her from this position, overriding her body, forcing her past her comfort zone.
He held perfectly still, letting her take what she wanted, what she could handle, pressing no more than that upon her, but still. She knew what he could do from here, and her body thrilled at the idea. At his control. At the trust.
As she suckled at his body, drawing her tongue along his length, his eyes rolled up into his head, his lids fluttering closed. She could feel his hips shaking a little, though whether it was from arousal or strain at the position, she wasn’t entirely sure.
She took her time, though, learning each inch of his thick cock, each vein, each sensitive spot. She watched for where he sighed more, where he tensed, what pressure he wanted and where. She watched as his hand started to move, just a little, at the base, meeting her lips somewhere in the middle. The waves of light fluid started to appear more regularly in her mouth, and she watched his expression as she licked them clear, over and over.
God, she wanted her hands. She wanted to touch his sac, tease her fingers over his balls. She wanted to explore him with everything she had.
It was like he saw that desire in her eyes. He leaned forward just a bit, to pin her wrists down to the bed, which put him farther into her mouth. For a moment, it was amazing, and she surged up under him, swallowing him deeply, but then it was too much—she coughed, almost gagged, her eyes widening in panic—
And the weight of him was gone, moving smoothly to the side, pulling her along with him, his hands moving softly over her back, not saying anything, not breaking the mood, simply finding a holding pattern while she recovered, finding her breathing again.
“Good,” he said, when she had recovered. “I was done with your fucking mouth anyway.” He watched her carefully, gauging her reaction, and nodding when she didn’t protest.
He reached into the nightstand, found the condoms, and slid one in place with practiced ease. He brought her with him as he lay down on his back, settling her with her innermost lips spread over the granite of his pulsing cock. She bit her lip; she was eager, but from here it seemed like all the flaws of her body were obvious.
The damage that gravity had done to her already less than impressive tits, the loose skin of her belly where she’d fought her weight and won, but gotten scars in the process. She wanted to duck and hide, move where he couldn’t see her. She wished she could turn out the sun, or cause blackout curtains to suddenly fly up and cover the windows so that he was at least seeing her through shadow.
“You sexy bitch,” he murmured, using his hands to urge her into a slow slide over his cock. “So hot, so incredible. You burn me up, Caro. God, you do. Do you want me to fuck you? Do you want me to watch you? Because I want to see you. I want to see what you look like when you clench, when you come for me. Can you do that for me?”
She looked deep into his eyes, into the yearning there, and realized that yes, she definitely could. She slid up to the tip of his cock, and with a little bit of maneuvering, she slid him into the very beginning of her open cleft. His eyes and his nostrils were flared wide, and his hands came to hers to give her somewhere to brace.
As slowly as she could manage, she took his length inside of her. She’d never been in control in this position before, and it was different. Beyond different. He was deep inside of her, deeper than she could remember feeling, and it was intense, emotional, and she had to pause to breathe every so often, to think of opening, spreading, accepting him into her.
And then he was fully sheathed in her body, touching the end of her, and she felt that warm sparkle start to swell up in her belly as she shifted experimentally, rocking him into her just a touch farther. A touch deeper. He groaned, hard, and rolled his hips up into
He held perfectly still, letting her take what she wanted, what she could handle, pressing no more than that upon her, but still. She knew what he could do from here, and her body thrilled at the idea. At his control. At the trust.
As she suckled at his body, drawing her tongue along his length, his eyes rolled up into his head, his lids fluttering closed. She could feel his hips shaking a little, though whether it was from arousal or strain at the position, she wasn’t entirely sure.
She took her time, though, learning each inch of his thick cock, each vein, each sensitive spot. She watched for where he sighed more, where he tensed, what pressure he wanted and where. She watched as his hand started to move, just a little, at the base, meeting her lips somewhere in the middle. The waves of light fluid started to appear more regularly in her mouth, and she watched his expression as she licked them clear, over and over.
God, she wanted her hands. She wanted to touch his sac, tease her fingers over his balls. She wanted to explore him with everything she had.
It was like he saw that desire in her eyes. He leaned forward just a bit, to pin her wrists down to the bed, which put him farther into her mouth. For a moment, it was amazing, and she surged up under him, swallowing him deeply, but then it was too much—she coughed, almost gagged, her eyes widening in panic—
And the weight of him was gone, moving smoothly to the side, pulling her along with him, his hands moving softly over her back, not saying anything, not breaking the mood, simply finding a holding pattern while she recovered, finding her breathing again.
“Good,” he said, when she had recovered. “I was done with your fucking mouth anyway.” He watched her carefully, gauging her reaction, and nodding when she didn’t protest.
He reached into the nightstand, found the condoms, and slid one in place with practiced ease. He brought her with him as he lay down on his back, settling her with her innermost lips spread over the granite of his pulsing cock. She bit her lip; she was eager, but from here it seemed like all the flaws of her body were obvious.
The damage that gravity had done to her already less than impressive tits, the loose skin of her belly where she’d fought her weight and won, but gotten scars in the process. She wanted to duck and hide, move where he couldn’t see her. She wished she could turn out the sun, or cause blackout curtains to suddenly fly up and cover the windows so that he was at least seeing her through shadow.
“You sexy bitch,” he murmured, using his hands to urge her into a slow slide over his cock. “So hot, so incredible. You burn me up, Caro. God, you do. Do you want me to fuck you? Do you want me to watch you? Because I want to see you. I want to see what you look like when you clench, when you come for me. Can you do that for me?”
She looked deep into his eyes, into the yearning there, and realized that yes, she definitely could. She slid up to the tip of his cock, and with a little bit of maneuvering, she slid him into the very beginning of her open cleft. His eyes and his nostrils were flared wide, and his hands came to hers to give her somewhere to brace.
As slowly as she could manage, she took his length inside of her. She’d never been in control in this position before, and it was different. Beyond different. He was deep inside of her, deeper than she could remember feeling, and it was intense, emotional, and she had to pause to breathe every so often, to think of opening, spreading, accepting him into her.
And then he was fully sheathed in her body, touching the end of her, and she felt that warm sparkle start to swell up in her belly as she shifted experimentally, rocking him into her just a touch farther. A touch deeper. He groaned, hard, and rolled his hips up into
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