The Commitment(31)

He turned the shower off and led me out, taking a towel and quickly drying me off. He barely spent any time on himself, as if he couldn't wait. He pushed me back into the bedroom and over to the bed, and I gasped when he pushed me back onto it, laying on top of me, his fingers slipped down my body from my throat to my waist and then my pussy, his fingers finding my clit. Then he slipped his finger inside of me, his breathing increasing, his mouth claiming mine once more in a passionate kiss.

He pulled back, his eyes half-hooded. "Spread your legs wide," he said, grabbing my thighs to assist, spreading my legs, his eyes moving down my body from my face to my pussy, stopping there greedily.

He kissed me. "We're going to do each other at the same time. I want you to come with my cock in your mouth, my mouth on you."

My body responded to his words, my muscles clenching. His tongue and fingers were insistent as we lay side by side in sixty-nine position, our bodies arched to accommodate each other. I tried to pleasure him while he pleasured me but at times, I had to stop and moan with him in my mouth. He groaned in response, his fingers sliding inside of me, stroking me. I writhed under his mouth, lost in the sensations, barely able to focus on his cock in my mouth, his shaft in my fist.

My orgasm built deep within me, pleasure spreading down my legs and into my belly, my mind blanking. I tensed, trying to hold back, waiting for him to give me permission.

"Come for me, baby," he said, his fingers thrusting inside of me.

I let myself go and my orgasm crashed through me. I couldn't stop from moaning, my body convulsing around his fingers and under his tongue. He kept his mouth on me throughout my orgasm, his own sounds of enjoyment vibrating through my flesh.

While I recovered, he was still, his mouth still covering me, tiny licks on my overly-sensitive clit making me shudder. When I was back to full awareness, I started stroking his shaft and sucking the head of his thick cock once more, eager to feel and hear his own release. He kept licking me, and I knew he wanted me to come again. I tried to focus on his pleasure, stroking him, sucking the head, taking him as deeply into my mouth as I could and soon, I could feel him harden under my lips. He was close.

"Stop," I gasped when his fingers began stroking inside me again. "I can't focus when you do that."

"I want you to come again," he said, his voice smoky.

"I can't do both," I said, trying to stroke him and let my body respond.

"Let yourself come," he said. "Then I will. I'm so close…"

After a moment while he built me up once more, my second orgasm came on from the insistent sucking and stroking of my clit, his fingers thrusting inside of me. I gave in and let the sensations wash over me until once more, I clenched around his fingers, my hips thrusting blindly at his mouth, my thighs trembling. I groaned with the head of his cock in my mouth and he began thrusting in my fist, trying to come himself. Soon, I felt him stiffen, his cock so hard I knew he would soon come. Then, the spurt of semen filled my mouth. I let him pour into me while he thrust, his body shuddering, his mouth on my still-too sensitive clit, his fingers deep inside of me.

Finally, I pulled slowly off him and swallowed, his strong salty taste familiar. I licked his length, my tongue playing gently with the sensitive head and he pulled off me to groan.

"Oh, God," he said, gasping. "That was so good…"

He crawled around and lay facing me, pulling me into his arms, one thigh thrown over me possessively. He kissed me, his kiss deep and passionate.

"I love you, Kate," he said when he pulled away, brushing the hair from my face, his eyes warm and holding mine. "I love you."

"I love you," I said, warmth for him filling me. I crawled more closely into his arms and closed my eyes, the euphoria from my orgasms and the happiness I felt being so close to him almost unbearable.



After we had both recovered, we lay in each other's arms. He stroked his hands over my body affectionately, cupping my breasts, threading his fingers in mine.

"That was delicious." He nestled his head in the crook of my neck and kissed me. "I think I'd like to do that at least once a week."

"It wasn't too vanilla for you?"

"In case you didn't realize it, I like vanilla ice cream, too. Besides, my kink is control, with a bit of leather thrown in for good measure."

"You can't let me come only once, can you?"

"Sacrilege!" he said and laughed. "My evil plot is to keep you so thoroughly aroused and then satiated that you can't imagine looking at another man."

I wrapped my hands around his arms. "Other men don't even exist."

He squeezed me in response and we lay in the warmth of the bed in silence.