Still holding my wrists, he moved down to my breasts. His mouth clamped onto one of my hardened, pink nipples, and he bit down. I gasped, and then squirmed as he soothed away the sting with the flat of his tongue.
“Keep your arms as they are,” he said as he released them. Then he quirked an eyebrow, waiting for a response.
“Okay.” I nodded for emphasis. He moved lower, trailing wet kisses down my abdomen until he was kneeling between my legs. He exhaled a hot breath against my pussy.
I trembled with anticipation. I tried to speak, but his mouth was on me before I could formulate a word. He pulled my wet folds between his lips, one and then the other, stroking them slowly with his tongue. He was rough, the suction just hard enough to be on the right side of painful. My breath came in little gasps. He nipped and sucked until my pussy lips were swollen and throbbing, his tongue dancing across the satiny skin. My clit twitched and twinged as if begging for attention itself, but he stayed away. He seemed to want to tease and torture me until I begged.
When his fingers found and circled my opening, I loosed a long, low moan. “God, Theo, you’re driving me crazy.” He pressed his finger just a fraction of an inch inside. My hips lifted, begging for more, and he chuckled.
“Shh,” he said, slowly sliding his digit further. He withdrew, then thrust back inside, hard. I made a strangled sound and buried my fingers in his hair before I thought about what I was doing.
“No.” He sat back and gathered my wrists in his hands. “What did I say?”
“Not to move, I’m sorry!” The words came out rapidly, like they were one long word altogether. He moved his body over mine and placed my arms back where they were, leaning his weight against my wrists. He guided his cock against my sopping wet entrance with his other hand, looking down between us and groaning.
But he didn’t thrust inside me, though I writhed and bucked my hips against him. He stayed just out of reach. “Please, I’m sorry, I’ll do better.”
He didn’t reply. He rubbed the head of his cock between my folds, spreading the moisture there to stroke against my clit. It sent sharp twinges of pleasure through my limbs. “If I had you back home,” he said, “I’d bind you like this.”
“I’d love it if you did.” He alternated between thrusting just his tip at my opening and rubbing against my clit. It was driving me seriously crazy. I tossed my head back and forth, feeling a little out of control. “Please.”
“You think this is begging?” he growled against my ear. “I’d tie your arms above your head, standing up so I could see every inch of you.” He nipped my bottom lip, then kissed it softly. “And lick every inch of you. And correct you when you’re bad.” The last word came out as a deep rumble. He backed off his teasing and with no warning, slapped my pussy with a loud smack.
My entire body clenched hard. I cried out at the unexpected pain, and the sharp spike of arousal that followed. I felt like I was leaking cream. His fingers found the fresh flood and he grinned. “You like all that?”
“Yes, yes,” I chanted as he stroked his cock against my clit again. “Please, Theo, I’m close, so close…”
“Stay as you are this time.”
“I swear I will!”
He released my wrists and had his mouth of my clit fast, sucking hard, rubbing it with his tongue. I came hard and fast, my moans and cries reaching a crescendo as my pussy clenched, gripping at something that wasn’t there, yet. My hips lifting with a mind of their own, but Theo held them steady.
Then he was climbing up my quaking body. He pulled me close as the waves of intense pleasure finally subsided. My head clearing, I kissed his ear, flicked his earlobe with my tongue, and said, “Fuck me, Theo. I want you so bad.” I rocked my hips against him enticingly. “I’ll do whatever you tell me to. I’ll be good.”
“On your hands and knees.” I scrambled into position, thrusting my ass in the air and looking over my shoulder. A whimper escaped me as he got into position. Locking eyes, he teased my opening for just a moment more before slamming inside.
My walls stretched painfully around the sudden intrusion, but the sensation was delicious. His fingers dug into the soft flesh of my ass as he thrust into me. His cock moved fast and deep, claiming every inch of my sex. His hands ran down my sides, hot against my skin, then found my tits. Kneading, pulling at my nipples just hard enough to make me writhe, he fucked me with the fury of a man who had been holding back for too long. Like a caged animal finally set free.
With pressure on the back of my neck, he pushed my head down to the pillows, then leaned in with a little more weight to hold me there. I was feeling animalistic myself - wild, out of control. I submitted to his every touch, moving as he indicated, lower against the bed until my ass was only barely elevated. He couldn’t push as deep, but when he had me press my legs together, the friction, the pull and drag on my inner walls was incredible. I couldn’t form any words aside from his name.