Ecstasy

His heart flip-flopped in his chest and swelled with something he couldn’t quite name. He replaced his hand with his lips as he kissed her softly on her thigh, right above the now-dry vanilla wax. Reaching for another candle, he blew out the flame and slowly dripped a trail of hot wax up the inside of her left thigh, enjoying the sound of her moaning as the wax came closer still to her wet, hot pu**y, enjoying watching her try, futilely, to move her sopping mound closer to his hand.

Again he followed the line of quickly drying wax with his tongue and his teeth as he nipped at her skin.

“Charlie, Charlie, Charlie,” she whimpered with every touch of his lips to her skin, and Charlie wondered what the hell he was doing still fully clothed while a sex goddess was tied to his bed.

He reached for another candle and told himself to chill out. There would be time enough for him to pump into her wet, tight hole, but not before he gave her more of what she so desperately needed.

So he dripped wax along her stomach, and kissed his way along her rib cage, until his face was so close to her br**sts he couldn’t hold off any longer.

When he gently touched the tip of his tongue to one of her ni**les, she nearly broke the silk binds off of her wrists.

“More!” she urged him. “Please!” she begged him.

Obeying her wishes, he took her nipple into his mouth and sucked her areola in as well. He wanted to be gentle, but he was too far gone himself to hold anything back. In the back of his mind he hoped he didn’t bruise her, but he knew she wouldn’t care even if he did, because she was moaning, “Yes! Just like that! Yes!”

As if he had a timer in his head, Charlie knew her fourth orgasm was long past due. And if he played his cards right, he thought he could move her from four to five in rapid succession.

Laving his tongue back and forth over the hard nub of her nipple, he moved his index finger into the cleft of her pu**y and just as he touched her incredibly swollen clit he bit down slightly on her left nipple.

She screamed again and Charlie sucked as hard as he could on her breast while ramming his finger in and out of her feverishly.

Thinking of all the heat pooling in her juicy cunt gave Charlie an idea. He took the long, slim pillar candle and slid it into her, just a little at a time. By the sound of her moans, he knew she was still coming, and easily turned on enough for whatever he wanted to slip between her legs

In the midst of her orgasm, Charlie removed his lips from her breast and joined the candle with his tongue on her clit. Even as she was resurfacing from her explosion, he felt her twitching again beneath his tongue. He could feel the candle jerk as her inner muscles clenched.

Charlie untied the silk bindings around her arms and legs. Leaving the blindfold on, he picked her up in his arms. Her body was completely limp from her five intense detonations and slick with a faint sheen of sweat.

Gently, he carried her over to the chenille rug in front of the fire.

She wrapped her slim arms around his neck and as she sank into the deep rug, softly pressed her lips to his.

Charlie was unprepared for their first kiss, and even the merest touch of her lips on his was more than he could handle. Roughly he pulled the silk fabric away from her eyes and stood up, pulling off his jeans and shirt as he did so.

In a few seconds he was completely naked and kneeling on the rug between Candace’s legs. He paused briefly, knowing it was longer than he could stand to wait, but he’d kill himself later if he didn’t have this image of Candace burned into his brain forever.

He memorized every gleaming, creamy, perfect inch of her incredible body, her luscious br**sts. He pushed her legs open wide, bent her knees so that she could take him into her and reached for one of the condoms he had placed at random in the room, just in case he should get as incredibly lucky as he was right now.

Her eyes followed his movement, and she shook her head.

“No. I want you like this.” She reached out tentatively to touch him with the tips of her fingers. “I want to feel you inside of me. Skin to skin.”

Charlie wanted it too, more than anything in the whole world, but he was torn.

“I haven’t been with anyone in over a year. So you don’t have to worry about me.”

He shook his head and grinned ruefully, “Me either.”

“Thank god!” she exclaimed, laughing as she reached for him. As their lips touched, her laughter died in her throat.

“Take me, Charlie. I need to feel you inside me.”

Her words were punctuated by a firm squeeze of her fist on his throbbing shaft. For a moment, he was afraid he was going to spurt all over the creamy skin of her belly.

Charlie reared up, kneeling between her legs. He wanted to watch as his c**k slid into her pu**y, just like the candle, but this time it would be his own throbbing flesh and blood pumping into her.

He angled the tip of his c**k into her soaked labia and probed her entry with the very top of his head. The head of his c**k was slick with his sperm, slick with his intense desire to blow inside her womb.

If she was going to come again, he wanted her to do it before he got inside her, lest the convulsing of her muscles send him to his own end too fast.

Reaching his hands up to her br**sts, he rolled her ni**les between his fingers, cupping her br**sts. His c**k was his weapon of delight on her pu**y, her clit, and within moments her eyes drifted shut and her neck arched. Her hands held fast onto his ass as she came against him.

Taking a deep breath, he slid into her an inch. She was so tight, which he already knew from how snugly she held onto his fingers when he pushed them inside of her, he wondered how he was going to make it one more inch, let alone the next eight.

He grasped for control, not wanting to blow his wad before he had sheathed his entire shaft inside her. More than he had ever wanted anything his whole life, he wanted to feel Candace’s slick heat wrap around his cock, her tight muscles milking him dry.

Gritting his teeth, he moved hands underneath her hips to cup her butt cheeks in his hands, and he slid in another couple of inches. She began to buck into him while using her own strength to pull his c**k into her.

“Charlie, you feel so good,” she moaned.

Charlie began to say, “Candy, you’ve got to let me move slow here. Or else...” but let his words drift off as she smiled a wicked little smile.

She lay back against the rug, rubbing her hands up and down his thighs. “I wouldn’t want to disobey the teacher,” she said, her voice a husky whisper of need. “You might have to bend me over your knee so that you can spank me,” she added, her voice thick with desire.