I need this. He needs this. I can’t imagine him on top of me yet, I see Kenneth every time I do. But the thought of being on top…I can do. With him tied down, there’s no chance of him flipping me over. If I can do this one time, I think next time I’ll be okay. For the first time, I need it like this.
I’ll make it good for him. I can. I’m capable. I’m not unable to give pleasure like Kenneth said for all those years. I want Whistler to feel good.
Dropping the evidence of my tattered bikinis from my hands to the floors, I crawl onto the bed and rub my palms up his shins. He wiggles but doesn’t wake.
My knees dig into the mattress as I lean down and kiss his inner thigh. I continue up until I reach his large sack, his orbs round and heavy, full of come. I lather them with kisses too, being gentle as I apply a bit of pressure in the middle.
Whistler groans and I pause, lifting my eyes to see if he is awake.
Not yet.
I let go of his sack and drag my tongue along his shaft and he thrusts his hips into the air. “Cupcake,” he slurs in his sleep.
I grin, loving he is thinking of me in his dreams.
The V on his hips causes my mouth to water and I trace the ridges with my tongue, kissing along his ribcage, nipping at them which has him gasping, and then lastly, playing with his nipples.
His cock is rock solid and thick now. I place my wrist next to the awakening beast and my clit tingles when I see how it compares to the width.
I want him so much.
Clear precome is leaking onto his belly and he arches his hips, shallowly thrusting against my hand. He’s so beautiful and so much bigger than Kenneth.
Whistler is domineering where it counts, and I can’t wait to feel how good it can feel when used the right way.
I flatten my tongue along the side of his cock, then trace along the helmet, moaning around the glands which has his breath hitching. I gently rake my nails down his stomach, hips, and inner thighs. The headboard creaks as he jerks against the bikini strings binding his wrists. His biceps flex, the veins like lightning strikes down his arms, disappearing into his inner elbow.
Liquid heat gushes between my legs, and I hover over him, sliding my wet pussy across his length. A sound of delight escapes me, and I tease my fingers through the midnight black hairs across his chest.
He feels exquisite. The tip of him has my clit rolling against his width and I shudder. I’ve never taken my time before. I’ve never had the chance to explore. I pinch his nipples and his eyelids begin to flutter. Whistler is waking up.
I don’t have long before I’m caught red-handed.
Sliding up and down faster, I moan his name when I feel that familiar curl in my toes. I’m close, but I don’t want to come like this. I want to come with him inside me. I grip him by the base and lift myself onto my knees, gasping as the head parts my entrance, slowly stretching me.
With ease, I slide down him until I’m seated and feel his sack pressing against my ass. “Oh God,” I cry out as I adjust.
“Charlie?” his voice is groggy and full of sleep. He has a look on his face like he can’t believe he is seeing me. “Am I dreaming?” He yanks against the restraints and growls.
“It’s not a dream.” I arch my back and run my hands up my body until I’m cupping my breasts. “I wanted you, but I need you like this first.”
“Fuck yes, Cupcake. You can wake me up like this any damn day,” he says. “Are you going to use me up? You going to ride me until you come?”
I nod, whimpering as the promise of an orgasm causes me to rock my hips.
“So tight!” He throws his head back and the tendons in his neck protrude. “Fuck, Charlie. I’m not going to last. You feel too good. Oh, fuck me…damn it.” He tenses against the binds again and as I rock forward, my clit rubbing against the lower half of his belly as I begin to shake.
I’m so close. I never want this feeling to stop. I always want it. “You’re so big, Wesley. You stretch me until I can’t move.”
“Better fucking believe it. This cunt, this body, it’s all mine and it was meant to be mine. It only makes sense I take over.”
I begin a faster pace, rocking back and forth so hard that I have to grip onto his pecs for balance and leverage. “Oh, so good. I’m close.”
“So fast, Cupcake. You like this cock so much, you can’t wait to come all over it.”
I nod and take a deep breath in. “Oh. Wesley.” I ride him faster, needing to get over the edge. His balls spank my ass gently from the speed of our thrusts. I rake my nails down his chest as stars explode in my eyes and another orgasm surges through me. My hips stutter and eventually stop moving, spasming with every wave crashing into me.
“Wesley! Yes! Oh, fuck. Your cock is so good,” I moan as wanton pleasure possesses me. “I want more. Again. Please, again,” I say and begin fucking him like I did before.
Hard and fast.
“I want to touch you so bad,” he whines. “I can’t wait for the day where I can, but right now, I love seeing you on top of me, using me, fucking me the best I’ve ever been fucked.” He thrusts his hips into me, and his cock sinks deeper, pulling a cry from me.
I fall onto his chest. My nipples brush against his and his tongue flicks out along his bottom lip. The cinnamon depths of his irises hypnotize me. I caress his arms and circle my fingers around his wrists, using them to pull and push onto his cock for longer, deeper strokes.
“Wesley,” I whisper across his lips before taking them in a heated kiss. It’s sloppy. I’m too strung out on him and how he is creating euphoria in my body right now.
A primal growl shakes his core while he bites my bottom lip and tugs it with his teeth. “Take that cock, baby. Take it.” His eyes roll to the back of his head, and he lets my lip go with a soft plop.
I move against him, sweat gliding our chests together, and my fingers play with the knots in the strings binding his wrists. One tug and he’ll be free. I’ll be able to feel him hold me, press me against the bed, or hold me to his chest while he owns me with every press of his hips.
I want that so much. I want to feel completely taken over and possessed by Whistler. I want to be lost with no way out and no idea of where we begin and end.
Knowing I don’t have the courage to unbind him just yet, I sit up fully and turn around, riding him reverse cowgirl.
I groan from the change of position. He presses against a spot inside me that causes me to feel tender and receive a small bite of pain, but I love the pleasure that comes after it. I turn my head and press my chin on my shoulder to sneak a peek at his expression while I take him for a ride.
I’m close again.
His eyes are latched onto my ass, and he has sweat building along his upper lip. He snarls, showing his teeth while trying to break free. I’ve created an animal, and I’m sure if he really wanted to break the ties, he could, but he respects me enough not to.
“You’re so sexy, Cupcake, so fucking sweet. God, you’re perfect. The way you move…” he groans in frustration that ends on a needy sound similar to a cry. “I wish you could see what I see. Your pussy is taking my big cock inch my inch, leaving me soaked with your juices. I wish I could have a taste,” he tells me, thrusting into me from the bottom.
I drag my fingers along his shaft and stretch an arm back, thrusting the digits into his mouth. He sucks them greedily, licking them clean until there is none of me left.