been why she’d sucked him off not once, but twice. It’d been an enlightenment, of sorts.
After she’d squeezed out every drop of come he had to give her with that hot little mouth, she released him slowly. The sensation caused one last shiver of pleasure to course through him. Rill blinked dazedly when he felt her press her forehead against his hip and nuzzle him with her nose. His hand opened, releasing her ponytail. He palmed her head and stroked her scalp with his fingertips. She pressed her mouth beneath the bottom of his T-shirt and kissed the skin above his hip bone. A feeling of tenderness swept through him, the strength of it surprising him. Katie was a natural hedonist when it came to sex, but she was also a born snuggler. It amazed him to realize he not only planned to ravish every square inch of her, but he also wanted to feel her supple body pressed against his in lazy moments, to absorb her warmth . . . to hear her laughter.
Guilt swept through him when he recalled how ruthlessly he’d just treated her. Sure, it’d been a fantasy come true, but it was the type of fantasy Rill kept tightly sealed within him. When he’d been younger, he may have more openly demonstrated his dominant nature with experienced women. For Rill, however, those wild nights in bed with females whose names he’d long ago forgotten were on the same par as the nights of wild partying during his younger years. He’d considered them a thing of his past, youthful peccadilloes, something he’d grown out of when he’d married and taken on the responsibilities of adulthood.
Rill knew he wasn’t like most men, who fantasized about having a constant parade of beautiful, willing women in his bed. He hadn’t wanted that, even though it had been available to him in spades when he’d become a successful film director. If anything, when he’d started taking his career seriously, he’d wanted the opposite of a buffet of easy sex. He’d craved stability. He wanted a smart woman he could respect; a partner with whom he could build a stable, fulfilling life.
Maybe that was just the way of human beings, to always want what they’d never had.