“Master, please. I want you inside me.”
He worked his finger further into her rear, wringing another cry from her kiss-swollen lips. “I am in you,” he told her, a wicked undertone to his voice.
Her nails dug into the headboard. “You know that’s not what I mean, Master.”
He lifted a shoulder. “Maybe, maybe not. Like I said before, you have to tell me what you want.” He moved his finger in and out in time to his cock sliding against her.
“I want,” she gasped, “your cock inside my pussy. Now, please, Master.”
“There. That wasn’t so hard, was it?”
Suddenly he gripped her hips with both hands, then slammed himself into her. There was no gradual increase of pace—he simply pounded himself home inside her with the ferocity of a racehorse bursting out onto the track. The fast paced and hard, pounding friction was exactly what she craved; she gripped the headboard for dear life as the entire bed shook. A small part of her wondered if the canopy might collapse on them; the rest of her didn’t care if it did so long as he kept pounding into her the way he was.
“Please, please, please,” she cried, her voice shaking with the force of his thrusts.
“Come for me,” he panted, reaching between her legs and stroking her clit. “Go ahead, Katherine. Let go.”
She tried to hold on, to make the moment last as long as she could, but it was impossible—the pleasure was building too fast for her to get a hold on it. It spiraled out of her control, taking it with her, making her feel as though she was being sucked into a whirlpool of pleasure, and right out the other end into a vast sea of it. She felt hot seed spurt onto her back as Mark pulled out and gave into his desire for release.
“Can… can I let go now, Master?” she asked, once she was reasonably sure he was coherent again.
“Yes.” She collapsed, and she felt a cool, wet cloth wiping his seed off her back before he rolled her over. Mark pulled up the covers and tucked them beneath, and she snuggled against his chest.
“Thank you, Katherine.” He stroked a hand up and down her back.
“My pleasure,” she murmured sleepily, and he chuckled.
“Indeed it was.”
She didn’t hear him; she was already asleep.
*
She was awoken once more by Mark, but this time it was with soft kisses and gentle strokes rather than hot lips and hands. Desire uncurled sweetly in her belly even as she unfurled and opened her eyes. Sunlight streamed through the curtains, welcoming a new day, casting a gleam on Mark’s dark hair and a sparkle into his blue eyes.
“Good morning.” He stroked a hand down her hair. “Did you sleep well?”#p#分页标题#e#
She smiled. “Yes, I did. Master,” she added.
“I’ve had many women in my bed, as you know doubt know,” he said, trailing his thumb along her cheek, “but I’ve never seen any that sleeps like you. You looked like an angel, with your long lashes and rosebud mouth. I couldn’t help but start kissing you.”
Katherine was proud that she only blushed a little beneath his compliments. “I like it when you kiss me too,” she told him, pressing her lips to his again. His arms came loosely around her as he kissed her tenderly—long, slow, and sweet. Her body heated—not the torrid rush of passion from before but gradual, like a flower blooming beneath the sun’s rays. His hands slid down her back to cup her cheeks, pressing her firmly against his hardening cock.
“I need you,” he murmured roughly against her lips before trailing then down the column of her throat. He gently bit down on the area right above the hollow leading down to her collar bone.
“Anything you want, Master,” she said on a sigh of pleasure as he stroked her with hands and lips and tongue.
“You may touch me if you like,” he told her, his hands on her breasts. She placed her own hands on his shoulders and ran then up and down her back, feeling his muscles flex as he played with her nipples. Her feet came up to find his cock, and she stroked it with her soles, moving them up and down as she’d done with her mouth last night. His groan made her smile.
“You have very talented feet,” he growled, tonguing her earlobe.
“Thank you, Master.” She gasped as he swirled his tongue in her ear. “You have a very talented tongue.” He chuckled.
They took their time exploring each other’s bodies, and Katherine relished finally having free rein to touch him where she liked. She found that his hard, brown nipples were especially responsive—she dragged her tongue over him the way he did hers and was rewarded with shivering groans. She fondled his sac between his legs as she stroked his cock, and found that when she touched the spot just behind it his eyes would close and a low, throaty groan would come up from his chest. His sexual responses were bold and completely unashamed, which aroused her unbearably. Before she met him she never would have imagined that pleasuring a man could be so pleasurable.