She stepped closer, then slowly lowered to her knees in front of him. “I’ve wanted to taste you a thousand times. Would you really deny me this chance, Jonas?”
“Hell no.” He wrapped a fist around his cock and held it out for her. “Come and get it.”
Deanna leaned in and took the swollen head into her mouth. She tasted his sticky fluid and lapped it up. He groaned and wrapped both hands in her hair and guided her. His hands shook and he was rougher than she expected. When she took the first few inches inside her mouth, his cock seemed to thicken even more. He praised her, and she took another inch, then felt him touch the back of her throat. Deanna gagged.
“Easy, kitten,” he crooned as he pushed her head off him to give her a breath, then pulled her forward again. This time Deanna prepared herself for his size by relaxing her throat. She took him deep, and suddenly Jonas was fucking her mouth, his movements alternating between fast and out of control, and slow and gentle. When she reached down and cupped his balls in her palm, Jonas pulled her head off him, then praised her with a kiss.
“Too much of that and you’ll get a mouthful of cream.”
“I wouldn’t mind,” she admitted as she imagined drinking his cum.
“Later,” he said, his voice rough and low. “First I want this pussy. Are you going to give it to me?”
She smiled and stood, then moved back into her position in front of the mirror. Jonas grinned as he rolled the condom on. As he stepped forward, bringing their bodies into contact again, Deanna’s breath caught in her throat. His heavy erection slipped between her buttocks, and Deanna wiggled her hips, hoping to move him along faster. Jonas positioned his cock at her entrance, aligning their bodies but not penetrating. She sighed in contentment and closed her eyes to better savor the moment. All that power and sleek grace snuggled against her. She could die happy now; Deanna was sure of it.
“Give me your hands,” Jonas softly demanded.
Yeah, okay, that had her eyes popping open. “Huh?”
He ran the bulbous head up and down her pussy lips, and Deanna’s mind went blank. He was so close to where she needed him to be and yet so very far away.
“Put your hands behind your back.”
She did and when he took hold of both wrists in one of his large hands, Deanna’s nervous jitters returned. “Uh, Jonas, I think it’s probably fair to warn you that I’ve never done anything all that wild during sex.”
“Let me show you a few things, kitten. Nothing crazy, I swear.”
“What sort of things?”
“Shhh, don’t get all wide-eyed. I would never hurt you.”
Very carefully, as if afraid of her bolting at any second, Jonas squeezed her wrists slightly. “I want you bound, but until then, this will have to do.”
Deanna watched him in the mirror; his eyes were on her throat. She could see how arousing it was for him to have her at his mercy. She tested her hands by tugging a little. Nope, she wasn’t budging. This was all so new to her. “I know you wouldn’t deliberately hurt me,” she hedged.
With his free hand, he stroked her cheek. “Never, kitten. I take care of what’s mine.”
There it was again, possessiveness. “Mine?” she asked as their gazes met in the mirror.
He cupped her chin and ground out, “You have a problem with that, Deanna?”
“I don’t know. I’ll think about it later.” Then passion took over. She widened her stance and pushed her buttocks into his groin in a silent, feminine request. He obliged and slipped inside an inch. He’d only just barely entered her, but it was enough to stretch her beyond what she’d ever experienced. As she stared at him in the mirror, it was like seeing a predator ready to devour his meal yet content to take his time and enjoy the tasty morsel.
He pushed a little more, and Deanna squirmed at the fullness of him. “Jonas.”
“Shhh, it’s going to be okay.”
“I’m not so sure. I don’t think I’m made to handle you.”
His gorgeous blue eyes roamed tenderly over her reflection. “Of course you are. It’ll just be a little slower than I’d anticipated.”
His free hand went to her torso, and he lightly brushed her nipple with the backs of his fingers. She leaned her head back and closed her eyes. “You have beautiful tits,” he praised as his hold on her wrists tightened. When he inched inside her tight channel a little more, Deanna’s inner muscles stretched to accommodate him. Jonas’s fingers moved down her belly to her mound, and he cupped her gently as he slid his cock in a little more. He took her clit between his index finger and thumb and squeezed. She moaned and circled her hips, intent on feeling his warm hands against her slick flesh.
“Oh, hell yeah,” Jonas whispered against the shell of her ear. He pumped at the swollen bit of flesh. “Play, little kitty,” he urged.
Deanna watched him in the mirror as he began to slide his fingers up and down until soon he was massaging her clit in slow circles. So many sensations bombarded her at once, and Deanna didn’t know if she was coming or going. When he slipped his cock all the way out, then pushed inward, nearly balls-deep, she shouted his name.
“Fuck, you’re so damn hot. I’m going to make you come, Deanna. All over my dick.”