“Please Zeph.” She whimpers. “Please.”
“Patience. I’ll get there.”
My tongue leaves a path of moisture as I lick down her body, then dip it into her navel. She giggles, and grabs my hair, shoving my face into her skin, pressing my mouth tightly to her. I answer her with a series of fast laps of my tongue in the little divot, then kiss my way further down.
I can smell the mixture of our juices from earlier in the parking lot still inside of her where I shoved them. It’s musky and dirty, and something that should be making me cringe, but not anymore, not with her. Instead of turning my nose up at it, I bury it in it, inhaling deeply.
“God you smell so good.” I purr, flattening my tongue and licking from her asshole to her hard little clit, making her hips jump and her thighs drop open more.
“Lick me, yes. Oh God.”
She’s like a faucet when I thrust my tongue up into her twitching little hole, the fluids pouring out around it and down in to my throat.
“You taste even better.” I say, sucking on her tight cunt, drawing out everything I can, swallowing it with hard gulps and a satisfied sigh.
Pressing my tongue against her opening, I suck and slurp, making a messy feast of everything she dumps into my mouth, smearing it around, bathing my lips and her pussy in it. It’s sinful and sweet, musky and filthy, and I want nothing more than to enjoy it until she can’t take anymore.
I can feel her tensing, her legs closing on my shoulders, and I grab her thighs with my hands, prying them open, pressing them down into the mattress, making her stay still under me. She’s panting and her whole cunt is pulsing against my mouth. She’s so close to a climax, and I can taste it coming.
“Oh shit, oh shit, Zeph.” She says, her hands grabbing my hair, pushing my face tighter to her. “I’m gonna cum.”
Nodding my head to her, I suck harder, lick faster, and drive her absolutely wild. She thrashes her hips under me, and her fingers pull at the curls of my hair. She’s losing control, bucking and growling like a rabid animal, and I’m rewarded with a flood of cum as she falls apart against my mouth.
“Fuck, fuck, fuck!” She screams, bathing my whole face with her essence as she rides the orgasm right from one massive one to a smaller one that wracks her body with small convulsions.
I’m nowhere near done with her yet, and as I work her down with slower and more gentle licks and laps, I reach down and stroke my throbbing cock, getting him ready, coating him with her juices from my hand.
“Such a good fucking girl for me. That was beautiful.” I praise her, climbing up her body, letting her see me rub her cum all over my impossibly hard dick. “You gonna take this cock now, and make it feel as good as you do?”
“Yes, Sir.”
“Good girl.”
Sliding my hands under her sides, I wrap them up and around the back of her shoulders, holding her still as I position myself at her drenched pussy. She screams again as I pull down on her and push up into her, opening her up, making her take all of me in a slow, steady advance.
Her walls stretch and pulse around me as I give her one inch at a time, making her take me in and mold around me like a glove. She was made for me, I know this, but every time I slide my dick into her it’s like a homecoming. I fit perfectly in her, so snug and tight…so absolutely, divinely, perfect.
I’m in heaven enveloped in her, and she melts under me, her body accommodating my size as I work my hips back and forth, so fucking leisurely, driving myself wild, and relaxing her. Her hands stroke up and down my back, her fingernails scratching my skin lightly, and my eyes roll back in my head at just how good it all feels.
Never, until I met her, did I imagine that sex would be this way. I always thought of it as dirty and wrong. My only experiences had been when Mother came to me after a long night of fucking her pimp and she would take out her frustrations on me, making me pleasure her against my will. I never thought that as an adult I would discover that it was all wrong, but can be so right.
“Mmmm Zeph.”
“Yes kitten?” I answer her, kissing her neck, licking her flesh over her pulse point, feeling her heartbeat on my tongue.
“Can I do something?”
“Anything you want.”
Her body elongates under me, and she reaches over to the nightstand, grabbing the candle. I watch as the liquid wax inside the jar sloshes with her movement, and I already know where she’s going with this, or so I think.
When I expect her to hand it to me, she takes it and rests in on her chest, making me push up off her, straightening my arms, supporting myself high enough that the flame doesn’t catch my hair.
“You’ve burned me, and then you ran. I want to know what it felt like for you.” She says, her gaze fixated on the flickering flame inside the glass. “May I burn you? With the wax?”
“You do know that’s not a sex candle, and the wax will be hotter than the fire, right baby?” I ask her, making sure that she knows exactly what she’s asking me.
If she wants to burn me and make my skin blister and boil then so be it, but I need to make sure she knows that this will be painful for me and leave a scar. Hot wax cools quickly on the skin, but not enough to not scorch. As the wax dries it continues to cook the flesh under it, and I’m not going to pussy out and wipe it away. If she wants to hurt me, like she wants me to hurt her, then she may.
