A hot tongue finally gives me what I want, dipping inside me, circling around my swollen clit.
“Yes, please. More like that. Please.” I moan and writhe as he pleasures my pussy, circling and circling, then sucking on me, driving me wild. I raise my hips to meet his face. I know who’s licking me; I wonder who else is watching. They’re about to see me come.
Begging for more all the while, I get hotter and hotter until I burst. My head falls back as my back arches and my hips press further upward. I beg for more until I can’t take it anymore and then I beg him to stop. He only stops when I’m silent.
His weight retreats from the bed and I’m left panting, still bound, much less restless than I was a few minutes ago.
After a brief pause while I’m catching my breath, someone else moves next to me, different weight, different movements. Something clinks in a glass.
Kisses are laid from my upper thigh, over my hip to my mid-section and down the other side. The glass clinks again, and those kisses are repeated but the mouth is now very cold.
I quiver beneath his touch and he sucks on my skin, heating the areas he’d just made cold. Then there’s a little nip and – yow! – ice. He’s skimming an ice cube over my hip upward, lightly across my belly. It lifts, leaving a wet trail behind, and then the ice is on one of my nipples, burning with a tantalizing pain.
A hot mouth replaces the freezing cold, before the routine is repeated on my other breast. I suspect the extremes of hot and cold feel even more intense with my eyes covered. I don’t know what’s coming or when it’s going to happen.
There’s a playfulness to the torture, and I giggle with the delicious discomfort of it. Never has a mouth on my breast felt as good as it does following the ice.
More sounds of clinking glass have me on edge, wondering where I’ll be tortured next. I brace myself but what comes are cold lips on mine that quickly warm as we kiss. I make happy, contented sounds in my throat as the cool tongue rubs my bottom lip before taking a little nip. One last sweet kiss follows, and then he moves away, leaving me with a smile on my face.
There’s very little pause before someone else climbs onto the bed, and I take a moment to recognize again how amazing of a weekend this is turning out to be. So much more than I could have ever imagined.
The third man kisses my lips, his style noticeably different from man #2’s parting kiss. Then he lifts my shoulders, and I’m made to understand that he wants me to turn over. He supports my shoulders as I do, and guides me onto my knees, making sure my bound hands don’t cause me to get thrown off balance. I end up supported on my forearms and knees, my ass lifted high in the air, and again I feel so exposed, so at their mercy. So hot and horny for whatever they have in store for me next.
Hands wrap around my thighs, slide me toward the bottom of the bed, and suddenly there is a tongue on my pussy, making me gasp. No one has ever gone down on me from this position. The unique angle feels new and different, like nothing I’ve experienced before.
This man is skillful and direct, going right to the spots that drive me wild. He flicks over my clit, he flattens his tongue and licks the length of me, he circles around and has me crying for more.
Then he releases me, moves away, the mattress shifts, and I feel heat and breath beneath me. Hands grip my thighs from the other direction and I’m pulled downward until my pussy meets a mouth. He’s lying beneath me, and now I’m riding his face.
He pulls me down further, smashing me into him, and he eats me – feasts on me – as I writhe above him. I’ve died and gone to heaven, and heaven is me blindfolded, so that the only thing I’m aware of in the world is my pussy and all the amazing things this mouth is doing to it.
I’m melting into him, at the same time that every nerve in my body comes more alive than it’s ever been. All of those sensations heighten, and then they join together, all focused in one spot between my legs, but also deep in my core, and then I’m coming, throbbing, falling to pieces as those hands hold me tight and keep me riding him, as I yell, and cry, and scream my pleasure.
Damn, that was good! So good. I tremble, feeling like there’s no muscle or bone left inside my body. I let my chest collapse onto the bed as he lifts my hips, lays a kiss on my spent pussy, and slips back out from under me.