“I’m good.Good.”
I steady my own voice as my fingers slide over my pussy. I’m soaking wet. “How do your wrists feel?” I askhim.
“Fine. They’refine.”
“Good.” My eyes close then, as I start to finger my clit. Jesus, it’s been awhile. I’ve been busy. I rub and pinch myself until I hit that dangerous pace that will bring on my first orgasm without Silas’s help. I don’t want that. I open my eyes and look down at him as I push two fingers into my tight cunt. I can’t help but wince. Still it feels so good. I stop fucking myself, and reach down and wrap my fingers around Silas’sdick.
His erection jumps in my hand, but he keeps it together as I line the head of his cock up with my entrance. I tease us both for a few seconds, rubbing him against my opening and my clit before I slowly lower myself onto him. I have to convince myself not to come the moment he starts to fill me up. His dick is fucking perfect. Perfect length, perfect thickness. It’s hard not to choke Silas at least three times a day. It just so happens that the man who drives me nuts just happens to come with the dick of mydreams.
Inch by inch, I take him with ease. I turn my head to the side and let a deep breath out through my nose. It’s too much. It feels too damngood.
Slowly, I rock my hips forward just a little. He only slides out an inch or so before I slide back down and take him even deeper. I have to go slow. He’s sobig.
“Shiitt.” Silas groans. I know that groan and I don’t blame him because I’m right there with him. I am pathetically close to coming all over his lap, but not yet. My eyes snap and I fix him with a deadlystare.
“Don’t come. Don’t you dare come until I say so. Think about farm equipment and next quarter’s sales projections if you haveto.”
“I can hold off, just don’t—don’tstop.”
“Trust me. I’m not planning to.” I stop trying to be some sort of strong willed sex goddess and start riding him for real because I can manage to take him to the base. I sit forward and brace myself with my hand on his chest and grind my hips up and down. I want this to last. I want to feel this good all night. I want to bask in the rush of endorphins as his cock massages my g-spot over and over again, but we don’t always get what we want. Instead, something in me breaks and I start riding him like a mad woman. I come once, hard and fast, clenching around him as my eyes squeeze shut and my nails dig into his skin. I hear his moans joining mine as he thrusts up, but he’s not finished. He’s just reveling in itall.
I come down a bit. It’s not enough. I want more. My body needs more. Part of me regrets tying him up, not enough to untie him though. I take a moment to catch my breath, swearing to myself as I rest my head on his shoulder and let the throbbing in pussysubside.
“How are you holding up?” I ask as I nuzzle his beard with my lips. He turns his head a bit, but he can’t quite reach my lip withhis.
“I gotta come,” he says. He drops his head back on the pillow and groans. I feel his cock twitch inside of me, but he still holding back. I have to put him out of his misery. I sit up and start to grind my hips again. I come again, almost instantly, but I keep going, riding the pulses of pleasure as my hips rock back and forth, hard. I tell him to come. Whisper it a first and then I say it louder to make sure he hears me. He doesn’t respond. He just lets out another harsh groan and starts pumping his hips off the bed. He catches my rhythm instantly, but I’m not prepared. He almost bounces me off thebed.
“Jesus,” I screech, but it’s definitely a cry of pleasure. He’s hitting it from a completely new angle. I reach over him for the headboard to steady myself and let him do what he will. Something in him snaps and whatever composure he was holding on to completely falls away and it’s the sexiest fucking thing I’ve ever seen. Silas’s teeth digging into his bottom lip as he pounds me into next week. I know I said I wouldn’t let it happen, but damn if it doesn’t feel so fucking good. Before I can stop myself I’m squirting all over his lap. My hand shoots between my legs as if that’ll do a damn thing to stop me from coming again andagain.
“Oh fuck!” he says a few moments a later and I feel it, him filling the condom inside me as I baredown.
I quickly untie both his wrists while I’m still on top of him and then fall onto my back on the covers. My arm flops over my eyes. My body is still going through a sensory overload. I’m still twitching. The dim lamp light is too much for me tohandle.
“I figure most of these women you tried to date before never got to the sex portion of things, did they?” I ask, but Silas doesn’t answer me right away. And then I realize after a minute or so of silence Silas isn’t answering me atall.
“Hey,” I say as I open my eyes. Silas stands and walks into the bathroom, still not sayinga
word. I hear the toilet flush and he’s back a few moments later, still saying nothing. He doesn’t even look at me as he digs up a fresh pair of boxers and gets back in bed. He lays right on top of the wet spot I’ve created like he doesn’t care. I roll toward him. Still nothing. He’s staring at theceiling.
“What’s wrong?” Iask.
He shoves his hands behind his head. His wrists are a little red, but they won’t bruise. I forget all about his fucking wrists when he finally answers me. “I didn’t likeit.”
“You didn’t likeit?”
“No. I liked it. I mean, I came really hard. I think I popped a blood vessel on the side of my head. I loved it. You’re good at it. You’re good at sex,” he says. “I just didn’tlike.”
My mouth falls open. I close it. It pops open again. I try to process what he just said and I’m pretty sure I hallucinated the whole thing. “I—I’m… not surewhat—”
“I wanted to touch you,” he says, turning his head toward me. “I think about touching you all the fucking time. I wanted to touch youmore.”
“Oh.” That’s not what I was expecting. “How about this? Since you followed instructions so well.” I reach up for his hand. He’s confused for a moment, but rolls toward me as I put his hand on my right breast. I palm my hand over his and show him how I like it. He catches on, but I leave my hand where itis.
“Can you at least let me see them?” I just came so hard not minutes ago, but the way he asks, his voice all deep and earnest, makes my clit swell again. Without thinking I reach up and pull one of the straps of my dress down. The top is snug enough that I don’t need to wear a bra with it. My breast falls into his hand. I hold still as he picks up with the gentle massaging without my guided assistance, and it becomes harder to keep my cool when his thumb strokes over mynipple.
“Is that better?” Iask.
“Kindof.”