That’s when I feel the difference. It’s right then because I’d normally press his head to my breast or I’d grab on to something.
Now I can’t.
Sometimes the pleasure is so much that holding on to him is what steadies me. Like this I have to take what he’s giving in undiluted waves. And, it’s just like he said the pleasure is amplified.
“Feel good?” he asks.
“Yessss…” I moan.
He dives back into suck hard and takes in as much of my breasts as he can into his mouth. The sight is so hot I feel the greedy tug of an orgasm.
“Holy fuck,” I wail and he sucks even harder.
I cry out and I come without thinking, moaning mindlessly into the release.
He moves away and crouches down so he can slide his fingers into my pussy. Pleasure in abundance immediately rockets through me.
“Naughty girl, you used up your reward already. Good for me though, I get a taste you.”
I can’t answer him. I’m breathing too hard to talk and my skin feels so hot I could strip it off.
Dante grins and starts to slide in and out of my passage. I just manage to catch my breath before he nuzzles his face in between my thighs and starts pushing his clever tongue into my passage so he can lap up the nectar that’s flowed from me.
Between the continuous strokes and getting the raw pleasure in undiluted amounts the shards of desire build once again deep in my core, getting ready to explode.
He sucks hard on my clit and it shatters my senses with such a blast that I scream.
I’m coming again, thrashing against the cuffs and his face. He grabs my ass and holds me still, holding me in the lock of pleasure and I arch my back, rubbing against the cold steel of the cross.
“Dante… I’m… coming!” I moan out loud.
He stops and smiles up at me. “Not until I say baby.”
I give him an incredulous glare. I don’t know how he expects me to deny my release. It feels too good and either I’ll go crazy on the pleasure or the pain of holding it all in.
Fuck. He continues feasting on me and his tongue feels even better than it did just moments ago.
His tongue tantalizes and teases my pussy. Stroking, licking and petting igniting a fire inside me that pulls me into the throes of passion.
I’m held there and a pulse of heat cascades over my body. It keeps me bound as tight as the cuffs and everything else disappears, fading into the ether. I alternate between gasping, then opening and closing my eyes.
I want more but I can’t handle it.
“Dante… please. Let me come. Please…” I beg. “Please let me come…” I cry and he lifts his head and releases me.
“Come for me, Princesa.” He commands in that low sexy, baritone.
On his word I let go and the pleasure that assails me explodes into a wave of consuming heat that takes me over the edge.
Wetness flood between my legs and once again he laps it up drinking me in.
He doesn’t stay as long as he did before. When he stand sup I see why. His cock looks like it’s ready to explode too.
He goes behind me and holds on to my hips. The X is positioned perfectly to give him access to me from the back or front.
He plunges right into my pussy, slamming in so he’s buried to the hilt and starts fucking me hard. There was no inching in this time. He just impaled my body with the thick length of his cock and started to fuck. My pussy spasms against his length and the friction of his relentless pounding.
“I’m going to fuck you like you’ve never been fucked before, Princesa,” he promises and I believe him because there’s no one like him. Nobody else and there never will be.