The Sweetest Agony

Content, I stand in the humid cubicle of the shower; the water is off, there is a slight drip…drip…drip… as the flow of water ceases to the showerhead. In this moment, my chin is tilted up, my shoulders are back, chest rising and falling from my deep, steady breaths. Water drips from my shoulders, trailing down my long, shower-wet nearly black hair to the curve of my ass. My eyes close and the current is lost to me…

In a heartbeat, I can recall my muffled cries. They reverberated off the bedroom walls. He stands behind me, his muscular arm curved around my full hips. He holds a vibrator over whereabouts my clit is underneath these infernal leggings.

*”Keep the leggings on, are you mad?!” I’d asked when he told me to undress, but leave them on.

His stare, those intense gray-green eyes, while not unkind, were unsettling in the present moment. I did not say anything else…*

Rope bit into the delicate flesh of my wrists; the artisan knots keeping my wrists held behind my back. My shoulders were forced back, my breasts forced forward. If he’d wanted to, he could have rolled a piercing between his thumb and forefinger. But, he chose not to.

“Are you beautiful, Pet?” His lips were against my ear, his breath was hot. It both flecked my flesh with gooseflesh and kept my already warm ears stinging.

My lips, the color of a red delicious, were forced apart by a ball gag; saliva had begun to pool on my bottom lip, dribbling down my chin. My long chestnut brown hair was disheveled, my curls having been pulled loose by how he’d used his hand in my hair to pull me in front of the mirror for this particular lesson. I caught his gaze in the mirror and nodded vigorously.

Despite my answer – had I answered incorrectly? He pulled the toy from my aching cunt. This drew emphatic, muffled and broken pleas from me. He’d been holding me so close to the edge for so long, I needed it. He replaced the toy with his fingers, rubbing me through the sticky, wet fabric at the apex between my thighs. With his other hand, he caught my hair in his hand and forced my head back, his lips not leaving my ear.

“Is this what you want? Me tearing a hole in these leggings to fuck you here and now?”

The thought left me weak-knee’d. My toes were curled into the plush bedroom rug but before I could give him an answer, he forced me to my knees in front of him. I kept my gaze cast down, but he wasn’t having any of that. He forced my chin up, our gazes locking while he sucked my honey from his fingers long and slow.

I nuzzled my cheek against his cock, holding his gaze and batting my eyelashes at him. My leggings were drenched with my honey from his ministrations, but I didn’t care. I needed his touch more than anything else in that moment.

He knelt behind me, nudging my legs astride as he did. He licked through my leggings, then tore a hole and plumbed my slit with his tongue. I could not do anything except moan and try to remain steady while he hooked his fingers into my cunt. My wetness coated his fingers and my flesh sang for him in ways nobody else had gotten my body to do so. He put the vibrator to my clit in conjunction with his fingers and my concentration was fading quickly. The need to cum was overwhelming. I wiggled and writhed under his touches, moaning around the gag. He unhooked the gag, it falling to the floor next to me.

“Do you want to cum babygirl?”

“Y-Yes!” My voice cracked as I whimpered, “Please, Sir!”

“You don’t seem to really want it.” His breath was warm against my flesh; he withdrew his fingers and pulled the toy away.

“Please! PLEASE! I’ll do anything.”

“Anything?”

“Anything!” I sqeaked, “please! I want – no! I need to cum!”

“Tell me,” he breathed, “what was the best or worst way you’ve fantasized about me fucking you that’s made you cum?”

My cheeks flushed, the words getting caught in my throat. When I didn’t respond quick enough, his hand struck my ass making me yelp and cry out. “You owned me in the way that made you happiest!”

“Is that so?” The toy lay forgotten, he moved, grinding his cock against my ass and reached around to pinch my nipple, rolling it between his finger, “what makes me happiest, Pet?”

My head hung, my hair falling around my face, “You.. you’re fucking me, face down on the bed… your hand in my hair…”

I couldn’t continue, he hauled me to my feet and pushed me towards the bed. I stumbled, but he caught me by the arm and pulled me to him, steadying me. When my shins touched the side of the bed, he grabbed a pillow, pushing me over it. The pillow under my hips arched my back and he tapped his cock against my ass, leaving a trail of precum in his wake.

“Use me,” I groaned, my cheek against the tartan checkered duvet. The room was thick with my arousal, the fresh smell of the duvet a stark juxtaposition. “Please.”

Slowly, he trailed his hands along my body, his fingers forming constellations with the freckles on my back. When he reached my ass, he parted my cheeks and pushed his cock into my pussy, groaning as he did. Our needs collided, the perfect storm. He untied my wrists and pushed my hand between my thighs. I circled my clit greedily, deepening the arch in my back, sticking my ass out further for him. He knotted my hair around his hand and leaned down, his lips hot against my ear, “good girl.”

We found a legato rhythm, moving more quickly as our pleasure mounted. My moans, normally quiet, reserved, demure even, reached a sharp crescendo. I could not hold back my pleasure from him. He knew my body, knew me. I leaned into the tempest, embracing the pleasure, giving in to how he taught my flesh how to sing. I was so close to the edge when he stopped and wordlessly stood me straight, only to push me back on the bed.

Our eyes met, gray green eyes fucking meadow green eyes, “do you want to cum?”

“More than anything,” I sighed a moan, my hand finding his hip, “cum with me, please!”

His intense gaze held mine; I was too preoccupied by his stare that when he coaxed an orgasm from me, it took me entirely by surprise. He dropped his head, his lips by my ear while we continued to fuck, “good girl, cum on my cock.”

I couldn’t think straight. My mind was thick, foggy with pleasure, and everything in me was reacting to him on instinct. There was no thinking. There was just the now: ripples of pleasure, like when you skip a stone across an otherwise still body of water… It leaves traces….

Every thrust, how he pushed the hair back from my forehead, his words low, talking me through each rippling orgasm. With each orgasm he teased from me, the closer he got to his. Our pleasure was wrapped tight in the other’s, but as his pleasure grew, my orgasms became too much, too heavy. He was so close, his pleasure was palpable: I could feel his cock, throbbing, thick, twitching. He needed me to push him over the edge. He pushed my hand back between my thighs, between us, “circle your clit for me, babygirl.”

“Noo,” I moaned, the thought of another orgasm in the moment no longer decadent, sublime. I felt like a girl who had been given a feast of sweets. It was too rich. “I can’t, it’s too much!”

He moved slightly, his forehead touching mine. “For me, Love,” he gaze was disarming, alluring, seductive, all at once. I couldn’t disappoint him, not when he’d unraveled my knots and taught my body things I never dreamed of.

My soft, sweet, sensitive bud was tender and aching when my fingers circled it. I cried out from the intensity of my touch, but kept circling my clit. It did not take long for my orgasm to take me, and this time, it took him too. He bit at my collarbone, my hand going to his hair as my hips twitched under him, greeting his thrusts with my own. My pussy walls gripped his cock and he groaned against my neck as he released rope after rope of his seed in me.

I stopped circling my clit, spent. My thighs shook, my breathing was ragged. I drew my fingers down his back with one hand and through his hair with the other. We did not move for a while, a tangle of limbs, slick with sweat. He fingered a couple strands of my hair, and we gently talked about the mundanity of things.

With a groan, he rolled off of me and lay on his back, eyes closed. I moved so I was beside him, my fingers trailing over his side, trailing kisses along his chest.

I smiled softly, laying a trail of kisses in my wake, “I’m going to go shower, join me if you’d like.”

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