I cry out, aching as a pinching burns with his touch.
“Fuck, you weren’t kidding,” he groans. “You’re so tight.”
I lick my lips and stare down at him. “Yeah, virgin… remember?”
He nods and stares back at me. “I should stop. I don’t want you to remember this as your first.”
“If you stop, I’ll run,” I snap, staring back at him with heat.
He grins coyly and dips back between my legs, pumping his fingers in and out gently, as he works my clit between his lips and tongue.
Nothing about this is right, but it feels too good to stop.
I rock my hips against his face as he works my body. Tiny little sighs and moans drip from my lips as energy builds in my groin. I should be repulsed. This man lied to me. He dragged me up here. He refused to let me leave. But for some reason, that only makes my pussy grow wetter.
“Are you going to come for me, honey?” His voice is so deep. It’s velvet. “Or should I tie you up first? That’s why you like this, right? You’re my captor?”
I don’t know what to say. I don’t know what to feel. He licks up my slit, and stands from the sleeping bag, grabbing a strip of fabric that’s tied to the end. He tears it off with one fast motion then turns toward me with a darkness in his eyes that’s both soft and possessive.
My pussy clenches. I’m letting him have control. I’m not sure I’m ready. I’m not sure what that means. He could be playing me.I was going to play him. If he’s going to tie me up and keep me here, this was his best way of doing it.
I want to call him out, but when he lifts my sweater off, and exposes my hard nipples to the room, I lose interest in hating him again.
“I don’t hear any objections,” he says, wrapping my arms behind my back with the smooth fabric. He’s gentle in touch, carefully tying a knot as he kisses the nape of my neck.
My heart races as I stare back at him. Heat stirs between us and his eyes flicker with desperation, an urge, an animal instinct so obvious that my body can’t help but react.
“You like the power being taken from you, don’t you?” His voice is deep and resonating throughout my body.
“No,” I gasp, tugging against his restraint. “I liked being in control.” The words leave my lips, but even I know they’re a lie. My pussy is dripping wet. So wet, that when he pulls my thighs apart again, there’s an audible suction.
He groans and scowls as though my excitement as somehow offended him. “I think your body is telling a different story. Your body says you like the idea of me being in control.” He circles his large fingers along my inner thigh as he talks, then moves his hand over my stomach and onto my bare breasts, flicking each nipple before moving between my legs once more.
He rubs his thumb over the top of my clit, tracing circles. He’s teasing me and I’m trembling, desperate, aching to come.
“I need to taste your cock,” I whine. “I need you to spread me open.”
He growls low and smiles, clenching his teeth tight as he looks back at me. “So needy. I’m not sure there’s room for me in that tight little body.”
My clit throbs again and my nipples harden. I stare toward him as he goes back to work between my legs. I struggle against the restraint, desperate to touch him.
“You’re going to come for me first, honey. I need to taste your excitement and relax that little pussy so you’re good and ready.”
He leans into my thighs and licks at my clit, thrashing wildly between my legs with no finesse. He’s hungry, starved, desperate for me.
My thighs lock and squeeze around his head as he works.
“Look at me,” he growls, only pulling up slightly. His eyes lift and he stares toward me, as though he’s as desperate for the look on my face, as he is for my come itself.
His free hand wraps to the knot he’s tied behind my back as his other holds my outer thigh and rubs me gently. The dichotomy of touch sends a chill down my spine and within seconds my body convulses and stiffens all at once as he continues to lap up my juices.
I don’t want it to be over, but as I look down at him, my excitement shining on his beard, there’s a look in his eye that’s turned soft and caring, rather than hungry.
He kisses the inside of my thighs and then my stomach, working his way up to my lips. “Get some rest my sweet little captor”
“What? No. I need you!” I pull free from the knot he’s made behind my back without much effort, and lay on his chest, stroking his hard cock.
“Not tonight,” he says, moving my hand onto his chest. “This needs to be special. You feel relieved, right?”