He couldn’t believe she’d been willing to resume the position that had caused her discomfort. The evidence of her generosity had filled him with regret, but aroused him as well. He may like to restrain a woman during sex. He may like to make an ass blush under his palm or the paddle he owned. But he never did it if he sensed it didn’t arouse the woman. The last thing he wanted was to humiliate or cause real pain.
If that were true for a regular sex partner, it was a hundred times truer for this woman.
He ran his tongue over her clit again, intoxicated by her reaction to the stroke, the delicate shiver of her body, the whimpers that spilled past her lips.
Sweet. She was so sweet.
His eyes blinked open a moment later when he noticed that her whimpers of post-orgasmic pleasure had segued to soft cries of re-arousal. He wanted to stoke her fires all over again with his mouth and tongue, longed to chase down her fragrant juices of ecstasy with another potent shot of her distilled pleasure.
But his damn cock wouldn’t let him. It was a tyrant when it came to Angeline.
He kissed her once, just over her swollen labia, and stood. He felt her stare on him as walked over to a table where he kept clean towels. He quickly wiped off his mouth with one and picked up several more before he returned to Angeline.
She looked so damned gorgeous lying there naked and restrained, her pale breasts rising and falling with her still-agitated breath. He took his time propping her head up, lifting her long hair off her damp nape before he tucked the towel beneath her head, brushing the soft strands away from her forehead.
Despite the raging despot between his thighs, he took his time kissing her sweet, responsive mouth. Eventually, his furious need made him stand, though.
He held her gaze while he stripped off his socks and unfastened his jeans. He liked the way her soft, ebony eyes sparked with fire when he shoved his jeans and boxer briefs down to his thighs. He lifted his erection and stroked it slowly.
“You look like something out of a man’s dreams, do you know that?” he muttered.
He watched, spellbound as her pink tongue swept over her lower lip. “I could say the same about you for a woman’s fantasy,” she whispered. “Mine anyway.”
He rapidly removed his jeans and underwear. Excitement and a trace of anxiety leapt into her eyes when he straddled the bench in the vicinity of her chest. He bent and plumped one large, firm breast in his hand. He fisted the stalk of his cock.
“You’re gonna have to pay for saying things like that, Angel. A man only has so much control.”
“Ohhh! Alex,” she exclaimed in surprise when he flicked his cock up and down with his hand, beating out a taut rhythm on her nipple. He smiled when he saw the pink crest darken and tighten. Her moan sounded a little desperate when he held up her breast and rubbed the crown of his cock over the beaded crest, spreading a thin coat of pre-come on her nipple.
He lifted his straining erection. “Open your mouth.”
He’d never forget the expression in her midnight eyes when Angeline parted her lips.
He spread the remainder of the pre-come on her mouth. Her tongue flicked out to rub the head of his cock.
“No. I’ll give it to you.” He said it sharper than he intended, but this was the sweetest kind of torture.
He pushed the head of his cock into her warm, wet mouth and grimaced in pleasure. When he opened his eyes a second later, his cock lurched in her tight hold at the vision of her watching him with glistening eyes and her lips spread wide to accommodate his cock’s girth. She began to massage the hyper-sensitive crown with a strong tongue while she held his gaze.
He hissed. “I think I’m going to have to introduce your butt to my paddle for that, Angel.”
Something sparked in her eyes and for a second she paused. But then she tightened her lips and began laving his cock again like it was the sweetest of treats.
“You little—” He grunted when she drew on him and flexed his hips, sliding his cock along her warm tongue. He pushed until he saw her eyes widen. He stopped, knowing he’d filled her mouth to capacity.
“Hold still,” he rasped. He grabbed onto the bar holding the weights and began to thrust in and out of her mouth slowly. When Alex realized he was about to come as he stared at Angeline’s huge, desire-glazed eyes and his cock sliding in and out of her lips, he cursed and forced himself to stare at the wall. He continued to face-fuck her for a delicious moment, loving the fact that she not only let him, but given the hot look in her eyes and her suck—which seemed to only get stronger by the second—Angeline liked it.
He stared back at her face, too tempted by the memory to avoid looking at the erotic vision. She looked fevered as she stared up at him, her cheeks bright pink and her dark eyes glazed. The evidence of her arousal pitched his own exponentially higher.
“Do you want more?” he rasped. “Shake your head if you don’t. It’s okay.”
A rough grunt tore at his throat when she nodded her head eagerly, making his cock bob. He tightened his grip on the bar, clenching his fist as he dipped into her humid heat further. When he felt the narrow passage of her throat and she instinctively jerked, he withdrew. Her resumed strong suck told him she wanted to try again, however.
“Nice and easy,” he coaxed. “Just for a moment, Angel.”
He grimaced in sublime pleasure when the tip of his cock breached her throat and he felt the tight squeeze of that muscular channel. She started beneath him, but then he saw her breathe through her nose, calming herself.
Pleasure roared through his flesh as he stroked her deep several times, always withdrawing before she could experience any discomfort. For several ecstasy-infused moments he gripped the weight bar and pumped forcefully.