She groaned and let her body sink back down on the mattress. That’s when he struck. He gripped her nipple between his teeth and tugged softly before sucking her just the way she liked. She could feel his body next to hers on the bed, the hard rise of his cock along her hip. Then he was gone and she was left moaning for more.
She felt the tickle of the feather over her stomach. It had her quivering and catching her breath. He ran it along her thighs, across her nipples, and up over her cheek. He trailed it down the inside of her arms and had her squirming at the ticklish feel. Then it was gone.
She strained her ears, trying to hear what he was doing. Was he getting the vibrator next? She was so wet and ready. His hands cradled one of her feet and massaged over it. She groaned and flexed her toes in his grip. She felt his breath and then he was sucking her big toe into his mouth. Her nipples were tingling, remembering how that felt.
He moved to the other foot and treated it equally. His mouth moved away and she felt the bed shift between her legs. She could feel him there, the brush of his skin against hers and he ran a hand up the inside of her legs, forging a path for his wicked tongue to follow.
She was moaning and wiggling, desperate to feel him between her legs. She needed to feel him inside her. Her pussy was so ready to be fucked. But he didn’t touch it, skirting around it and moving up over her stomach to play there. She could feel the heat of his chest pressing her sex and ground her hips up into him as best as her confinement would allow.
He moved up farther, licking under her breasts and around the sides. His hard abdomen now pressed tight against her pussy.
“Clint,” she moaned his name. She was vibrating with need.
“Shhhh,” he whispered softly and licked over first one nipple then the other before pushing her breasts together and blowing across them both. He shifted above her and straddled her chest.
He pushed her breasts tighter together and his cock fucked up between her cleavage. They both moaned. He stroked his cock there, using his thumbs to rub over her nipples and urge them to impossibly tighter points. She buried her chin down in her chest and flicked her tongue out searching for him.
He groaned and on the next stroke of his cock the head just nudged her tongue before sliding back down. She strained harder, matching the flick of her tongue to when she could feel it rising out of the top of her breasts. This time she was able to flick it all the way over the head, tasting a bit of pre-cum.
“You are so fucking sexy.”
He released her breasts and shifted again, sliding his legs between hers and coming down on top of her. His chest crushed her to the bed and he took her mouth in a kiss that stole her breath. She could feel his cock pressing along the lips of her pussy and pressed up into him, coating him with her cream.
She broke from the kiss, panting. “I need you.”
He groaned and ground his hips down into hers. “There’s more I want to do.”
“Please, Clint. I can’t wait much longer. I need to feel your cock inside me. I need you to fuck me. Ride me hard until we both can’t take any more.”
He groaned again and moved. Mischa cried out, pulling at all four of her bonds. Then she felt Clint at her feet. He made short work of releasing her legs. Then he was back on the bed moving into her. He took her feet and slid them up onto his shoulders then leaned down into her.
“Like this.” She wasn’t sure if it was a question or a demand, but it didn’t matter. She loved it like that, loved how deeply he filled her in that position. She nodded her head vigorously, “yes” a mantra that spilled from her lips.
He shifted his hips and let his cock spear through her folds, butting against her clit before sliding lower again. He stroked her that way several times before he finally slid low enough to allow the head to lodge at her opening on his next upward movement. He held still for what felt like forever.
“Fuck me,” she cried. Then cried out again as he slammed inside.
It was as hard and fast as she wanted it, as she needed it. He forged so deeply that she swore she could feel him right at her womb. He was relentless. He kept the strokes coming. Hard, fast and so incredibly deep. She was screaming and begging incoherently. Her hands fisted and tugged at the bonds and her feet flexed against his shoulders as she tried to lift her hips into his thrusts.
“So good,” she cried. “Yes, yes. Fuck me. Make me come. Oh god, make me come.”
She could feel the sweat on his skin, could feel it on her as well. She wanted her hands. Wanted to play with her nipples, to reach down and finger her clit. She wanted to grab him and urge him on even faster, to dig her nails into him and mark him as hers. But she couldn’t. He was completely in control.