He thrust and he
thrust, and I was on the verge of coming, but I held myself in check, determined not to come until he told me to.
He pumped above me, thrusting upward, taking me, making me completely his.
Then he pulled out, waited a few timeless seconds, and said, “I’m going to plunge into you now, Melanie, and I want you to come. Come, baby, with me.”
He surged deeply inside my pussy, and I imploded. My entire body prickled as the orgasm floated through me like a hundred shooting stars.
My whole world became my pussy. Everything I felt in my center I felt throughout the rest of my body. The pleasure ran through my body, coursing through my bloodstream and out my fingers, and then came lancing back, pulsing into me with the strength of a tidal wave.
Jonah groaned above me, clasping my hips, so deeply embedded inside me that we were like one.
I was so in tune with him I could feel the tiny contractions of his cock.
When my orgasm finally began to subside, I pulled at my hands, trying to release myself. I wanted to turn over and touch Jonah, wanted to look into his eyes and tell him how much this had meant to me.
But he had other ideas.
In a few minutes, he withdrew, came to me, and unbound me. I turned onto my back and gazed at him, his dark eyes afire.
“That was amazing, Jonah. I never knew.”
“Baby, that was only the beginning.”
He got up from the bed, rummaged through one of the boxes, and came back with a satin blindfold. He tied it around my eyes.
“Stay on your back, baby. I’m going to bind your wrists to the posts again.”
As soft silk whispered over my breasts, my nipples hardened, and my pussy began to throb. I had just had an earth-shattering orgasm, and I was already ready to go again.
I had no idea what to expect. Again, he didn’t bind my ankles.
For a while nothing happened, and just as I opened my mouth to speak, something touched my nipple. Coldness burst through me.
It was ice.
The chill hardened my nipples even further, the heat of my body melted the ice, and tiny rivers of water meandered over my body.
“Spread your legs, baby,” Jonah said.
It never occurred to me not to obey. In a flash, the cold ice touched my clit, and then his warm mouth glided over the hard nub and erased the coolness.
I was so sensitive from my orgasm, but oh my God, I wanted to come again. I spread my legs farther, threatening to disjoint my hips, wanting so much for my hands to be free so I could push his tongue deeper into me.
But they were not free. I could not touch him, and I longed to.
And that was very erotic.
As he continued to lick me, the combination of coldness from the ice and warmth from his mouth titillated me. I was near the urge again when he forced two fingers into me and commanded, “Come.”
I hadn’t thought I was close to another orgasm, but at the commanding tone of his voice, I unraveled again.
Shivers raced through me, morphing into heat, morphing into fire, and the flames burst through my veins.
When I finally came down, he withdrew his fingers slowly. And then, before I knew it—
Slap!