Gently, I move my tongue, circling it around her clit. Butterfly soft touches because I want to drag this out. She's come so fast for me before but that was born of urgent thrusts and needy fucking. I want this to be different. I want her to experience how beautiful it can be when a man eats you out slowly, building pleasure up one exquisite moment at a time. I lick at her delicately, savoring her taste. Her breathing becomes more ragged, and a small, keening sound builds in her throat.
Fluttering my tongue lightly over the top of her clit, I push my thumbs in closer, probing them along her sensitive tissue. Macy is now panting, sweet gusts of needy air.
"Please," she moans.
The hair rises up on the back of my head, the yearning in her voice scraping across my nerves. She sounds like she might die if I don't give her what she needs, and suddenly, my well-laid plans of torturing her with pleasure seem to evaporate.
I tease my teeth along her clit briefly before clamping my mouth against her, giving a quick suck as I press my thumbs against her harder.
And even though Macy is bound so thoroughly she can't move, I know she starts to come because she gives a singularly beautiful wail of pleasure, her body spasming underneath of me.
I gently suck on her, feeding off the trembling muscles and sobs of relief she gives me. I suck her all the way through her climax, and when she finally lets out a huge, pent-up breath of relief, I finally risk a peek up at her. Her ribs are moving up and down in a more gentle fashion, and while she's replete for the moment, I, on the other hand, am aching to be inside of her.
Leaning to my left, I give a practiced flick at the slipknot around her ankle and release just her one leg. Her head shoots up off the bed and rather than giving me a relaxed, just orgasmed, so-good-I'm-all-loose-and-happy look, her eyes fire hot at me.
I stand up from the floor, hooking my elbow under the back of the leg I just freed, and raise it up with me. I pull it up, and then angle it inward, twisting so her hip is raised off the mattress a bit. This is in the opposite direction of the way her hands are tied to the top of the bed so her body is contorted beautifully.
She eyes me with challenge, daring me to bend her further, so I push her knee to her chest, which gloriously opens her pussy up to me. Fisting my cock in my free hand, I lean forward, only needing to bend my legs slightly, and push against her wet opening. I have to angle my body forward, brace my feet against the carpet, and push in hard.
Wet heat sucks me in as I feel her flesh stretch tight against mine. She whimpers and now that she has one leg freed, she tries to gyrate her hips to draw me in deeper.
"Jesus," I groan as every nerve ending seems to spasm in pleasure.
I pull back on her leg as I lean in, pressing my chest up against the back of her thigh. Time to see how limber Miss Carrington is.
Bending forward slowly, I place both hands on the mattress, one on either side of her ribs, and grind deeper into her. Macy's breath skitters, and she squeezes her eyes shut tightly.
"You okay?" I ask as I pull out of her slowly... right to the tip.
She nods but keeps her eyes closed, sucking her lower lip in between her teeth. I know this position can't be comfortable, so I make it better by sinking back in deep, flexing my hips at the end just to rock against her.
"Yes," she whispers. "Just like that."
I leisurely pump in and out of her a few times, relishing the slide of slick skin, which causes tingling pleasure to radiate through my body. It's almost too decadent of a feeling, like I'm afraid that the next thrust won't be replicated and that what I'm experiencing may be fleeting and fast. So I go slowly, trying to draw out every bit of the erotic sensations she makes me feel.
"Cal," Macy whispers, and I focus my gaze on her. Her cheeks are flushed pink, her eyelids lowered so I only see slivers of blue peeking at me. Her fingers are curled tight around the terrycloth belt that has her anchored in place.
"What do you need?" I murmur as I thrust into her deeper.
"Make me come again," she says, not as a question, but posed as a command. Yet the plaintive tone suggests an unquenchable need that only I can fill, and it makes me heady with power.
I press into her tighter, my hips moving with more purpose. Striving for a more poignant thrust, attempting to connect on an even deeper level. It's not just about wedging my cock into her body, but it's about connecting my body to hers in a way that I don't think she's quite been touched. In that respect, my promiscuous girl is a virgin.
Unaffected.
That thought causes an almost animalistic need to possess her to start unfurling within me, and I start to fuck her hard. The skin of my pelvis slaps against the bottom of one ass cheek because of the way I have her twisted on the bed, and every time I pummel into her, she lets out a gust of air between those sweet lips. Her eyes roll backward, and she lets out a long moan. "I'm close. So close."
As am I.
My balls tingle, then draw inward, my hips digging deeper... trying to permanently meld cock to pussy. "Come on, Macy... give it to me, baby," I urge her in a strangled whisper, now fucking her so hard the headboard is rapping against the wall.
I'm on the verge of explosion, and yet I can't let go quite yet. I need her to go first; otherwise, all of this will be for naught.
"Yes, yes, yes," she chants. Her back arcs gracefully off the bed and her muscles clamp onto my dick hard, almost trapping me deep inside of her for a second. Macy then moans out her climax long and low, and with fascination, I watch as a single tear slips out and slides down her cheek.
That right there is my undoing.
I pull back and thrust inside of her again, this last journey of my cock against her slick walls setting off an orgasm that shakes me to my core as I start to come inside of her. I immediately let her leg down where it falls limply to the mattress, and I grind my pelvis against her as I bring my entire body to rest against hers. My face pushes into her neck where I bare my teeth and bite down on her as I come in a never-ending gush of pleasure.
So goddamn good.
I lay against her... panting like I just ran a marathon, my cock still jerking slightly with what may be micro-orgasms that just refuse to die.
Although my body rebels at the thought, preferring to lie against Macy's warm flesh, my dick still cocooned inside of her heaven, I roll off her because I know her joints have got to be protesting my ties.
I efficiently free her other leg, then just as quickly unlatch my belt from around her wrists. As soon as she's loose, I give her a nudge and say, "Roll over."
She complies and when she's settled, cheek resting to mattress with a sublime smile on her face, I straddle her waist. My hands go to work on her arms and shoulders, working out the stiffness. I smile to myself over her subtle moans of contentment but otherwise satisfied to enjoy our silence.
Because this is a sex-only relationship, I don't expect much deep conversation, and my mind is still blissfully numb from that thunderous orgasm I just had.
So I'm a bit unprepared when Macy says, "Do you have any hard limits?"
I scoot down her body a little more, now resting my weight over the back of her thighs. My fingers press into her lower back, rubbing in deep circles. "Not really. I mean... I don't like choking. Never did understand that."
"Supposedly, it can really enhance your climax," she murmurs, her face serene with relaxation.
"Never tried it?" I ask her.
"I have," she says softly. "Didn't do anything for me other than give me a sore throat."
I wince slightly, a bit affronted on Macy's behalf that she would go through something like that and not even get any pleasure from the experience.
"I liked being tied up though," she says off-handedly. "That was a first for me."
"You're kidding?"
"Nope," she says with a small laugh. "Never trusted anyone enough before."
This pleases me greatly, and I want to delve further into why she feels she can trust me, but I don't bother right now. Macy isn't exactly the over-sharing type. Instead, I say, "I can get very inventive with some thin, silk ropes. I like to string them between the legs... once on each side of your clit so they rub you good while I fuck you."
She groans in the back of her throat... a sexy, needful sound that surprisingly makes my dick start to perk up for another round. My hands go to her ass, where I massage the firm globes.
"So what other kinky stuff do you like? You've totally destroyed my saintly image of you with the bondage," she says, her voice dropping a bit and sounding a little husky. I press my thumbs deep into her flesh, sliding them lower down her ass.
"A lot of stuff," I say gruffly, my cock starting to swell. "I'm pretty adventurous."
"Mmmm," she purrs with approval. "Like what?"
"Toys. I like to play with toys," I tell her as I lift up, swing a knee inward, and nudge in between her thighs. Her legs spread for me, and I kneel down in between them.
"Give me an example," she says breathlessly.
"Vibrators, dildos," I tell her as I bring my hand to her pussy and brush my fingers lightly against her flesh. "Clamps, cock rings, strap-ons."
"You freak," she murmurs appreciatively as she wiggles her hips, a silent plea for more.
"You up for all of that?" I push two fingers inside of her, still soaking wet with my semen.
Her breath rushes out in a pleasurable gasp. "Anytime."
I finger her deep, twisting my hand and curling them inward. "What's your kinky pleasure, Macy?"
She answers me with a groan and lifts her hips off the mattress slightly. I pull my fingers out, and push three back in, my cock now fully hard.
"Tell me," I urge her through my finger fucking.
"Public sex," she gasps as she heaves her hips off the bed and pushes her ass backward against my fingers.
I'm stunned. My fingers go still inside of her, and I bring my other hand to her hip. The thought of me fucking Macy in front of strangers? I'm not going to lie... it turns me on, but it also makes me feel jealous. I'm not sure I want anyone--man or woman--seeing her naked.
"Have you ever done that before?" I ask her.
She shakes her head, now pushing her torso up from the bed to leverage her weight on her hands. Looking back over her shoulder at me, she says, "You'd be the first. Never really wanted to before and despite the fact I like sex... I've never been with men that were very creative."