Seven
“I’m not going to tie you up,” Alan said from where he stood over me at the foot of the bed, my body spread before him. His hands were on his hips, legs spread so that his cock pointed at me. Pointed at my wet entrance that was spread for him. “But if you fight me, I will.”
I nodded, suddenly struggling to breathe again. The warm fear was still racing through me, although this time it was joined by a throbbing in between my legs that I had never felt before. As if my pussy lips were as eager to swallow him as my mouth.
I bit down on my lip and shifted, trying to dispel the buzz that was tightening in my spine.
“Hmmm,” Alan said, folding his arms over his chest as he watched me writhe. “Maybe I’ll need to tie you up for what I want to do with you.”
“You promised you would be gentle,” I whispered as Alan’s knees compressed into the foot of the bed, the mattress shifting as he began to crawl toward me.
“No. I said as much as I can, I will,” he said sweetly, his lips curling into a smile that revealed a line of perfectly straight, white teeth. “But once my cock is burrowed inside of that tight...” he paused, his head darting down from where he was crawling toward me to kiss the inside of my thighs. “wet...” Another kiss. “perfect cunt of yours.” Another kiss, this one closer to the throbbing need between my thighs, his tongue darting out from behind his lips as he licked me, licked a line toward me, those forked pieces as nimble as his cock as he moved them over my skin. I instinctively opened my legs more and he chuckled, kissing closer. So close that I could feel the rough scruff of his cheek against the highest part of my thigh.
“I can’t promise anything,” he whispered, his breath hot and foreign against the wet of my opening, his words spoken against the untouched flesh.
“Alan,” I breathed his name, bucking as his breath turned all of that energy into tight coils of electricity.
I felt like I was going to explode.
Explode in the best possible way.
“I think I’ll start here” he whispered. The heated desire ravaging my core as his mouth moved over my pussy, his lips capturing mine as his tongue flicked at that same secret button as before, his tongue splitting to encapsulate it from both sides.
I nearly screamed, the electric coils inside of me sparking as my back arched. I tried to shift away from him. He gripped my hips, the hard points of his fingers digging into my skin as his tongue flicked at the tiny bit of flesh with more vigor.
This is it, I was going to explode!
All of that building energy. The pleasure that was overtaking me only had one way to go - out. Judging by the way that burning was flushing through me, it was going to escape through my center. Before it could, however, I pushed it away, gasping and heaving as I tried to regain control of.. of… whatever was happening to me.
“Stop!” I nearly screamed, still trying to scoot away from him. “What are you doing?”
He kept going, chuckling as his tongue dipped into the swollen lips of my opening before darting right back to that tiny button. Flicking, licking, nibbling with the soft touch of teeth that sent me screaming, back arching as I clutched his head, pushing him into me instead of away as I planned.
I was terrified. I had no idea what was happening to me, or why. But I didn’t want it to end. I wanted him to go deeper.
Instead of complying to the gripping tangles of my fingers, he pulled away. His mouth wet with my juices as he rested his head against my thigh, smiling at me.
“Like that, did you?” he chuckled, licking myself off of his lips.
“What-- What was that?” I could barely speak, oxygen didn’t seem to be working correctly.
“That was my tongue on your clit,” he whispered, his fingers trailing on the white flesh above this clit he spoke of and I jerked, trying to push myself toward him again.
“A clit?” I asked, well, more like moaned.
“Yes, Elney, the button that makes you come.” He flicked that clit and sent a live wire through my spine, my head lifting off the pillow as I gasped a scream. Alan chuckled, that dark sound doing some weird things to my nether region.
“My, my, you are going to be fun.” He was making his journey toward me again, crawling over me and ignoring the thrusts of my hips as I tried to coax his mouth back to my pussy.
All of that was forgotten as he crawled closer. The long length of his sex between us like a post.
His hands pressed into the mattress on either side of my head as he stopped moving above me, the head of his uncoiling to tap between my legs, my sex open to him as those dark heads of his cock brushed against my clit, against my opening. He didn’t even shift, they moved all on their own. He had that much control. I shivered. He smiled, lifting a hand to my cheek, his touch soft as it dragged down my jaw to lift my chin. His eyes never leaving mine.
It was then, for the first time, that someone pressed their lips to mine. He tasted like bitter salt, his slick lips lined with my juices as he parted my lips and captured my tongue with his. His hips lowered over me as he kissed me, the head of his shaft rubbing against my clit and then down the hungry crease.
I could feel the two pieces of him, coiled together and pressing against my opening, just lying there. Throbbing.
“This will hurt, nothing I can do about that,” he warned as he broke the kiss, his hand moving along my face again. “Your pussy is tight enough that when I part you, you will feel it. You will feel your insides spread as my cock fucks you. As I pound you.”