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Chapter 10
A New Start
The deep ache still nestled between her thighs draws her out of her deep slumber. She moans softly in her semi awakened state against his chest. Visions of the night before dance in her head, stirring up her yearning and causing her to squirm.
She imagines the rugged face of her master, shadowed with hair growth, looking down upon her. He looks as he had on the first night, his steely eyes piercing into her. She squirms with delight as he calls down to her. “Good girl.”
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He is stirred from his sleep by her soft noises and movement. He looks down at her as his vision clears. His heartbeat quickens as he is greeted by the sight of her, squirming in her sleep. Another soft moan escapes her; happy, pleading. He is plenty content just to lie there and watch her, imagining the dream playing in her mind’s eye.
However, her dream has her moving. She lets out another soft cry as her hand begins to slowly trail down his stomach, brushing against his rapidly growing member. He can’t help but moan at the touch, as his pleasure had been put on hold for over a week now. His head falls back against the pillow, and he sucks in a breath before turning his face to look at her once more.
He is met by her eyes. Sleepy but yearning. Her large dilated pupils shrink quickly in the morning sun. It takes her a moment to realize the source of his noisemaking, and her hand twitches against him. He can see the wheels turning behind her eyes, and he watches her curiously. He lets out a surprised breath as she makes up her mind, and he feels her curl her fingers around him.
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She is roused the rest of the way from her dream by his moan. She looks up at him, his head against the wall. As he slowly turns his head down to look at her, she feels a fluttering in her chest. The aching between her legs. Her fingers twitch against something hard. She thinks about where her hand could be and realization hits her like a ton of bricks. Maybe she could please him now? ‘Would he let me? Should I try?’
She holds his gaze as he looks at her, wondering what he would prefer. He is looking at her like he was waiting for her to answer a question. Waiting for her to make up her mind. Her heart skips a beat and she does so, taking him into her hand. She is rewarded by the sound of his hot breath pouring out over. She has made the right choice.
She racks her brain about what to do next, thinking back to the other movements that had given him pleasure. Up and down, up and down. Her encircled fingers make their movements under the blanket and she watches for his reaction, hoping for praise.
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“Oh, yes. Good girl.” he breathes out, his heart threatening to pop out of his chest. He didn’t tell her to do this. He didn’t even have to show her how. She wanted to please him so much, she made up her own mind and figured it out.
Gods, how could this girl keep getting better? This morning, he was just going to have to let her please him.
He leans down to kiss her face, and pulls the comforter down to expose their naked bodies, tossing it towards the foot of the bed. He lies back with his hands behind his head and looks at his doe eyed girl. “Your turn.”
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She smiles so big her cheeks hurt as she hears his words. She looks down at his swollen flesh in her hand, and then back at him. He prods her on with a nod.
Her hair falls down against her face as she leans over him to take his flesh in her mouth, her hand still gripping him at the base. As she presses him in towards her throat she hears him call down to her. “Look at me while you pleasure me, Baby.”
Eyes immediately dart up to lock together, unwavering, as she works her mouth over his hardened cock.
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He can’t help his heart racing as she looks up at him with those big brown eyes. He can’t help but tell her what a good girl she is when she tightens her throat over him. He can’t help but want her. He can still smell her sex, so strong, still so wet from last night.
He beckons her up, until she is straddling him. A hard salute standing straight up towards her warm wet invitation. He keeps his arms crossed behind his head. He wants her to do the work, set the pace. He hopes she will let herself go.
“Do your best to please me. Follow your instincts. Be my good girl.” He voices his only instructions to her, and then watches. His cock twitches under her in anticipation. He adds one more thing in the silence. “And don’t take your eyes off me.”
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She takes a deep breath as she finally finds herself sitting over the top of him. She moves her knees slightly on the bed and can already feel him pressing against her opening. Pressure. She blinks, but holds his gaze as she slowly lowers herself onto him.
Her wetness seems to want to welcome him with ease, but her tight walls give her hesitation. She sucks in a sharp breath as part way down a flash of pain gives her halt. A small pained noise escapes her, but she powers on, lifting herself back up and trying again. And again, and again until this time – she pushes past it.
This same pace and motion is used until she finds herself sitting flat against his lap, his head pressing insistently against her deepest parts. She rocks on her toes, setting a rhythm here. He had seemed to enjoy it most when he was deepest inside, even though it filled her almost to the point of breaking.
Small noises start to come from her as rhythmic movements eventually turn the pressure and pain into pressure and pleasure. She picks up her pace, looking down into his smiling face. His breath seems to pick up as hers does, their soft moans syncopating with each other.
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‘Gods, she is still so tight.So tight and wet.’ He watches those brown eyes as they watch him, never moving, only blinking. He can see little hints of pain on her face in the beginning. She seems to be having trouble going deep. He is tempted to stop her, stop this. Never enter her again.
‘No. She wants this. So badly she is pleading for it with her eyes while it is happening. Good girl. Such a good baby.’ He encourages her with no more than soft pleasurable moans, as he watches her face intently. Finally, finally the small looks of pain disappear completely from her eyes. Her noises, her soft noises of pleasure. ‘Yes.’
He gives her a smile. It only serves to spur her on, her pace quickening atop him. The increased pace causes a nice jiggle to her breasts. The full supple globes bounce against her small ribcage. He can’t help himself, he has to touch.
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A tremble of excitement shoots through her as she watches his hand raise towards her, cupping her breast in his palm. She breathes out a high pitched sound as his thumb runs across it, flicking over her nipple. Back and forth. Back and forth. As he repeats his movements she feels her body arch toward his hand. The new position on her hips grinds her sensitive mound against her master.
‘Oh.’ This was unexpected. ‘Good. So good.’ She can’t seem to help herself as she rapidly grinds against him. Faster and faster as her pulse and breathing follow suit. ‘He told me to follow my instincts. And this. Feels. Good.’ She thinks to herself, a low cry working its way up through her.
She widens her eyes as she watches him, unable to control herself to pace her movements. Her body is doing as it pleases now, and her breakneck speed doesn’t seem to want to settle into a rhythm. And she is watching him, watching her.
She can hear the high pitched panting cries coming from her mouth, she feels the pressure of him inside her, pushing hard against her as she grinds back against him. But the pleasure. Oh; it is almost to much. She can only concentrate fully on one thing. ‘Don’t take your eyes off me’ She hears him say, over and over in her head, replaying like a chant, a mantra. ‘Don’t look way. Must look into his eyes. His eyes, watching me.’
Her body trembles and shakes as she reaches her climax, the pleasure finally overtaking her. It crashes over the top of her like waves on the sea, unrelenting, threatening to drown her. Her eyes are still looking at him, but they are clouded with pleasure, unfocused. She thinks she hears him moan loudly, and soft words spoken as she falls to his chest. She can’t make out anything over the sound of her own breathing and her heart pumping in her ears.
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His hands go to the soft golden hair sprawled across his chest. ‘She did it. All by herself. She let herself go.’ Her excitement and reckless abandon grinding against him was more than he could handle. His hot seed had spilled inside her the moment her walls began to squeeze him. He pants, thinking back to how nice that felt, as if she was purposefully milking him.
He closes his eyes as he pictures hers again. Staring down at him through the pain, the determination, the pleasure, the wild abandon. She hadn’t taken her eyes off him even through her orgasm, although he wasn’t entirely sure she had been seeing him them. That look though. Pure bliss. Like she was on cloud nine for the first time.
He wonders if that was the look that danced on her face the other times he had pushed her over the edge. He leans down to place a kiss on her head. ‘I hope she is still in cloud nine now.’
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