too
soon. I’m not finished with you yet.”
Smiling at his warning growl of frustration, his tremors of
agitation, Sam lowered her head again, and, careful to keep contact with his
erection at a minimum, sucked first at the fragile skin stretched over his
testes and then stroked her tongue along the smooth bridge of his perineum,
making his thighs and buttocks clench in involuntary spasms. On and on her
sensual journey of discovery went, stoking the fire of Adam’s passion, teasing
but never satisfying, winding him tighter and tighter until even the light
brush of her hair falling across his skin had him shuddering and hissing around
his gag.
It was a heady pleasure to wield so much power, to have her
usually dominant lover rendered helpless, unable to do anything but accept the
gentle, merciless torture she dished out. And dish it out she did, until Adam’s
hoarse moans seemed torn from deep within his chest and his head started to
shake from side to side as though he couldn’t take any more.
But Sam kept him balanced on a knife’s edge and made him do
just that—take more, and more, and more, until his body shivered and shook
under a fine sheen of sweat and desperation.
By which stage, it had to be said, she wasn’t in a much
better state herself. Without Adam’s deft touch to help ease the burning,
building pressure, she had to stop now and again to use her hands on
herself—every pinch of her tingling nipples or rub of her pulsating clit
providing a voyeuristic treat for her captive that inflamed him all the more.
Only once his body was dripping in perspiration did Sam
decide it was time to bring them both some relief.
Standing, she circled around behind the chair and placed a
hand on each of Adam’s shoulders. The heat coming off his skin nearly scorched
her palms as she slid them down over the damp ridges of his chest and stomach and
along the top of each thigh. Reversing the direction, Sam let her hands dip
down to the sensitive skin of his inner thighs and scored her nails all the way
back up to his groin. Lightening the pressure, she ran the sharp tips over his
balls and up the shaft of his cock in a tickling caress.
When at last she wrapped one of her hands around the base of
his rock-hard erection and used the other to cup the taut, full sac beneath,
Adam let out a low, guttural moan. When she squeezed, feeling the heavy beat of
his pulse there, his head fell back against her shoulder and his eyes rolled
up.
“You’ve been so good,” she murmured into his ear, treating
his cock to a firm pull from root to tip that had his head snapping back up and
his eyes popping wide. “So patient that I think I’m going to climb on and ride
you now. Long and slow.”
It took all of Sam’s remaining discipline to keep from
throwing herself right on him and begin thrashing about like a rodeo rider
shouting Yeeha! Instead, she straddled his wide-spread lap and, using a
guiding hand, slowly lowered herself onto the solid heat of his straining cock.
“Oh god, Adam,” she panted, grasping his shoulders for
balance and gazing into his eyes as he stretched and filled her, the feel of
him bigger and harder than ever before. “Don’t move.” Gasping, she sank all the
way down onto him in a slow, slick glide, not stopping until she felt the head
of his cock nudge at her cervix and the heat of his balls nestle up against her
buttocks. Quivering, she rotated her hips before rising all the way back up
again, leaving only the very tip of his glans breaching her entrance. Then she
pushed back down again. Under her negligee, her nipples stood in hard little
peaks, rubbed to exquisite tenderness by every brush of the fabric her
movements caused.
Adam strained every muscle to remain still while Sam set her
pace, rising and falling in long, measured movements, determined to draw out
the pleasure and make the moment last. But he filled her so completely—the
flared head of his cock stroking all the right places—and
soon. I’m not finished with you yet.”
Smiling at his warning growl of frustration, his tremors of
agitation, Sam lowered her head again, and, careful to keep contact with his
erection at a minimum, sucked first at the fragile skin stretched over his
testes and then stroked her tongue along the smooth bridge of his perineum,
making his thighs and buttocks clench in involuntary spasms. On and on her
sensual journey of discovery went, stoking the fire of Adam’s passion, teasing
but never satisfying, winding him tighter and tighter until even the light
brush of her hair falling across his skin had him shuddering and hissing around
his gag.
It was a heady pleasure to wield so much power, to have her
usually dominant lover rendered helpless, unable to do anything but accept the
gentle, merciless torture she dished out. And dish it out she did, until Adam’s
hoarse moans seemed torn from deep within his chest and his head started to
shake from side to side as though he couldn’t take any more.
But Sam kept him balanced on a knife’s edge and made him do
just that—take more, and more, and more, until his body shivered and shook
under a fine sheen of sweat and desperation.
By which stage, it had to be said, she wasn’t in a much
better state herself. Without Adam’s deft touch to help ease the burning,
building pressure, she had to stop now and again to use her hands on
herself—every pinch of her tingling nipples or rub of her pulsating clit
providing a voyeuristic treat for her captive that inflamed him all the more.
Only once his body was dripping in perspiration did Sam
decide it was time to bring them both some relief.
Standing, she circled around behind the chair and placed a
hand on each of Adam’s shoulders. The heat coming off his skin nearly scorched
her palms as she slid them down over the damp ridges of his chest and stomach and
along the top of each thigh. Reversing the direction, Sam let her hands dip
down to the sensitive skin of his inner thighs and scored her nails all the way
back up to his groin. Lightening the pressure, she ran the sharp tips over his
balls and up the shaft of his cock in a tickling caress.
When at last she wrapped one of her hands around the base of
his rock-hard erection and used the other to cup the taut, full sac beneath,
Adam let out a low, guttural moan. When she squeezed, feeling the heavy beat of
his pulse there, his head fell back against her shoulder and his eyes rolled
up.
“You’ve been so good,” she murmured into his ear, treating
his cock to a firm pull from root to tip that had his head snapping back up and
his eyes popping wide. “So patient that I think I’m going to climb on and ride
you now. Long and slow.”
It took all of Sam’s remaining discipline to keep from
throwing herself right on him and begin thrashing about like a rodeo rider
shouting Yeeha! Instead, she straddled his wide-spread lap and, using a
guiding hand, slowly lowered herself onto the solid heat of his straining cock.
“Oh god, Adam,” she panted, grasping his shoulders for
balance and gazing into his eyes as he stretched and filled her, the feel of
him bigger and harder than ever before. “Don’t move.” Gasping, she sank all the
way down onto him in a slow, slick glide, not stopping until she felt the head
of his cock nudge at her cervix and the heat of his balls nestle up against her
buttocks. Quivering, she rotated her hips before rising all the way back up
again, leaving only the very tip of his glans breaching her entrance. Then she
pushed back down again. Under her negligee, her nipples stood in hard little
peaks, rubbed to exquisite tenderness by every brush of the fabric her
movements caused.
Adam strained every muscle to remain still while Sam set her
pace, rising and falling in long, measured movements, determined to draw out
the pleasure and make the moment last. But he filled her so completely—the
flared head of his cock stroking all the right places—and
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