"Good," I said. "Comfortable."
"But you can't move."
"No."
"Excellent. You're just an object for me to use, Jones."
I waited for her, not quite able to see what she was up to, unable to quite conceal the tremble in my body. What were her plans for me, now I was completely vulnerable to her every desire?
I felt her climb back onto the bed, and then straddle me again, this time facing away from me, hovering over my hips.
The searing heat of her pussy touched down on my waiting shaft, and I very nearly lost control.
"Mmm… that feels good…" she said, teasing me. "I bet this would feel so good inside me…"
Somehow, I managed to hold on.
Then she was edging back, upwards towards my head, moving slowly and rubbing her warm, smooth body over my own. The sensation of skin on skin was so incredible, so erotic even without the touching of erogenous zones.
She edged back a little more, offering me a superlative view of her firm behind, her hands reaching back to knead her flesh, teasing me a little further before it was time to give into her own desires and ease her pussy into place over my face.
"Oh God… that's what I need…"
Tongue flicking out to press into her burning hot flesh, I tasted her, even as my heavy breathing was saturated with the dark scent of her arousal. She allowed me just to lick her, to nibble on her pussy lips and delve the tip of my tongue into the tight confines of her womanhood to seek out her succulent flavor. I could feel her fooling around with my erection - not actually trying to give me sexual release, but using my cock as a plaything to turn herself on further.
Her want became stronger, so that she took more and more of an active role, pushing back to press herself on my mouth, using me for her own ends. Her moaning drove me wild.
I couldn't help but think, as I struggled a little for air while keeping my tongue available for her to rub against, how wonderful it was to truly appreciate a beautiful woman in this way. I also felt what an enormous wasted opportunity it had been that I'd never really had the chance to do this before Zoey - considering all the women I'd been with in the past decade.
Sure, my past encounters had never appeared to disappoint the women I'd been with - but how many of those orgasms had been real? I wondered if I'd achieved it at all until Zoey had come along.
"Oh, that's it, Aiden, just there… suck me, suck my pussy…"
But really, until Zoey started using me for her own ends like this, I honestly hadn't known what was possible. She'd opened my eyes. It wasn't just knowing this was physically possible, it was knowing that this was something she wanted, and it wasn't going against etiquette or protocol to feast on her like this.
I think guys developing their sexual ability take a lot of leads from their female partners - who else do they have to learn from? The women I'd had to learn from had been so eager to please me first and foremost, they hadn't bothered to show me how to please them.
"Oh you make me so wet…"
Zoey had come along and blown my world. She made me feel like a beginner, even at the age of 30. I had so much to learn - and yet just knowing that I had so much to learn seemed like an important first step, challenging the enshrined belief that I was experienced in the ways of sex, that I'd done it all and knew it all.
Suddenly I felt my cock enveloped by the most irresistible heat, the soft texture of her mouth closing around my sensitive, throbbing flesh.
Oh God - I was going to lose it.
Her hands gripped around my shaft as she began sucking me, her tongue swirling around the ridge of my helmet. Her whole body rocked as she bobbed her head down on me, in time with the grinding of her pussy on my face. I kept up my oral assault on her slippery groove, but my mental focus was on toning down my own arousal, keeping myself under control. She had not given me consent to orgasm yet - and I so badly wanted to show her I was strong.
I knew I would feel better to get my much-delayed release, but I was actually grateful when she finally let up and climbed off me. I wanted this to continue.
"Oh God that was amazing," she said as she dismounted, breathless, flushed, exhilarated. I couldn't say whether she'd had an orgasm or not - that last stretch, my mind had been so focused on preventing myself exploding in her mouth.
"I love the taste of your pre-come," she whispered before pulling herself up to kiss my mouth, her lips hungrily sucking on mine, her tongue delving inside my mouth, tasting a little salty, I realized, from my own emissions.
Bound by that confining corset, her fulsome breasts brushed against my chest as she kissed me, the lacework a little scratchy but so sexy, the mere texture on my skin, so unlike the textures I was used to, stoking my fires again. I was just too turned on to object to tasting my own pre-come in her mouth - besides, my mouth was lined with her own flavor, and she didn't seem to object to that. I guess there was something sexy about our emissions blending like that, where they shouldn't.