I flinch for a moment, but not for too long. "How about we change the rules, baby?" I , the desires taking a toll on me.
"Whatever you want, baby."
I descend with deliberate slowness, each movement calculated to heighten the that crackles between us. My hips move sinuously, tracing a tantalizing downward until I'm positioned just above him, my mouth hovering tantalizingly to the throbbing tip of his arousal. Oh, how I ache to feel its hardness against my and to taste the essence of his desire as it spills forth.
With a soft moan of anticipation, I finally make contact, my tongue tracing a slow, path along the length of his shaft. I savor the taste of him and the way he to my touch with a low, guttural groan of pleasure. But before I can fully myself in the moment, his voice breaks through the haze of desire, raw with and need.
"Fuck, Ellie," he growls, his words a desperate plea for release. "Stop teasing me and the damn thing!" His impatience is palpable, his body tense with anticipation as strains against the confines of the bed, his urgency matching my own.
Oh, my! He is itching with lust for me.
"Calm down, tiger! Easy; I am heading there. I intend to please you the way no one ever done." I strain to speak, peeking into his eyes from down here. It feels hot beautiful down here as I begin to milk his hard balls.
"Fuck it, Ellie." His voice is thick with desire, his command ringing out with urgency. "I want to feel my cock twitching and thrusting into your little mouth. NOW!"
His words hang heavy in the air, a demand that brooks no argument. And like a sweet yielding to her dominant's desires, I acquiesce without hesitation. After all,
I had promised to be anything he wanted, and now was the time to prove it.
With hungry eagerness, I envelop his throbbing length with my wet, parted lips, him whole in one smooth motion. The sensation of him filling my mouth a shiver of anticipation down my spine, and I strain to catch a glimpse of his , eager to gauge his pleasure.
But before I can even begin to assess his response, my ears are met with the sounds of his satisfaction—a low, guttural moan that reverberates the room. It's a symphony of desire, a testament to the primal connection us, as I eagerly fulfill his every wish.
"Ooh, yes, baby. Like that. I love it there. You are fucking sweet, baby. Now ride it your mouth. Fuck me, baby."
"You like this, don't you, baby?" He strives to force the soft, cold words through his panting. "You like both my fingers and my cock inside you?"
His question, though whispered amidst the heavy panting and desperate need, hangs the air, a declaration of desire that sends a shiver down my spine. I wish he knew mind-boggling this all feels. I can only respond with a fervent nod and a satisfied through a confined moan.
We are consumed by the raw intensity of our connection, lost in a world where reigns supreme and nothing else matters but the mutual pursuit of ecstasy.
And as we both teeter on the edge of release, coupled moans fill the room, our efforts please each other taking a higher notch.
“Tell me you like this, Ellie!”
Ooh, dear! Like? No, I fucking love them! That''s why I am about to come. I don't if he possesses the magic to understand my body, because he goes faster. He me faster and harder, just the way I want, and I pull his cock out to concentrate his fingering as he draws me to the edge. I am a moaning mess as I bury my head his deep V-line while one hand clenches to his cock on my chest.
"Tell me, Ellie! Do you like it?"
"Ooh... Ooh... Y... Yes... Yes, Damian. I'm... Ooh, I'm cuming, hun."
Darn! I always find sweet names for him at times like this.
"Then do, baby! Come for my fingers. I want to feel your juice wash over them!"
"Ooooh... Ooooh!" I discharge, albeit with so much pain in my belly, but the pleasure just heaven.
I feel him spoon my juice with his fingers after pulling it out. Again, I don't know he is up to. He plops his back on the bed and pulls me atop him, making me sit his cock. He brings the hand that was working on my pussy between our faces, the dripping wet with my cum. My, now I am blushing!
"I didn't scoop much, but this will do."
Huh?
I furrow my eyes as he starts licking the fingers one by one, swallowing my cum with while gawking at me. His moans as he licks them, though! He is just, sweetly !
"You taste so sweet, baby,” he says after he is done drying my cum from his fingers, me for a kiss. Like, he swallowed my cum?
"Um, sorry, I didn't make you come," I whisper after we pull away, stroking his features.
How can I not feel at the top of the world if I'm having this gorgeous god sprawled me like this?
"It’s not that you didn’t make me, baby. I just didn't want to cum in your mouth, ," he affirms.
Huh! So, he quashed the urge? I am hurt now. I wanted to taste his juice too."You are !" I mumble, sounding hurt, but just feigning.
"I am sorry, my baby. I wanted to cum in your V-G."
Mmh!
"I will forgive you for today. But next time you better not suppress it," I warn, and he .
Today, I finally found the opportunity to dip my fingers in the deep dimples on his while doing this, and that broadened his grin. "You like them?"