He draws in a harsh breath, but otherwise, there’s no change of expression on his face. I lick the slit on the head and his nostrils flare. I close my mouth around his shaft and his gaze intensifies. I tilt my head, take in as much of the length as I can. He buries his fingers in my hair and tugs. Pinpricks of pain radiate across my scalp. My nipples tighten. My core clenches. He tugs on my hair so I am forced to pull back until the head of his cock is poised between my lips. Then he pushes forward and his dick slides down my throat. I gag and tears squeeze out of the corners of my eyes.
"Why is it that seeing your tears turn me on so?" he murmurs, almost to himself. As if to punctuate his words, his shaft thickens, filling my mouth. I force myself to relax my jaw as he begins to fuck my mouth in earnest. Of course, with Axel, even a blowjob is not something he’ll allow me to give him. He has to be in control, even here.
I balance myself with one hand on his thigh as he pulls me forward. His dick slides down my throat. I draw in the dark, musky scent of his and moisture laces my core. My pussy throbs and my lower belly clenches. I dig my fingernails into his thighs and glance up at him. His gaze is intense as he speeds up. His chest planes flex, his shoulder muscles knot, and the tendons of his throat move as a growl rips from him. His hold in my hair tightens, his cock pulses and he comes, shooting his warmth down my throat. He seems to come and come until his cum fills my mouth. I try to swallow, but it overflows from the corners of my lips.
He pulls out, then hauls me up and fixes his mouth on mine. His lips clash with mine and he licks his arousal off of my mouth. He thrusts his tongue in between my lips and sucks from me. He kisses me so deeply, so intensely, my head spins. I plaster myself to his chest, throw my arms around his neck as I push myself into him.
The room seems to tilt and I open my eyes to find he’s on his feet again. I try to protest, but he doesn’t release my mouth. He carries me to his bed, places me on the mattress and follows me down. He pulls me to him as he continues to kiss me. My head spins. Darkness flickers at the edges of my vision. When he finally releases me, I gasp. Oxygen rushes into my lungs, and I sink back into the pillow.
We stare at each other and something seems to shift. He cups my cheek, brings me in for another kiss. His lips touch mine. He shares my breath but doesn’t deepen the kiss further. He brushes his mouth against mine as if learning it’s outline all over again. He leans in closer until his thighs touch mine, his hips cradle mine, his chest brushes against my breasts. My nipples tighten and one side of his lips curves. He pushes a strand of hair away from my temple. "I am not sorry I took your virginity," he whispers.
"I don’t want you to be sorry that you took my virginity," I reply.
"I don't want you to leave this house without telling me."
"Okay," I whisper.
"When the household staff told me that you left with Seb, I was sure that I was going to kill him."
"And now?"
"I’m sure I’m going to kill him."
I chuckle. "I just needed to get away from here," I explain. "When I saw you with that…that woman—"
"You mean Sheena?" He smirks.
"Whatever," I huff, "when I realized that she was going to help you bathe—"
"She didn’t."
"Oh?" I blink.
"I asked her to leave right after you did."
"Oh," I glance away, "but you meant to convey the impression—"
"That she was going to help me shower and more, yes."
"So did she?" I turn my gaze on him. "Did she help you shower and more."
"Already told you. I asked her to leave right after you. She’s only my physiotherapist; nothing more, so you don’t need to be jealous about her."
"Who says I am jealous about her?"
His smirk widens, "It’s cute when you deny the emotions that are written all over your face."
"They are not."
"They are." He wraps his fingers around my neck and a shiver runs down my spine.
"When you get this...assertive, it turns me on," I whisper.
"I know," he replies with such confidence that I resist the urge to roll my eyes.
"Jeez is there anything that you are not sure about?" I ask.
"Myself. I am never sure how I am going to react around you." He increases the pressure around my throat and a thrill grips me. My breasts seem to swell and my thighs tremble.