He pulls me down to him and kisses me. One hand has already found my hair and has wrapped around it, and the other hand is circled around my waist, pulling me closer. The only thing separating us is the thin scrap of my panties and his white boxer briefs. He flips me so I’m on my back, all while continuing to kiss me. My hand fists his hair and his palm slides to my neck, his thumb by the pressure point by my collarbone. He warned me already that he likes it rough, but I don’t know what to expect.
With the hand around my neck he turns my face away from his and kisses my ear, nipping my lobe, then down and down, his palms moving between the valley of my breasts and then lower as his lips follow. When he finds my nipple and bites a little harder than I was expecting, my body arches off the bed, but he pushes me down with the hand that has been working itself into my underwear. I know now he has full control of my body.
Completely.
Most of his body is draped on top of me. One of his legs is entwined with one of mine, his teeth are nipping my nipple, he has one hand at the nape of my neck, and the other is now just finding my wet pussy.
“Let me move. I want to be an active participant.” I moan into his mouth. “But…oh, God!” I groan as he slides one finger back and forth, not yet entering me and doing everything so lightly and skillfully I’m about to lose my mind with need.
“I have you figured out,” he says between nips and licks on my torso, under my breasts, on my nipples. “You have control issues. That’s why you panic. I also have control issues, and this is one place you’re not going to be in control. So you pick, Katherine. You clear your mind, let go, and let me do what I know will make you feel good. Focus solely on my mouth, my hands, my fingers…” He moves his hand lower, slides just one finger inside me, and crooks it in a way that makes my mind spin. “Or, option two, you overthink it and you end up having an anxiety attack and we both spend the night with a hard cock and wet pussy and no relief. What do you pick? Because there’s no option in this equation where I let you take charge. Your only active participation will be to feel. I want full control of your body and mind.”
“Feel. I pick feel. Option one.” I reach down and push his hand closer to my pussy. I need more friction, but he stops. Stops everything. Takes his hand out and moves away.
“What? Why did you stop? I picked option one!”
“Really? You said option one, but then you pushed on my hand in an attempt to take control,” he says, his eyes feral.
“Sorry. I didn’t even realize it. Keep going. Don’t stop. Please.” I’m begging and I can’t seem to feel any shame in that. He moves in between my legs and slides my panties down my legs.
“I’ve been waiting for a long fucking time, Katherine. I’ve been patient. I don’t mind being patient with you. But you have to give me this.” His voice is so serious I’m not sure if he’s turned on or mad. “Grab the slats on the headboard, close your eyes, and don’t let go. You let go and I’m tying you up.”
Tying me up?
Oh God. The warmth in my belly is now a raging fire.
I do what he says, and he lowers himself on the bed and pushes my thighs apart. I’ve never been this exposed before. He rubs his beard up along the inside of one thigh, at the apex of my legs, and then down on the other leg. I’m so worked up I don’t know what to do; I think I might come just from the intensity of his stare. Using only his mouth, because his hands are holding my thighs apart, he slides his tongue up and down my pussy.
“I can’t get enough of this cunt, Katherine.” He knows I don’t like that word, but right now, the dirty word, the tongue, the beard, his breath…I’m one nerve ending away from combusting. He flicks his tongue and sucks on my clit, still just with his mouth, until I’m coming undone and I need more. I need him inside me. But instead, he stops!
And I’m supposed to not move.
Oh. My. God.
He hops off the bed, reaches for his dresser, and pulls out a condom.
Of course. A condom.
He pushes his boxers down. His cock, his very thick, very erect cock, is jutting out in front of him and I can’t help but stare. He rips open the foil square while he walks back to the bed as if he has all the time in the world. Slowly he slides it on his dick and tips his chin toward my fingers, which are clinging to the headboard as instructed. “Good girl,” he says with an eyebrow cocked upward in a way that exudes sex appeal. And then he’s on top of me again. He has his hands on my thighs, spreading me, and without touching himself he begins the slow torture of sliding inside me. It’s as if his cock is drawn to me and knows exactly where home is. And then he’s inside, all the way in, and we both moan in ecstasy as we feel those sensations.
This is what he was saying earlier, to just feel. And feel I do. I’m feeling every single inch of him inside me. And he doesn’t move quickly or frantically. He moves in and out slowly, with purpose. His eyes home in on my greedy pussy. “Fuck,” he groans. Then he leans down and pinches and pulls on my nipples, which seem to have a direct line to my pussy, because it contracts against his dick. He groans again.
“Nico…” I have my eyes on him, but his eyes are on our connection still. As if my words wake him up, he refocuses his attention on my face.
“What do you need, baby?”
“More. Harder. Faster. I don’t know!” I moan.
“I got this,” he says, but he doesn’t give me more. He doesn’t go harder. He doesn’t go faster. He continues that aggravatingly slow sensual pace that is making me crazy. It’s as if my five senses have all converged in my pending orgasm and that’s all I can think about. I can taste, hear, feel, see, and even smell release.
“Let me see you touch your tits,” he commands, and in my foggy haze I process that and then proceed to do as he says. I can feel him swell inside me. “Open up,” he demands, and pushes his thumb into my mouth. “Wet it good.” And I do, my hands still on my breasts, his dick still moving agonizingly slowly. Then he lowers his wet thumb to my clit and begins to rub it over and over again. My orgasm detonates as my body contracts around him, and I’m sure I must have said a thousand incoherent things as I mewl and groan around the most intense orgasm of my life. And the man didn’t change pace even a little. As soon as I stop panting, I look at him.
“Fucking beautiful,” he says, and the mood shifts. He pulls out, flips me onto my stomach, and roughly pushes my face into his bazillion-thread-count sheets. With my ass high in the air, my arms behind my back, and his hand gripping them, he plunges into me again. This time it’s not slow. It’s hard and rough and I understand that he was giving me what I needed before—to make my brain tune everything out but the sensations. Now he is taking what he needs, and he needs it hard and rough and oh so damn good. I feel the sting of his hand on my ass, which surprises the hell out of me, but it isn’t unwelcome. Then he leans in, his whole entire body pressing mine further and further into the mattress. His fist wraps around my hair and he pulls as his other hand digs into my wrists, which he is still holding behind my back. Unbelievably, I feel another orgasm starting to surface.
“Come with me, Katherine.” It isn’t a request, it’s a command, and my body is his to direct, because in a noiseless, blinding white light, both our bodies stiffen and we come at the same time with a final grunt from him.
“Jesus,” he murmurs into my neck, his weight on me. He pushes hair off my shoulder and kisses it. “Be right back,” he says as he pulls out of me to take care of the condom.
—
It’s early morning, and we’re both lying on the bed. My head is dangling off the foot of the bed and his head’s on the opposite side.
“How’d I end up over here?” I ask, running my nails up and down his calf.
“Don’t know, but you wore me out, woman.” He slaps my ass as he gets out of bed.
“Ow!” I yelp, and he kisses my stinging butt cheek.
“Be right back.”
Unabashedly, I watch him walk away and slightly drool at the two
dimples right above his ass. All that paddleboarding and swimming is working for him. When he reaches down and grabs his boxers, all his back muscles bunch as he works to slip them on.
He comes back a moment later holding two crystal flutes and a bottle of champagne.
I sit up on the bed, holding the blanket up. “What’s this?”
“I’ve been waiting to open this for a long time. It was my dad’s, one of his distributors gave it to him years ago for being his best client.” Careful not to pour it on the bed, he fills one flute, licking the glass to save the drops that fizz out. He hands it to me and repeats it with the other flute, coming to sit down on the bed with me. We’re both in the middle of the bed, the sheet I was holding long forgotten, but I can’t find it in myself to feel embarrassed at my nudity.
“What are we toasting to?” I ask.
“To you,” he says. “My sweet Katherine, who braved the mean streets of Miami—”
“In your muscle car,” I add.
“In my clunker,” he says with a smirk. “And then endured my tongue in her mouth in the treacherous elevator just so that she can have my glorious cock in her magnificent pussy.”
I laugh at his ridiculous toast. “You’re crazy.”
“Only about you, baby,” he says, the humor gone from his tone. “Seriously, though. I’m proud of you.”
Smiling, I take a sip of the champagne. “Oh, wow. This is good.”
“Glad you like it. I’ve been saving it for a special occasion. You in my bed, your pussy for breakfast, followed by champagne. Sounds special to me.”
“I’m not much of a drinker, but I can get used to this. Maybe I’ll order a case.”
“Yeah?” he says as he takes a drink. “This is a Moët et Chandon Dom Perignon White Gold. It’ll probably set you back about twenty-five hundred dollars a bottle.”
As I gasp, the liquid goes down the wrong windpipe and I start coughing. He takes the glass from my hand, puts it down, and pats my back, laughing the entire time. “So, an entire case?”
“Shut. Up,” I squeak out between gasps. “I can’t believe you let me drink something that expensive! Naked!” He is now doubled over laughing. I pull his beard. “You shouldn’t laugh at a naked woman on your bed. This deserves, I don’t know…an evening gown or something. Not lying here being lazy.”
“Nah, this is exactly how it’s meant to be drunk.”
When the giggles die down, I ask, “Do you have any plans for today?”
“Nothing that can’t wait. You?”
“Same.”
“Want to hang out?” I say.
“Depends. You did a big thing last night. What are you going to do today? One thing that scares you…what will it be today?”
“I think hanging out here is enough. Don’t you?”
“No, I don’t,” he says seriously. “How about lunch outside? In a restaurant by the beach?”
“Wow.” I grab the flute and down the champagne. “It’s too many things too fast.”
“I think you’re doing great. You’ve done so many things already. Push yourself to do it. I know you can. Hesitating or holding back—that’s your knee-jerk reaction. But once you do take that big step, don’t you feel so much better? It’s never as bad as you think.”
“I don’t know, Nico.”
“Tell you what. Let’s have breakfast. You can hang out, make yourself at home. I’ll go for a run. When I get back, if you’re still feeling okay, we’ll revisit this conversation, okay?”
As he gets up, I say, “Okay. We’ll revisit.”
Nico
On the way back from my morning run, I stop at a little souvenir shop around the corner from my building and buy Katherine a dress. I don’t want her using lack of clothes as an excuse.
Walking into my apartment to see Katherine lying on her stomach on my couch reading a book on her phone, wearing just one of my T-shirts, is something I want to experience over and over again. She’s so absorbed in her book that she doesn’t notice when I approach and stand right in front of her face. Reaching across the length of her body, I pull her shirt up, exposing her ass. “Didn’t hear you come in,” she says, sounding breathy.
In order to feel her pussy I have to really reach, putting my cock right to her face, her chin resting on the arm of the sofa. “May as well open up, sweet Katherine,” I say, tapping her mouth, which is mere inches from my cock. Being the good girl that she is, she doesn’t hesitate to open right up, and I slowly guide my cock into her mouth with one hand while the other moves past her ass to her pussy.
“Fuck,” I grunt, pumping in and out with my hips as she moans around my dick. I don’t want to come in her mouth, so before I’m too far gone in ecstasy, I pull out of her and push myself away.
“Hey!” she says, pouting. “We weren’t done.”
I don’t bother answering her as I run to my bedroom to grab a little surprise and also to roll on a condom as I jog back to her.
“On your knees on the sofa,” I demand, and I help her quickly get into the position I want her in, knees on the couch facing away from me. She looks over her shoulder at me and her smile slips away. “Wait! What’s that?”
“Let’s have some fun,” I say, dangling a pair of leather cuffs. “Turn around and link your hands behind you.”
“Nico…” she says apprehensively. Pressing my body against her back, I reach between her and the couch and rub her clit slowly.
“Don’t you trust me?” I cup her throat with one hand and kiss behind her ear as my finger works on getting her as wet as I can. It’s but a tease, and she needs more. I squeeze her throat a little. “Tell me, sweet Katherine.”
“I—I do.”
“I’m only cuffing your wrists together. I’m not tying you to anything,” I whisper into her ear, and follow with a lick down her long neck. She’s so lost in lust she just nods her head.
I take both her hands and strap her wrists together. I nudge her thighs open with my knee and slide my cock in. She’s so wet, it doesn’t take any effort. My knees are on the couch too, right behind her, and I pump slowly in and out, holding her upright by her throat, using my free hand to pinch her nipples hard. “You like that,” I say when she clenches hard around me. She’s flushed and sweaty and all mine, completely trapped with my body around her as I fuck her relentlessly. When I let go of her nipples I wrap my fist around her hair and pull down, forcing her head to the side so that I can kiss her. I can feel her fingers by my stomach, her nails trying to grab for me, but she is bound and can’t move. I’m pulling her hair hard, amazed she isn’t telling me to stop, and water is coming out of her eyes, but she’s not crying. She is completely lost in the moment and unable to move. I keep fucking her and kissing her, sucking her tongue into my mouth in an awkward but erotic kiss since her face is turned to the side.
When her body begins to shake, I know she’s ready to come. I let go of her hair and move my hand around to her clit. Two flicks of my fingers later, she’s exploding around my dick with such a fierce grip that I push hard against her one last time before I come myself. I swear, I think I see stars.
“Fuck!” I groan, a sweaty heap on top of her. “That was intense.” I kiss her cheek and pull away, unstrapping the cuffs in the process.
“Amazing!” she says breathlessly. “Sex with you is amazing.”
I laugh and rub her wrists. “You okay?”
“More than okay.”
“Shower with me?”
She nods. Needless to say, we miss lunch altogether.
—
It took a lot of convincing, but we’re sitting at a Cuban restaurant a block from my apartment.
“So proud of you for doing this. You feel okay?” I ask as we finish eating. She’s so sexy in that short flowy dress I picked up earlier.
“I’ll admit I almost popped a Xanax, but I wanted to be awake for this.”
“Really? You seemed relaxed when we walked in.”
“Relaxed?” She laughs.
“I don’t even remember what that feels like. I’m good at hiding my emotions sometimes. I’m far from relaxed.”
“Why didn’t you say something? It’s not too late to use your safe word. I’ll pay and we’ll get out of here. I don’t want you to stay if you feel that bad.”
“I may be far from relaxed, but I’m nowhere near using the safe word either. I’m somewhere in the middle. Dinner was great, and this mojito helped,” she says, finishing up the last of her drink. “Thanks for pushing me to do this.”
“Not even a thing, baby.” I smile at her from across the table. Though we’re sitting outside, we’re far away enough from the street, and being that it’s early for the mostly nocturnal crowd, the restaurant is relatively empty.
By the time we finish our dessert, Katherine’s leg has stopped bobbing up and down and she’s not biting her lip any longer. “It’s intoxicating, isn’t it?”
I’m looking at her when I say, “Yes, it is.”
She opens her eyes and turns her head. Her eyes soften when she sees I’m talking about her. “I meant the smell of the ocean.”
When we rise from the table, I lace my fingers with hers and pull her toward my apartment, since we walked here. But she has a different idea. She stops me, looking scared but determined all at once. “You think we can walk to the beach?”
I’m shocked, but I don’t question it. I make a right and we walk down the block toward the boardwalk. It’s early evening and the sun’s about to set. We couldn’t have planned it better if we’d tried. It’s that perfect. “Come on,” I say, kicking off my shoes and helping her out of hers. She hesitates for a moment, but then I see her look down and wiggle her toes in the sand, and there’s an expression of awe on her face.
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