it behind her head, whispering in her ear. “Don’t forget, ‘yellow’ to ease up. ‘Lollipop,’ and I’ll stop and untie you.”
Her head bobbed, and her tongue flicked out to wet her lips. Peter picked up the belt. He wasn’t sure where to begin. Folding it in half, he snapped it together, and Meghan jumped. He did it several more times before bringing it down on her torso, the end flicking her mound. Her hips lifted off the bed in response. Once, twice more, pink marks showing up on the creamy skin of her thighs.
Taking the steepled peak of one rose nipple in his fingers, he pinched hard and pulled. She moaned and arched into his hand.
He brought the belt down harder on her thigh. “Silence.” Her lips parted, and she moaned again. “If you insist on using your mouth, put it to good use.” He guided his cock to her full lips, her eager tongue flicking out to lap at his pre-cum. Fisting his hand in her hair, he pulled and arched her neck back, his body demanding she take him into her mouth. Meghan complied, her impatient mouth sucking hard, surrounding him in her heat.
She had always been wonderful at pleasuring him orally, but seeing her bound, unable to resist, her masterful tongue laving the throbbing head of his cock nearly plunged him over the edge. Peter had never better understood the need for a cock ring than at this moment. He mentally added that to his list of toys to acquire.
While Meghan’s tongue and lips assaulted his cock, Peter continued slapping her with the belt, each time flicking the end across her sex. With his other hand and his mouth, he tortured her nipples, alternately tugging and biting, then soothing with the heat of his tongue. He could feel Meghan’s muscles grow taut, her chest heaving as her pleasure mounted.
Even though she’d agreed to this, Peter hadn’t expected her to be so responsive. Her moans of bliss vibrated against his skin, bringing the pleasure she offered his cock to a new level. Peter had to move, or surely he’d be spilling himself into his fiancée’s very talented mouth. He pulled away from her, bringing the belt down hard on her thigh, now red from his whipping.
“Quiet.”
Her lips pursed, and Meghan tried unsuccessfully to stop her panting.
Walking around the bed, Peter inhaled deep breaths, trying to still his own racing heart. For a moment, he turned and stared out the window, forcing himself to think of something else, anything, but the woman primed and waiting. He needed to slow his own need and focus on Meghan.
Peter padded to the bed stand and looked over his arsenal, trying to decide his next course of action.
Meghan lifted her head, craning to listen, but she didn’t speak. Anticipation was a strong aphrodisiac, and he would make her wait. The blindfold had been a wonderful idea.
He stared at her sex, open and wanting. Liquid desire coated her pussy lips and pooled on the comforter. She was so ready, and there was nothing Peter wanted more than to impale her and provide their aching bodies relief from the tension. But drawing it out would make that final release so much sweeter.
Flipping the switch on the vibrator, he watched her reaction to the low hum. Moisture seeped from her cleft, and her thighs quivered in anticipation. Peter ran the vibrator along the bottom of her foot, bending and taking her big toe into his mouth. His tongue swirled around the appendage before his teeth sank into the flesh. Meghan dug her heel into the mattress, trying not to buck against the unexpected sensation.
He worked on both her feet, not expecting them to be such an erogenous zone. Slowly, painstakingly, he worked his way up her legs, alternating his teeth with the soothing thrum of the vibrator. By the time Peter reached the juncture of her thighs, Meghan was writhing in a fevered pitch of need.
He ran the vibrator slowly up and down her creamy slit, her hips lifting in response. He couldn’t see her face, but her tits bounced with her panting.
Her head bobbed, and her tongue flicked out to wet her lips. Peter picked up the belt. He wasn’t sure where to begin. Folding it in half, he snapped it together, and Meghan jumped. He did it several more times before bringing it down on her torso, the end flicking her mound. Her hips lifted off the bed in response. Once, twice more, pink marks showing up on the creamy skin of her thighs.
Taking the steepled peak of one rose nipple in his fingers, he pinched hard and pulled. She moaned and arched into his hand.
He brought the belt down harder on her thigh. “Silence.” Her lips parted, and she moaned again. “If you insist on using your mouth, put it to good use.” He guided his cock to her full lips, her eager tongue flicking out to lap at his pre-cum. Fisting his hand in her hair, he pulled and arched her neck back, his body demanding she take him into her mouth. Meghan complied, her impatient mouth sucking hard, surrounding him in her heat.
She had always been wonderful at pleasuring him orally, but seeing her bound, unable to resist, her masterful tongue laving the throbbing head of his cock nearly plunged him over the edge. Peter had never better understood the need for a cock ring than at this moment. He mentally added that to his list of toys to acquire.
While Meghan’s tongue and lips assaulted his cock, Peter continued slapping her with the belt, each time flicking the end across her sex. With his other hand and his mouth, he tortured her nipples, alternately tugging and biting, then soothing with the heat of his tongue. He could feel Meghan’s muscles grow taut, her chest heaving as her pleasure mounted.
Even though she’d agreed to this, Peter hadn’t expected her to be so responsive. Her moans of bliss vibrated against his skin, bringing the pleasure she offered his cock to a new level. Peter had to move, or surely he’d be spilling himself into his fiancée’s very talented mouth. He pulled away from her, bringing the belt down hard on her thigh, now red from his whipping.
“Quiet.”
Her lips pursed, and Meghan tried unsuccessfully to stop her panting.
Walking around the bed, Peter inhaled deep breaths, trying to still his own racing heart. For a moment, he turned and stared out the window, forcing himself to think of something else, anything, but the woman primed and waiting. He needed to slow his own need and focus on Meghan.
Peter padded to the bed stand and looked over his arsenal, trying to decide his next course of action.
Meghan lifted her head, craning to listen, but she didn’t speak. Anticipation was a strong aphrodisiac, and he would make her wait. The blindfold had been a wonderful idea.
He stared at her sex, open and wanting. Liquid desire coated her pussy lips and pooled on the comforter. She was so ready, and there was nothing Peter wanted more than to impale her and provide their aching bodies relief from the tension. But drawing it out would make that final release so much sweeter.
Flipping the switch on the vibrator, he watched her reaction to the low hum. Moisture seeped from her cleft, and her thighs quivered in anticipation. Peter ran the vibrator along the bottom of her foot, bending and taking her big toe into his mouth. His tongue swirled around the appendage before his teeth sank into the flesh. Meghan dug her heel into the mattress, trying not to buck against the unexpected sensation.
He worked on both her feet, not expecting them to be such an erogenous zone. Slowly, painstakingly, he worked his way up her legs, alternating his teeth with the soothing thrum of the vibrator. By the time Peter reached the juncture of her thighs, Meghan was writhing in a fevered pitch of need.
He ran the vibrator slowly up and down her creamy slit, her hips lifting in response. He couldn’t see her face, but her tits bounced with her panting.
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