“I think so.”
“Press into me again.” Her hand tightens on my side as she does my bidding adding leverage for extra pressure. “Do it again, but this time watch my cock when ye do it. Watch how ye make me swell.”
I can hear the hitch of her inhale as the blood fills the veins of my shaft, a simple example of the power she has over me. Another push of her hips against my thigh, and I have a full cock-stand, ready to please her.
“Alasdair.” She doesn’t say more, though I know she wants to.
“Take it in yer hand, Ella. Explore my body. I never want ye to be ashamed o’ yer desires. Ye are a verra sensual woman…et’s beautiful.” My accent has thickened along with my cock. I try to offer more encouragement but choke on my words as her delicate hand wraps around me and hesitantly moves up then down.Dear God!
“Like this?” Why does that innocent question make my heart and my manhood feel as if they will both explode?
“Aye. Like that,” I struggle to answer coherently.
She continues to stroke up and down, testing the strength of her grip, squeezing tighter and then loosening so her fingers can play around the head. When I tear my gaze away from her unwittingly deft masturbation of my shaft to look at her face, I almost lose control and ejaculate all over both of us. She is completely aroused by the effect she has on me, enthralled by the control she wields. What a gift this is, to literally watch this magnificent woman’s power blossom, her confidence, and sensuality, her curiosity and desire, each one like a delicate petal, slowly opening to create the most bewitching flower known to man.
“Alasdair,” she whispers again.
“Tell me what ye want, Ella. I know et’s there. I can see et on yer face.” The words roll out, unrefined, deep and commanding, yet strained with desire.
She explores a little longer, then turns her gorgeous eyes to me and asks, “Do you want me to put my mouth on it like you did to me?”
God help me!
“The question is, doyouwant to put yer mouth on it?”
“Yes.” Her reply is a heavy whisper as her eyes lose contact with mine. “But…I don’t know what to do. I…I want to please you the way you pleased me.”
“Give me yer eyes, Ella.” She does without hesitation. “I am presently more pleased than I have ever been in my entire life. So do’na worry yerself over that. Remember what I told ye before. Follow yer instincts, and you’ll do just fine.” At this point, I’m more concerned about my composure than I am hers.
“Alright.” She agrees and moves to position herself between my legs.
“Here, let me move to the edge o’ the bed. T’will be more comfortable fer ye.” She slides down until her feet hit the rug. “On yer knees.” My cock swells with the command. She is so bloody beautiful right now. Creamy skin and full breasts, nipples tight with expectation, eyes wide with curiosity, yet glazed with arousal, full lips parted with wanton need.
She reaches up, taking me in her delicate hand again. Stroking up and down, studying her subject, learning from the reactions she induces. Then, as I notice the corner of her mouth lift in an almost triumphant smirk, she leans forward and takes the head into her mouth, warm and wet, and damn near too much for my determined resolve.
“Christ! That feels good, Ella.”
She likes the compliment, and she takes more of me in. Hand at the base, she’s fully moving her head up and down, letting me go deeper and deeper as she adjusts. Fuck! I don’t know how long I will last.
“Yer mouth is perfect. Ye look so damn beautiful right now, Ella.” She starts moving her hand in time with her mouth, spreading the wetness along my full length. “That’s et, my love.” I bite down as I fight against the tightening in my stomach. I’m about to lose the battle when she loses her rhythm and pulls back to take a breath. My breath halts in my chest. She is the most alluring woman I have ever seen, on her knees, mussed hair, swollen mouth, hand still stroking my erection. She is reveling in her desire, the power of that desire thatshehas over me. It is an exquisite example of feminine sensuality.
“Ye like this, don’t ye?” I move my hand down to join hers.
“Yes,” she replies as her eyes follow my movements.
“You could make me climax like this. Is that what you want?”
Her features soften. “Yes, Alasdair.”
“Then do it.”
She lowers her mouth to me again, this time taking a moment to fondle me with her lips and tongue. Her eyes shut as she opens and closes her mouth, erotically kissing the head, letting her tongue come out to lick around the hard ridge and slide down the sensitive underside. Good God! This woman’s instincts! I always thought this act was a learned technique. But Ella, my beautiful wife, has an innate gift that goes well beyond her natural sensuality.
She’s enjoying herself. But when she starts taking me deeper, I see her hips start to rock back and forth, and then she moans.
God…damn…
I don’t have time to warn her before the simmering pulse I’d kept at bay breaks free in an explosive orgasm that releases with such force, I fear it might choke her. Quickly pulling it out, I aim it down toward her breasts and watch as the remaining essence pumps out and across her full mounds.