ice,
pushing it in and out of her lips like she would his cock, until her lips were
numb and the ice was melted and dripping down her chin. She hardly noticed the
cold though; not with the way he was working his magic between her legs,
pushing her to the edge and pulling her back, over and over and over again.
“Do you wanna come?” he asked. “Are you
ready to come all over my hand?
“Yes,” she sobbed. “Yes, Brendan,
please.” She pushed herself into his hand again, straining; she was so close…
“Yeah, that’s it.” He pumped his fingers
faster. “Come for me. I want your juices all over my hand,” he growled, and it
was enough to finally send her over the edge, splintering into a thousand
pieces as the orgasm crashed over her. Screaming his name, she rode his
fingers, pumping out every last bit of delicious sensation she could until she
collapsed back on the bed, spent and exhausted and utterly satisfied.
“Mmm.” She heard him lick his fingers,
and then he was pressing one of them into her mouth. “You came good. Taste it.”
She sucked his finger, tasting herself, and she groaned. “Did you like that?”
“Yeah,” she breathed, then added,
“Brendan. I liked it.”
“Good.” She felt his hands slide around
to the back of her head, and then suddenly the blindfold was gone and she could
see him again, looming up over her. His blue eyes were glowing, creating an
even starker contrast than usual between his thick, dark lashes and his pale
skin. “I want you to see me now,” he said, touching her cheek with his long
fingers that were still slick from her wetness. “Want you to watch me while I’m
fucking you. Can you do that?”
“Yes, Brendan.” She hooked her legs
around his hips to pull him closer. “I want you to.”
“Want me to what?”
“Fuck me.”
He slapped her ass, but this time the
shock of pain sent a pleasurable tingle through her pussy. “What was that?”
“Fuck me, Brendan,” she gasped. “Please.”
“Mmm. That’s better.” He took his cock in
his hand, then slid the tip along her naked slit, up and down, up and down
until she was trembling with the force of her desire. Just when she thought she
was going to scream, he finally slid himself inside her, burying his cock to
the hilt.
Groaning with relief, Callie crossed her
ankles at the back of his hips, pushing him even deeper inside her. “Holy
shit,” he gasped. “You’re so tight. God.” Bracing his hands on either side of
her shoulders, he began moving inside her, taking it slow. Sweat shone on his
skin, drawing attention to the ridges of muscle in his arms, his chest, his
abs. She wanted to lean up and trace the lines with her tongue, but her hands
were still tied above her head, so she settled for just leaning back and
admiring the view.
“You’re so beautiful,” he rasped, his
eyes shining as he looked down at her. “Even more beautiful than I remembered.”
Ducking his head down, he took one of her nipples in his mouth, swirling his
tongue around it and sending little bolts of pleasure straight to her center.
She arched her back as the pleasure built in her core again, urging him faster
with her hips until he was slamming into her, the entire bed shaking with the
force of their lovemaking. The neighbors on the other side of the wall could
probably hear her, but she didn’t care, didn’t care about anything except this
moment, as the she crested again, a second orgasm crashing down on her.
“Yeah,” he rasped as her muscles clamped
down around his cock involuntarily. “That’s it. Come for me.” He groaned then,
and she felt him come inside her, the hot liquid squirting as his cock pulsed
against her walls. She didn’t know how long it lasted, but eventually he let
out a long sigh, then rolled over, pulling her against his side.
“That was fucking great.”
Callie nodded, trying to make herself
comfortable against him, and then she realized her hands were still tied above
her
pushing it in and out of her lips like she would his cock, until her lips were
numb and the ice was melted and dripping down her chin. She hardly noticed the
cold though; not with the way he was working his magic between her legs,
pushing her to the edge and pulling her back, over and over and over again.
“Do you wanna come?” he asked. “Are you
ready to come all over my hand?
“Yes,” she sobbed. “Yes, Brendan,
please.” She pushed herself into his hand again, straining; she was so close…
“Yeah, that’s it.” He pumped his fingers
faster. “Come for me. I want your juices all over my hand,” he growled, and it
was enough to finally send her over the edge, splintering into a thousand
pieces as the orgasm crashed over her. Screaming his name, she rode his
fingers, pumping out every last bit of delicious sensation she could until she
collapsed back on the bed, spent and exhausted and utterly satisfied.
“Mmm.” She heard him lick his fingers,
and then he was pressing one of them into her mouth. “You came good. Taste it.”
She sucked his finger, tasting herself, and she groaned. “Did you like that?”
“Yeah,” she breathed, then added,
“Brendan. I liked it.”
“Good.” She felt his hands slide around
to the back of her head, and then suddenly the blindfold was gone and she could
see him again, looming up over her. His blue eyes were glowing, creating an
even starker contrast than usual between his thick, dark lashes and his pale
skin. “I want you to see me now,” he said, touching her cheek with his long
fingers that were still slick from her wetness. “Want you to watch me while I’m
fucking you. Can you do that?”
“Yes, Brendan.” She hooked her legs
around his hips to pull him closer. “I want you to.”
“Want me to what?”
“Fuck me.”
He slapped her ass, but this time the
shock of pain sent a pleasurable tingle through her pussy. “What was that?”
“Fuck me, Brendan,” she gasped. “Please.”
“Mmm. That’s better.” He took his cock in
his hand, then slid the tip along her naked slit, up and down, up and down
until she was trembling with the force of her desire. Just when she thought she
was going to scream, he finally slid himself inside her, burying his cock to
the hilt.
Groaning with relief, Callie crossed her
ankles at the back of his hips, pushing him even deeper inside her. “Holy
shit,” he gasped. “You’re so tight. God.” Bracing his hands on either side of
her shoulders, he began moving inside her, taking it slow. Sweat shone on his
skin, drawing attention to the ridges of muscle in his arms, his chest, his
abs. She wanted to lean up and trace the lines with her tongue, but her hands
were still tied above her head, so she settled for just leaning back and
admiring the view.
“You’re so beautiful,” he rasped, his
eyes shining as he looked down at her. “Even more beautiful than I remembered.”
Ducking his head down, he took one of her nipples in his mouth, swirling his
tongue around it and sending little bolts of pleasure straight to her center.
She arched her back as the pleasure built in her core again, urging him faster
with her hips until he was slamming into her, the entire bed shaking with the
force of their lovemaking. The neighbors on the other side of the wall could
probably hear her, but she didn’t care, didn’t care about anything except this
moment, as the she crested again, a second orgasm crashing down on her.
“Yeah,” he rasped as her muscles clamped
down around his cock involuntarily. “That’s it. Come for me.” He groaned then,
and she felt him come inside her, the hot liquid squirting as his cock pulsed
against her walls. She didn’t know how long it lasted, but eventually he let
out a long sigh, then rolled over, pulling her against his side.
“That was fucking great.”
Callie nodded, trying to make herself
comfortable against him, and then she realized her hands were still tied above
her
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