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.