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next to him and position myself so I’m straddling his head and admiring his slowly hardening cock at the same time. There’s no preamble. I sit on his face like it’s my own personal saddle. “Make me come.” His nose fits quite nicely in the entrance of my cunt and his tongue rubs over my clit.
    I have no compunction about grinding on his face. Over the years, he’s spent more than his fair share of time giving me oral, and I’ve had his dick shoved so far down my throat that I’m swallowing the head, so there’s no shyness left between us. It’s a perk of being with the same man for so long.
    I groan at the tension starting to build, and I stare at his cock while he’s pleasuring me. My mouth waters like I’m fucking Pavlov’s dog or something. I want what I want in the overall scheme of things, and since I’m in control today, I take it. I lean over his torso and circle my fingers around the fat handful of hard and soft. I slurp the head into my mouth like I’m sucking in spaghetti. His hips buck as I take him all the way in. I wrap my arms around his body and spread his ass cheeks with my fingertips. He tenses beneath me.
    I pull away for a moment, breaking the contact between the warm, wetness of my mouth. The separation is a little punishment all its own. “Relax.” The word is the calmest whisper. I knead the muscles in his ass and tongue his cock to settle him.
    His tongue’s performance is spectacular. He’s striving to please me now and I know the reasoning behind it because I’ve thought it myself a million times…if I get him off, maybe he’ll forget what he’s planning to do and-or is doing to me. But just like when he’s in control, it won’t work. His increased attention is fine by me and I grind harder into his face but I won’t forget what’s next. Seconds later I let Levi’s cock slip from my mouth and I sit up again, bracing my hands on his flat abs. I barely register his groan of complaint at my failure to suck him to completion. And soon, my motion comes to a screeching halt while Levi performs a perfect sequence of penetration and clit stimulation with his tongue. I’m coiled tightly, waiting for critical mass to finally annihilate me. I convulse through my orgasm, yelling my pleasure, until there’s nothing left.
    I collapse onto his chest, breaking the contact between his mouth and my pussy, but remaining close. After a minute, I lift my head to check on his hard-on. Levi’s cock is raging, ruddy.
    I slither down his body, licking, touching and rubbing all of my favorite parts. And when I reach the end of him and take his balls into my mouth, the sound of the cuffs straining against the pull of his arms brings a smile to my face.
    I position myself until I’m kneeling between his legs and tilt my head, studying him. So many times Levi has done the same. I know the things running through his mind right now, the feeling of edgy anticipation.
    I let him drown in it, taking my time about what’s next. I lean over, way over him, and stretch to grab the latex gloves I’d put in the night table drawer along with the lube. Levi’s eyes burn a hole in me when I turn back and smile at him with the articles in my hand.
    He shakes his head. “What are the gloves for?”
    “Trust me,” I whisper softly.
    His nostrils flare and his face flushes. I squeeze a liberal amount of lube into my palm, and I rub it all over the gloves like hand cream. I grasp his cock and begin a slow twist over the length of it. He relaxes after few strokes. He closes his eyes and starts to lose himself in the pleasure. His hips undulate with my strokes.
    Using my free hand, I slide my fingers between his ass cheeks, trying to find his rear entrance. When I do, I rub my slippery fingers over the area, probing a bit, slicking it up. When I’m satisfied, I slide my middle finger in. His hips still. His eyes open.
    “Shh, it’s okay,” I murmur. “You’ll like it.”
    “Let me go.”
    I take my