by Diana Kane
“Isabella,” I growl, fighting the restraints. She tips her head up and looks at me, but doesn’t stop the work she is doing with the toy in her hands.
“Do you know what would be better than this?”
“My tongue in your pussy?” She smiles at my retort and pulls the toy away. I’m secretly praying to deities I don’t believe in that she will smother my face with her sex, and when she starts crawling up my body, I’m certain that she will. Only Isabella stops her progress with her sex lingering over my pubis. She angles the vibrator downward and starts grinding herself against it as she stares down at me. I was wrong before, this is worse than simply watching her. Now her skin is making contact with mine, and she is close enough that I can smell her excitement.
“Oh Sara,” she moans as her hips work faster, her nipples straining against the bra, her head dropping back and her eyes closing. Her free hand starts pinching and twisting her nipple, and that is when I know, she’s close, and she fully intends to make herself come while she straddles me. I’m powerless to help or stop her. Her muscles tighten, and her hips arch forward, but she’s much quieter than what I’m accustomed to her being.
“Sounds like I do a better job,” I taunt her when she finally opens her eyes. She presses the vibrator to my lips to further tease and silence me. I gladly clean her juices off it, desperate to taste or touch her by any means that I can, even if it’s indirectly. I groan as her flavor fully hits my taste buds, and Isabella greedily withdraws the toy. She switches it back on, and I think she will start pleasuring herself again, but she rolls it over one of my nipples and then the other, drawing them both to attention. She alternates between the two until my hips arch upward into her. My clit is throbbing when she finally climbs off of me. I watch her retreat back to the closet where she pulls on the harness and navy blue dildo, but when she turns back to me, I see that isn’t the only thing she’s bringing with her. In her right hand she holds my black leather riding crop. She drags the smooth leather along my leg, giving me playful swats as she moves higher and higher. She brings it up to my face, tilting my chin upward with it before resting it against my lips. I lock eyes with her making sure she knows that I’m not afraid, that nothing about this scares me. She slowly lowers the crop, letting it skim my flesh until she reaches my right nipple. She brushes the leather over my erect flesh before bringing the crop down on it. She moves to the left side and repeats her actions, causing me to groan as more moisture leaks out of me. She repeats this three times per nipple, until I am gasping for breath and bright red patches stand out against my areolae. She allows me to catch my breath as she teases my abdomen and sides with the leather, only giving playful swats here and there. Without warning, she winds up and smacks the side of my ass. The sting of the leather causing me to suck air through my clenched teeth, the pain only escalating my level of arousal. She does it again, and even though I can’t see her handiwork, I can feel the welts throbbing on the tender flesh. She trails the crop even lower, teasing it along my thighs and I know where she’s headed next. I don’t object. The soft taps of the leather against my labia echo through my body as my head falls back, the sensation of lightning shooting through my clit.
“Please, Isabella.” I can’t finish the thought, I’m so turned on that my synapses refuse to fire, my speaking ability has been disabled. Isabella smiles as she climbs back onto the bed, once again straddling me, the dildo lying against my stomach. Her hand reaches up and cups my face as she leans down to kiss me. It isn’t a rushed hungry kiss like I would expect. Instead, it’s slow and almost apologetic, which isn’t necessary. She slowly works her way down to my nipples and gently runs her tongue over them, as if it were leaving a soothing balm in its wake. She kisses her way lower and gently blows on my sex, causing me to lift my hips towards her mouth. Then she pounces, locking her mouth on my sex, rolling her tongue around my clit. I could come now if I allowed myself to, but I fight it, wanting this to last longer. Her tongue slides into my pussy and swirls. She moans as she tastes my desire and it reverberates through my body. My hips arch upward again, and Isabella knows to pull away. She turns and frees my ankles. My pussy pulses knowing she is finally going to fuck me. “Slow,” I tell her when she locks eyes with me, she doesn’t ask for clarification, she knows how turned on I am and anything but slow will end this too soon. Her fingers connect with my slit, gathering lubricant for the dildo. When she’s satisfied, she positions it at my entrance and looks at me.
“Ready?” I smile at her and nod that I am. She watches as she slowly slides the toy inside of me then drapes her body over mine, kissing me once she rests on her elbows. She breaks the kiss, rests her forehead against mine and slowly rocks her hips, pulling the toy out and then pushing it back in. Even the slightest movement of Isabella inside me has me on edge. She must sense it because she waits a few moments before doing it again. My nerves have calmed enough that it doesn’t threaten to end this, so I kiss her. She slowly builds her rhythm, our eyes staying locked on each other the entire time. The fire quickly rages in me, and this time I have no desire to fight it.
“Yes baby, more,” I command as I hook my legs around her ass, pulling her further into me each time I thrust my hips upward to meet her. I can feel the sweat drip off of her abdomen onto mine as her gaze blazes into me, her grunts turning me on even more. “Don’t stop,” I gasp as I feel the first signs of my orgasm set in. Isabella starts pounding into me, relentlessly bringing me to my peak, my body arching into her as I come, screaming out my bliss as she watches me. When I finally come down enough to comprehend what’s happening, Isabella is plying light kisses on my cheeks, lips, nose, and forehead. She gazes at me when my muscles stop twitching, withdrawing the toy without breaking our eye contact.
“I…,” she starts but stops herself or loses her thought. Her expression one I haven’t seen before. I want to encourage her to finish her thought, but I still haven’t found my voice. Her eyes leave mine as she frees my hands, and I can’t help but feel like a moment has been lost. I wrap my arms around Isabella and pull her to me, holding her as I try to regain some of my stamina. I feel totally spent, but there’s no way I plan to sleep before I give her a proper orgasm. Isabella is so still, her breathing so even, I wonder if she’s fallen asleep on top of me as my fingers trace a path over her back.
“Are you awake baby?” I whisper, not wanting to disturb her if she fell asleep. I feel the slight shake of her torso as she giggles against my shoulder. She turns her head and kisses me just below my ear.
“Of course. That just feels so good I don’t want to move.” She picks up her head to look me in the eyes, where I see pure mischief. “Plus I like having you underneath me,” she teases as she wiggles her hips, the toy still resting between my thighs.
“Alright Lotharia, time to let me up,” I announce, slapping her ass. She groans in protest but rolls off of me, sliding the harness off as I leave the comfort of the bed.
“Where are you going?” Isabella is crazy if she thinks I’m leaving her. I head to the closet and pull the french vanilla scented massage oil from the shelf. I turn and see Isabella reclining on the bed in the lingerie she wore for me, the lamp light casting a soft glow over her bronzed skin. I gaze upon her for a minute before turning back to the closet and grabbing a dental damn. There are few things at this point Isabella and I haven’t tried, but this is one of them.
“You look amazing, but I want you to take that off.” Isabella reaches behind her back and unclasps her bra, slowly sliding it down her arms and casting it aside as I slide back onto the bed, kneeling between her feet. I reach up and unhook the belt from the stockings before slowly sliding each one off, the sensation of my fingers against her skin feels electrifying. With the stockings off the only thing remaining is the belt. I run my fingertips up the outside of her legs as I make my way to the belt, my eyes locked on Isabella’s. Her lips part slightly as my light touch inches up her legs and runs over her hips. She lifts her bottom off of the bed as
I slide my hands around her and unclasp the hooks, removing the belt. I slide my body up over hers, letting our flesh connect at every opportunity.
“Why is the feel of your skin against mine so intense?” She whispers the question in my ear, sending chills down my spine.
“I don’t know,” I briefly plant my lips against hers, “but I feel it too.” I kiss her again, allowing this one to intensify when Isabella traces her tongue over my lips. “I thought it would dissipate, but it only seems to grow.” I skim my fingertips over her lips before kissing her one last time. “Roll over,” I instruct her. She smiles at me and obeys, allowing me to straddle her just below her shapely ass. She releases a soft murmur of pleasure as I run my hands over her back, depositing myself against her as I reach higher and higher. I pepper kisses over her exposed shoulder and up her neck until I reach her ear. “Don’t fall asleep on me baby,” I whisper.
“I won’t,” her muffled voice informs me. I slide back up to a sitting position, slowly working my hands down her back. I squirt some of the massage oil into my hands and rub them together to warm it before starting to massage Isabella’s shoulders.
“Mmmm.” Is the only sound that escapes Isabella. I keep rubbing her exquisite flesh, now glistening from the oil, and enjoy the sounds of her moans. I slowly work my way down her back, adding more oil when necessary, the vanilla scent of the oil mixing perfectly with her natural aroma, her moans letting me know she appreciates my efforts.
“You still with me baby?” I ask as my hands return to her shoulders. I lean down and kiss along her neck as my hands continue massaging her. She surprises me by turning her head and taking a handful of my hair to guide my lips to hers. Our kiss is drawn out, filled with emotion that reverberates throughout my body. Isabella tries to roll over, but I prevent it, wanting to continue what I had originally planned. Our lips part and I give her a shy smile before focusing my full attention on her back once again. I take my time working, this time rubbing the oil into her buttocks, causing Isabella to arch them into my hands. I lean in to run the tip of my tongue along the base of her spine, the scent of her excitement overtaking the sensual scent of the oil. I sit up and watch as I finally allow my hand to fall between her legs, gently caressing her outer lips. I repeat the tease time and again, loving the sounds of Isabella’s moans and feeling her try to push harder against my fingers. I finally relent and slip my fingers inside her folds where a large puddle of her desire greets me. She releases her loudest moan yet as I draw some of her fluid down, circling her nub a few times before softly flicking it.
“Yes,” Isabella pants as she arches into my fingers. I quickly switch to my left hand, which feels foreign yet necessary, and easily slide two fingers inside of Isabella. “Please fuck me,” she groans, as she pushes back, drawing my fingers further into her. I smile even though she can’t see it and slowly withdraw my fingers, collecting as much of her juices as I can. She groans in protest and attempts to move, but I steady her with my hand on her lower back. I slowly draw my soaked fingers up over her taint and gently massage her anus. I feel her tighten as she looks back at me.
“Relax. I’m going to fuck you, but what if I give you a rim job first?” I slowly lower my fingers down over her taint and draw them up again to circle around her tight hole, maintaining eye contact with her. “I’ll never do anything to you that you don’t want me to. If you aren’t ok with this or ready for it, just tell me, and I’ll stop.” Isabella turns and lowers her head again, a low moan escaping her as my fingers continue their gentle onslaught. Accepting this as consent I grab one of the pillows and reposition myself between her now spread legs. “Lift your hips,” I instruct. She quickly obeys, allowing me to slide the pillow beneath them. I unwrap the dental dam and spread her cheeks a little further with one hand as I place the barrier with the other. I place one hand on each of her cheeks as I lower myself, my shins resting on the footboard of my bed. I slip my tongue between Isabella’s folds, groaning as I taste her, continuing to lick upward over her taint and around her anus. I take my right hand and use my fingers to spread more of her juices on the barrier, wanting to taste Isabella as I do this. When the latex glistens with her mana, I reapply my tongue, savoring her flavor enough to moan against her. I feel her press back against me and know that she’s enjoying this. I continue my assault, gradually increasing my pace and the pressure I apply. When I can no longer taste Isabella, I move lower, licking upward again starting at her clit, stopping to stick my tongue in her pussy. “You taste so fucking good that I’ll never get enough of you,” I inform her before running my tongue back over her taint. This time when I reach her hole I run my tongue around it a few times before probing inward as I dig my fingers into her cheeks.
“Oh god,” Isabella purrs as she arches into me. I swirl my tongue around before withdrawing and inserting it again. I repeat this over and over and Isabella’s pelvis rocks back meeting my strokes. I quickly sink down again and lavish some brief attention on her clit before lapping up more of her juices and refocusing on her ass. This time I’m relentless, I want her to come so I can roll her over and fuck her. Her moans of pleasure have worked like a shot of adrenaline on me, I no longer remember feeling spent, now I just want to pleasure her time and again. I run my tongue over her repeatedly, letting her movements, moans, heavy breathing and words of encouragement fuel me. She buries her face in the mattress when she finally comes, her ass arching up as I continue probing and swirling around her. When her hips fall back onto the pillow, I toss the dental dam on the floor and lay my body over hers, linking my fingers through hers above her head. When her breathing steadies, I climb off of her and head to the closet grabbing the large red marbled dildo with the clit tickler extension. I return to the bed and grab the harness, dropping the previously used dildo to the floor and inserting my selection before I slip the harness on. Isabella eyes me as she rolls over, tossing the pillow from under her hips out of our way. I position myself between her spread legs and lower my mouth to her, needing to taste her again. I lavish attention on her clit, only stopping when I know she will come if I don’t. I sit up and start rubbing the head of the toy along her slit, her flooding juices providing ample lubrication, the tickler stimulating my clit with even the slightest movement of the dildo.
“I want to come with you baby,” I whisper as I position the tip against her entrance.
“Then lay down,” she orders, sitting up and putting her hands on my shoulders. I don’t even pause to think about it. I love watching Isabella ride me as I fuck her and she knows it. I feel a surge of wetness escape me as she swings her leg over me and positions her entrance over the toy. I grip the shaft in one hand as I run my fingertips over her torso. I watch as she slowly lowers herself onto me, the toy filling her. She leans down and kisses me once she is fully astride me, allowing herself to adjust to the fullness. The kiss continues as she slowly starts working herself on the shaft, the movement stimulating my clit, causing us to moan into each other’s mouths as our tongues probe and swirl. My hands grip Isabella’s hips as I slide my knees up allowing me to thrust into her a little more, each thrust increasing our pleasure.
“Hold on baby, we can make this better.” Isabella is panting as she slides off of the toy. I quickly get on my knees and pull her to me. She wraps her arms around my neck, and I guide the toy back inside her.
“Mmm, Sara,” she moans, her nipples rubbing against my lips. Each of her thrusts sends a shockwave into my throbbing clit. I work my hips with her, grinding over the tickler as she raises and lowers herself on the shaft. When I know I’m getting close I start stimulating her clit with my thumb as I pull one of her bouncing nipples into my mouth. “Fuck baby, don’t stop!” Isabella starts working the shaft even faster, and I feel my own orgasm threaten to take hold. She lowers her hand to my breast and starts roughly pulling and twisting my nipple. “I’m going to come, baby. Fuck me harder and let go with me.” I drive into her as hard as I can while continuing to stimulate her clit. H
er nipple slips free from my lips as my climax sets in. We scream each other’s names as we both come, our muscles clenching as we cling tightly to one another. We hold each other until the trembling stops, neither of us saying a word.