formula for the human emotions?"
She stared at me and finally turned, presenting her backside.
" Oh God, baby, let me worship your ass. Choose Ass worship, I beg you. Or Face Sitting. I'll pay you." I pulled on the restraints in agitation. "Face Sitting is worth a lot. We need the points. It's just pleasure, love, and I'm tied up. You've masturbated before I'm sure? You can close your eyes and pretend that's all you're doing."
She paced and shook both her hands. "Okay. Okay, okay. I'll do it. But I have to bathe."
" Fuuuuuuck," I groaned.
" I'm not letting you do that unless I bathe. Ew."
" Can you fucking hurry?"
" Fine, fine."
I watched her go into the bathroom and closed my eyes, sheer joy racing through me. An eternal fucking hour later the shower shut off.
"Close your eyes. Please."
The timid way she demanded set me on fucking fire. What was it with her and that yin-yang behavior? Why did I like it so much?
"You must be a prune."
I felt her hand pressing on the small bed. "I'm climbing on you."
I was speechless as I waited. I suddenly wondered if I could have an orgasm this way. It 'd be a first. Might even qualify for one of the bonus awards for most creative. Too bad they didn't have bonus points for most comical. We'd have that shit in the bag.
" Oh God, don't look," she whispered.
" Yes, Tara." It was a reminder to her that she was in control. It was also a reminder that this was a role we'd be switching.
" I'm. Ready."
Was she waiting for me to open my mouth? Stick out my tongue? I just never knew with her. Then I smelled her. Dear God. I leaned up instinctively and encountered smooth skin. "Oh Jesus, you shaved."
She squealed and moved out of reach. I laid my head down, somehow managing to keep my eyes closed. "I'm not chasing you. Plant your beautiful pussy on my mouth before I fucking scream."
" Okay, okay." The scared whisper throbbed right in my dick.
" Tara, your safe love. I promise I wouldn't ever hurt you. Tell me you believe that."
She answered by putting those sweet soft secrets right on my mouth. She kept enough distance that allowed me to make out with the full folds in a tender reverence.
I groaned on her. "Yes, just like that." I tilted my head, feeling her at different angles, then licked and sucked each petal between my lips. I slipped my tongue between the folds and slid it softly up. The ache in my cock drew a painful groan from me. I teased around her clit with the tip of my tongue and she soon began to sing those delicate worried moans. My hunger went to new dimensions with the sounds she made and I rode that current with her, kept her gripped with it.
I finally got her to the threshold where she could let go of her fears and embrace the desire. "Lucian, yes."
I could only gasp right on her, wishing she 'd take over. "Make yourself feel good."
She gave the sweetest whimper and grabbed hold of my hair. Dear God. That. I moaned in sincere gratitude as she began moving herself on my mouth. Her hips rocked slowly at first then her fingers raked my scalp in tune to her delicate little pumps. And God, those precious whimpers and mewls were breaking me down.
Her moans picked up in speed and pitch, now. Her fingers no longer scraped, they pulled my hair, and holy fuck, she twirled and bucked herself on my mouth.
"Oh God! Lucian. Lucian."
I growled and sucked her clit into my mouth while she came apart on me, shudders racking her sweet body as her legs clamped my head.
I listened to her spiraling down from ecstasy, the angelic sound touching forbidden places inside me. I wasn't a religious man, but fuck, I was pretty sure I'd just heard the voice of God.
****
I took my time in the shower, letting the hot water pound some of the tension from my muscles. As a coping mechanism, it was fairly effective and quite harmless compared to many. And if I ever needed a way to decrease some of the shit going through my head, now was the time.
Just after Tara came apart on my mouth, a
She stared at me and finally turned, presenting her backside.
" Oh God, baby, let me worship your ass. Choose Ass worship, I beg you. Or Face Sitting. I'll pay you." I pulled on the restraints in agitation. "Face Sitting is worth a lot. We need the points. It's just pleasure, love, and I'm tied up. You've masturbated before I'm sure? You can close your eyes and pretend that's all you're doing."
She paced and shook both her hands. "Okay. Okay, okay. I'll do it. But I have to bathe."
" Fuuuuuuck," I groaned.
" I'm not letting you do that unless I bathe. Ew."
" Can you fucking hurry?"
" Fine, fine."
I watched her go into the bathroom and closed my eyes, sheer joy racing through me. An eternal fucking hour later the shower shut off.
"Close your eyes. Please."
The timid way she demanded set me on fucking fire. What was it with her and that yin-yang behavior? Why did I like it so much?
"You must be a prune."
I felt her hand pressing on the small bed. "I'm climbing on you."
I was speechless as I waited. I suddenly wondered if I could have an orgasm this way. It 'd be a first. Might even qualify for one of the bonus awards for most creative. Too bad they didn't have bonus points for most comical. We'd have that shit in the bag.
" Oh God, don't look," she whispered.
" Yes, Tara." It was a reminder to her that she was in control. It was also a reminder that this was a role we'd be switching.
" I'm. Ready."
Was she waiting for me to open my mouth? Stick out my tongue? I just never knew with her. Then I smelled her. Dear God. I leaned up instinctively and encountered smooth skin. "Oh Jesus, you shaved."
She squealed and moved out of reach. I laid my head down, somehow managing to keep my eyes closed. "I'm not chasing you. Plant your beautiful pussy on my mouth before I fucking scream."
" Okay, okay." The scared whisper throbbed right in my dick.
" Tara, your safe love. I promise I wouldn't ever hurt you. Tell me you believe that."
She answered by putting those sweet soft secrets right on my mouth. She kept enough distance that allowed me to make out with the full folds in a tender reverence.
I groaned on her. "Yes, just like that." I tilted my head, feeling her at different angles, then licked and sucked each petal between my lips. I slipped my tongue between the folds and slid it softly up. The ache in my cock drew a painful groan from me. I teased around her clit with the tip of my tongue and she soon began to sing those delicate worried moans. My hunger went to new dimensions with the sounds she made and I rode that current with her, kept her gripped with it.
I finally got her to the threshold where she could let go of her fears and embrace the desire. "Lucian, yes."
I could only gasp right on her, wishing she 'd take over. "Make yourself feel good."
She gave the sweetest whimper and grabbed hold of my hair. Dear God. That. I moaned in sincere gratitude as she began moving herself on my mouth. Her hips rocked slowly at first then her fingers raked my scalp in tune to her delicate little pumps. And God, those precious whimpers and mewls were breaking me down.
Her moans picked up in speed and pitch, now. Her fingers no longer scraped, they pulled my hair, and holy fuck, she twirled and bucked herself on my mouth.
"Oh God! Lucian. Lucian."
I growled and sucked her clit into my mouth while she came apart on me, shudders racking her sweet body as her legs clamped my head.
I listened to her spiraling down from ecstasy, the angelic sound touching forbidden places inside me. I wasn't a religious man, but fuck, I was pretty sure I'd just heard the voice of God.
****
I took my time in the shower, letting the hot water pound some of the tension from my muscles. As a coping mechanism, it was fairly effective and quite harmless compared to many. And if I ever needed a way to decrease some of the shit going through my head, now was the time.
Just after Tara came apart on my mouth, a
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