He was bound but not with ropes or cuffs. Fear held his hands, arms and even his head back; preventing them from reaching, from touching, grabbing or sucking, from indulging in this moment that he had desired for so long. “Not one move, or I stop,” she threatened with obvious pleasure, as she knelt over him, teasing his naked body with hers, “not a sound”.
If her giving him head on her sofa the night before had been a surprise, this afternoon was a total mystery. e felt a new passion in her today; ever since she had announced to him, mischeiviously aware of the surprise it would cause, that she wanted to take him into her mouth again, moments before slipping her hand through his fly and simultaneously soothing and inflaming his longing for her as he drove back from the gun club.
This wasn’t the adventurous exercises of public sex that had been so thrilling during their months together or the hopeful, lustful but loving coupl ing from the early days of their relationship. There wasn’t the slightest disappointment as he realised he wasn’t going to have the exquisite but rare pleasure of watching this elegant, proud woman that he had observed lustfully for years, expertly tease him with del icious lips before wrapping his rigid cock in her warm, wet mouth. he knew that this was something he had wanted much, much more; this was her acting out of selfish desire.
Later he would still recall the tantalising sensation of her full breast resting against his open mouth and could still feel the delicious frustration of not being able to take her erect nipples between his lips or let his tongue explore the contrasting textures of that sensuous flesh. The scent of her arousal as she lifted her pussy up to his face was still fresh in his mind, along with the effort of not allowing his tongue to react to that invitation and push into the warm muskiness of her vagina as she lowered first her clit and then those enticingly-parted glistening lips against his mouth.
In his mind he could play back the moment of her lowering her wetted cunt onto him inch by inch and riding him relentlessly. A bewilderingly delicious discomfort had grown in his groin as she forced him to look up upon every move of her achingly sensuous body rocking over him. “If you look away again it all stops,” she threatened with mild exuberance, “That’s your last warning.” The overwhelming ecstasy of the moment compelling him to turn away for a moment’s relief, was still fresh in his mind and still as inexplicable.
The experience of finally seeing her take her pleasure surpassed even the eroticism of new, taboo pleasures. Even though she had always described herself as being a selfish lover, this instance of her giving was the first time he had known her to act purely on her own desires. For the first time since their break-up, he added not being her lover to the dreadful realities that he couldn’t bear to acknowledge as being his future.
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