tease all that forcibly leashed power. Beyond
using them once to grip his hair and angle his head back so she could give her
full oral attention to his neck and throat, however, she managed to keep her
hands to herself.
For a while, Adam played the perfect prisoner, giving
himself up to the pleasure of her leisurely exploration, moaning when she
sucked on his earlobe and gasping when she transferred that same caress to his
nipples. But when the pace didn’t quicken as he’d like, he began to misbehave
again, disrupting the flow enough that she had to call another halt to
proceedings and use up quite a bit of the excess rope to secure his thighs and
put a stop to his sneaky maneuverings to trap her between them.
The picture he made thus bound—powerful legs held wide by
the black silk rope, his flushed, swollen genitals exposed and
vulnerable—brought a groan from one set of Sam’s lips and a drizzle of warm
moisture from the other.
“God, Adam.” Slipping the fingers of one hand beneath her
negligee and between her legs, Sam stroked through her folds before holding the
glistening digits up to Adam. “See what the sight of you all tied up does to
me?”
The simmer in Adam’s eyes flashed to the boil and the flesh
around his bonds turned white as he strained toward her. From behind his gag
came a stream of vehement mutterings—unintelligible, yet unmistakable in their
meaning.
“Not yet.” She smiled and reached down to run her fingers
over the swollen head of his cock, smearing her juices with the drop of
pre-come forming there to coat the sensitive skin with natural lubricant.
Adam’s erection pulsed and rose higher to stand rigid against his stomach, his
hips rocked forward as he sought more pressure from the light, circling glide,
but Sam pulled back, denying him. “The more you interrupt me, the longer this
is going to take.”
Raising her wet fingers to her mouth, Sam sucked them slowly
between her lips, relishing the taste of their combined need while Adam’s gaze
tracked every movement. Pulling her fingers free, she leaned down close and
flicked her tongue over his top lip. “Now, stop fighting and let me have my
way,” she whispered.
Of course, he had no choice at all in the matter. Picking up
right where she’d left off, Sam continued explore Adam at will, losing track of
time as the long, breathless minutes ran together. Covering every inch of his
torso, she used her tongue to bring her earlier steam-room fantasy to life,
used her teeth to scrape and nip and trap tender flesh, used her lips to soothe
away the sting of her sharp little love bites.
“Mmm, you taste so good,” she told him, making her way down
his body. Kneeling between his legs, she pressed butterfly kisses to his
pelvis, licked along the ultra-sensitive creases where thighs met groin, and
blew whisper-light breaths onto the weeping head of his cock. “I don’t think
I’ve ever seen you so big, so ready.” Sam looked from his erection up into his
face. “Do you think you’d fit in my mouth?” she teased, letting her parted lips
hover close over the flushed, shiny glans.
Adam’s nostrils flared as his breathing quickened and he
tilted his pelvis toward her.
“How far down do you think I could take you?” Sam asked,
pulling back a fraction to avoid contact, thrilling at the rush of power it
gave her to have total control. “All the way?” She let the tip of her tongue
peep out to wet her bottom lip. “Would that feel good, Adam, if I opened wide
and took every last bit of you in and let you come in the back of my throat?”
To judge by his reaction—jaw clenching as he bit into his
gag, every muscle sharpening into high definition as he pitted his strength
against his bonds, hips straining forward as far as the rope would allow—it was
obvious the answer was yes.
Sam looked into blue eyes turned dark with desire and shook
her head. “As much as I’d like it too, I’m afraid things would be over way
using them once to grip his hair and angle his head back so she could give her
full oral attention to his neck and throat, however, she managed to keep her
hands to herself.
For a while, Adam played the perfect prisoner, giving
himself up to the pleasure of her leisurely exploration, moaning when she
sucked on his earlobe and gasping when she transferred that same caress to his
nipples. But when the pace didn’t quicken as he’d like, he began to misbehave
again, disrupting the flow enough that she had to call another halt to
proceedings and use up quite a bit of the excess rope to secure his thighs and
put a stop to his sneaky maneuverings to trap her between them.
The picture he made thus bound—powerful legs held wide by
the black silk rope, his flushed, swollen genitals exposed and
vulnerable—brought a groan from one set of Sam’s lips and a drizzle of warm
moisture from the other.
“God, Adam.” Slipping the fingers of one hand beneath her
negligee and between her legs, Sam stroked through her folds before holding the
glistening digits up to Adam. “See what the sight of you all tied up does to
me?”
The simmer in Adam’s eyes flashed to the boil and the flesh
around his bonds turned white as he strained toward her. From behind his gag
came a stream of vehement mutterings—unintelligible, yet unmistakable in their
meaning.
“Not yet.” She smiled and reached down to run her fingers
over the swollen head of his cock, smearing her juices with the drop of
pre-come forming there to coat the sensitive skin with natural lubricant.
Adam’s erection pulsed and rose higher to stand rigid against his stomach, his
hips rocked forward as he sought more pressure from the light, circling glide,
but Sam pulled back, denying him. “The more you interrupt me, the longer this
is going to take.”
Raising her wet fingers to her mouth, Sam sucked them slowly
between her lips, relishing the taste of their combined need while Adam’s gaze
tracked every movement. Pulling her fingers free, she leaned down close and
flicked her tongue over his top lip. “Now, stop fighting and let me have my
way,” she whispered.
Of course, he had no choice at all in the matter. Picking up
right where she’d left off, Sam continued explore Adam at will, losing track of
time as the long, breathless minutes ran together. Covering every inch of his
torso, she used her tongue to bring her earlier steam-room fantasy to life,
used her teeth to scrape and nip and trap tender flesh, used her lips to soothe
away the sting of her sharp little love bites.
“Mmm, you taste so good,” she told him, making her way down
his body. Kneeling between his legs, she pressed butterfly kisses to his
pelvis, licked along the ultra-sensitive creases where thighs met groin, and
blew whisper-light breaths onto the weeping head of his cock. “I don’t think
I’ve ever seen you so big, so ready.” Sam looked from his erection up into his
face. “Do you think you’d fit in my mouth?” she teased, letting her parted lips
hover close over the flushed, shiny glans.
Adam’s nostrils flared as his breathing quickened and he
tilted his pelvis toward her.
“How far down do you think I could take you?” Sam asked,
pulling back a fraction to avoid contact, thrilling at the rush of power it
gave her to have total control. “All the way?” She let the tip of her tongue
peep out to wet her bottom lip. “Would that feel good, Adam, if I opened wide
and took every last bit of you in and let you come in the back of my throat?”
To judge by his reaction—jaw clenching as he bit into his
gag, every muscle sharpening into high definition as he pitted his strength
against his bonds, hips straining forward as far as the rope would allow—it was
obvious the answer was yes.
Sam looked into blue eyes turned dark with desire and shook
her head. “As much as I’d like it too, I’m afraid things would be over way
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