Ballad:Rockstar 05(18)

She crawls across the table, slowly, seductively, her breasts plumped up  in her bra, barely restrained from the sexy piece of lavender lace. My  hands are itching to touch her, to take her up, up, up until she  explodes and then do it again and again. But she disobeyed so she'll  have to wait for that.         

     



 

When she's in front of me, she sits back on her heels, her hands resting  on her thighs. There were two things we both agreed not to do that true  dominant and submissives do routinely. One is have her look down when  she submits to me and the other is to call me Master or Sir. I don't  like that. She's not subservient to me. She's my mate. My wife. My  equal. Bringing her pleasure brings me equal pleasure.

"Can I touch you?" she asks.

"No, you may not. You defied me," I tell her.

"I didn't mean to-"

"Yet you did. Now, what are we going to do about that?" I ask.

She doesn't speak, knowing I didn't expect her to answer.

"Come here, Fee," I order again. This time she does so without  hesitation. I stand and lift her off the table, standing her in front of  me. She doesn't touch me.

"Good girl. Now, take off my tie for me," I tell her as I walk over and sit down on the sofa.

She nods once and does as I ask. I have her take off each piece of my  clothing-including my shoes-until I'm sitting in front of her, my cock  hard and aching to be inside her, yet restrained by my boxers.

"These now," I tell her quietly.

She licks her lips as she reaches for me and I nearly groan aloud. She's  so fucking beautiful, so sexy. When my boxers are off, I direct her to  her knees. She drops without hesitation.

"Can I touch you?" she asks, her eyes focused on my cock. I wrap my hand around it and start stroking it.

"No."

She whimpers.

"You can watch me stroke the cock that should be buried inside your  pussy right now. I'd be fucking you slowly, with deep strokes," I tell  her, doing with my hand that very thing. Precum drips from the head and I  use it as lube to add that bit of slipperiness I need. I grunt and she  cries out, pressing her thighs together.

"Are you wet for me, Fee?"

"Yes."

"Do you want to touch yourself? Slide your fingers into that hot little pussy and fuck yourself until you come?" I ask.

She moans. "Yes."

"Then you should have listened," I tell her and she gasps. "I don't like  to deny you, my Fee. I want to bring you pleasure, to make you mine, to  feel you tight and wet around me, squeezing my cock even when you don't  mean to."

She watches me as I reach down to cup my balls with one hand while I stroke my cock faster.

"Do you like to watch me?"

She nods.

"The words, Fee."

"Yes, I like to watch you."

She's squeezing her thighs even tighter together and I imagine just how wet she is. Enough of this.

I pull her to her feet, then toward me so she's straddling my lap, and I  devour her mouth. I want her with an intensity that never ceases to  amaze me. Every time it's like this. I just can't get enough of her  taste, her touch, her moans, her pleasure.

Her hands reach up to touch my face. I love when she does this. She  holds me to her when we kiss. I'm not sure if she does it because she's  afraid I'm going to stop and she doesn't want that or if she just wants  to make me feel cherished. She gives me the latter every second of every  day and the first is never going to happen.

"Stand up."

She does as I ask.

"Take off the rest of your clothes, Fee. I want to see and feel your softness."

She begins with her pants, unsnapping them, then sliding them down her  legs. She steps out of them, moving to the side, and reaches around to  unhook her bra. When her breasts fall free, I want to groan-to weep with  appreciation of her beauty. But when she shimmies out of her panties,  all I can think of is how much I want to taste her.

"Come," I beckon, then lie back on the sofa, urging her to crawl up my body so she can ride my tongue.

"Holy smokes," she whispers and I grin. "Not going to start off slow at all are we?"

"We don't have much time and I want to spend every second of what time we do have loving you properly."

She shudders out a breath when her thighs straddle my head. I pull her  down onto my mouth and lick. I lick the folds of her glistening pussy,  pausing to suck on them. When she moans in pleasure, I want to give her  more. Always more. My Fee deserves it all.

My tongue dips into her center, her wetness coating my tongue and I swallow it like a starved man.

"Oh, God. Mmm," she moans, and I suck her clit, flicking my tongue  across it, causing her body to jerk and shake. I slip a finger inside  her, pushing in and out while I leisurely lick her clit. Slowly but with  just the right amount of pressure is how she likes it. I add a second  finger and she throws her head back, her hair tickling across my thighs.

When her hips begin to move, I know she's close. I curl my fingers  inside of her, seeking that magical spot that brings her to her knees,  and when I find it, she gasps, moans, and presses harder against my  tongue seeking her release.         

     



 

I look up, watching the pleasure overtake her as she comes undone above  me, crying out as her orgasm rushes through her. I love the taste and  feel of my wife, but nothing gives me greater pride than knowing I can  please her to the limits I do.

Her thighs quake against my ears. I reach up behind her, my hands grasping her shoulders, and I sit up.

"Hold on," I say against her pussy and I stand up. She squeaks but  relaxes immediately into me. Her torso supported by my arms, her legs  bent over my shoulders, her feet hooked at the ankles behind my head. I  stride toward the table, the one we just had lunch on and when I reach  it, I clear the table with a swipe of my arm.

Sera gasps as plates and glasses shatter against the floor. "That was so hot," she tells me and I chuckle.

"This might be a little cold," I warn, then lay her onto the table so she's spread out before me.

"Holy smokes, Cage," she whispers, and I press my mouth against her pussy and start over again.



Sera

Holy smokes. My husband has a very talented mouth and tongue, and those  hands, those fingers. I moan as he brings me to yet another orgasm. This  is number three. The man is relentless in his quest to bring me  pleasure-not that I'm complaining.

He looks up at me and I know he's to his limit. He wants me. He needs  me, to be inside me, and there's nowhere else I'd rather have him.

So easily he lifts me from the table and I hold him close as he carries  me toward the bed. I can't help myself. I press kisses along his jaw,  his cheek, and down to his neck. When I bite the spot where his shoulder  and neck meet he growls. My husband is seriously fucking hot.

I'm placed gently onto the bed, but I know it's not going to be sweet  lovemaking. Not the first time. No. The first time is going to be rough  and frantic because we can never get enough of one another. Never.

"On your knees, Fee," he orders, and a shiver of excitement runs through  me. I love it when I'm right-especially when it comes to my husband  fucking me.

I'm barely on all fours when his hands grip my hips tightly and he's  pulling my ass back against him. He grinds his cock against my ass.

"Do you want my cock, Fee?" he asks.

Duh. "Yes, please."

"I'm not going to be gentle right now, Fee. Listening to you moan as you came on my tongue has me on edge," he admits.

"Cage, babe, take me however you want me."

He groans. "You shouldn't say things like that to me, Fee. Giving me  permission to do anything makes me want to push the limits."

His fingers dip between my legs where I'm still very, very wet and ready for him.

"Still so wet for me," he growls. Then he's positioning the head of his  cock to my opening, and without warning he thrusts inside. He never goes  too deep the first thrust. No, he usually gets there by … three. I moan  as he fills me completely.

He's going slow, stretching me inside so thoroughly it's maddening. I push back against him and moan when he thrusts deeper.

"You want me to fuck you hard?"

"Yes, yes … " I whisper when his grip on my hips becomes bruising and he's  pumping into me so hard I have to lower to my elbows or I'd fall over.

"No, Fee," he growls. Then he reaches up and grabs my hair, wrapping it  in his fist, giving it a tug, forcing me to raise up. That bite of pain  gives me a thrill that seems sadistic. I can't even be ashamed of my  fetishes. I won't. Cage and I are the same and his is the only opinion  that matters to me.

"Pay attention," he orders then slaps my ass, again, and again before  running a soothing hand over what's sure to be a cherry red handprint.

I let out a moan when he pulls my hair and spanks me again.

"That's better. Feel it. Feel all of it. Shut your mind down and feel with me."

"Cage," I whisper. With each pump of his hips, he drives his cock in and  out, bringing me, and him, the pleasure we can only find in one  another. As he takes us both higher, I get wetter and as I do, he seems  to get bigger in my pussy. Is that possible? All I know is he's filling  me, touching that spot inside me that only he can find.