Mind bondage-4

“Be still, Adele,” he told me. I relaxed and waited. He stepped in closer and I felt the first touch of his cock on the cunt between my legs. He brushed it over me, teasingly sliding it over my clit and over my slit. I could feel how his cock got wet with the juices my cunt was making.

He just kept going, teasing me, building the ache inside me to a peak that wouldn’t spill over into orgasm. Finally I had a breakthrough moment.

“Please?” I breathed. “Please fuck me. Please take my cunt as your own. Please take me. Please?” I continued. The words came to me as natural, the only words that I could have said in this situation. A smile blossomed on his face and I felt a spike of pleasure, not orgasm, but close to a release.

He thrust his cock inside me, filling me up completely as he buried it inside my body. I moaned and shuddered and came once, hard, around it.

As my orgasm retreated, he remained. He was completely still inside me, hard and filling me. Then he began to withdraw, pulling almost all the way out before going back inside at a slow and steady rate. In and out, in and out, his rhythm never wavered.