by Mason, Jude
She flung the crop to the floor and knelt before him, struggling to unfasten his ankles from the spreader bar. His cock was so near, she could have engulfed it without moving anything but her head, but she refused him that pleasure. When she rose to her feet, she was trembling, wanting him, needing him.
She walked, as calmly, and as regally as she could manage to the pulley handle and spun it. His arms dropped.Then he was free.
He took her in his arms, and while his body trembled uncontrollably, he whispered, "Don't let me go."
His heartbeat thumped wildly against her ear. She gazed up into his eyes, wide unblinking eyes that she could have gladly drowned in. "I won't. I want you, too."
He lowered his face to hers and brushed her lips with his. Breaths intermingled as tongue flicked across tongue. Her naked breasts flattened against his muscular chest, both sets of nipples taut. He finally pulled away, and smiled down at her. "I never dreamed I'd want that, or need it."
"An acquired taste maybe." She smiled, and added, "I'm glad you do." "Me too," he kissed her lightly again. "Can I take you to bed now?" Taking his erection firmly in hand, she whispered, "I thought you'd never ask."
Chapter Ten
With ease, he lifted her into his arms. Naked, he carried her from the room and across the sunlit living room. The door to her bedroom loomed ahead, and with a gentle kick of his foot, he pushed it open. "May I?" he murmured. Cynthia laughed. "You better, or I'll have to punish you again." "I might like it," he chuckled and entered the room. His arms around her tightened for a second, as if he wanted to hold her in his arms forever. Stopping at the foot of her bed, he sighed and lowered her to her feet. Even then, he didn't release her. His hands trailed down her back, and his face moved close. He pulled her tight to his chest. Every contour of his body conformed to hers. Still slick with sweat, his belly with its ridges of muscles, pressed hard against her softer tummy, and his erection gloriously prodded at her thigh. His eyes seemed unnaturally bright, and then the lids drifted over them. His lips brushed against hers.
She slid her hands around his back and downward. The smooth, damp skin of his ass, more than filled her palms. She squeezed and pulled him even closer.Their kiss deepened. Lips eased apart, her tongue flicked across his and teased them open. His breath mingled with hers as he exhaled. Tongues intertwined and danced, body heat rose, as they caressed each other.The leather suddenly became a hindrance.
She pulled away. "Turn down the bedding, then help me get out of this leather."
He looked at her, and for a moment, it was like he didn't understand what she'd said. He shuddered. "Right. Christ, I'm ready to explode."
Cynthia eased out of his arms and turned her back. It didn't take long for him to get the message. Instead of the easy zipper at the front, she offered him the leather lacing at the back that held the corset together. There came a gentle tug, and then the soft whipping sound of lace being pulled through the eyelets. Another followed, and he soon had a rhythm going, tug, whip, tug, whip—and the slow descent down her back. The leather fell away, and the chill of the air made her shiver. His hands slipped around her and cupped her sweat-damp breasts. His thumbs rubbed across her nipples, and it took all of her determination not to allow him his way.
Taking a deep breath, she pushed his hands away and took a step ahead. Turning, she smiled up at him, and said, "Panties."
His gaze drifted down over her plump, white breasts and belly, coming to rest on the tiny thong. He dropped to his knees, erection bouncing, and reached for the sides of the thong. He tugged downward, and she wriggled. The tiny, damp, leather covering peeled away from her pussy. As he pulled the straps down her legs, his face got even closer to the tiny thatch of pubic hair she'd left. "One lick," she whispered as she stepped out of the thong. He looked up at her, a surprised look on his face. But, he didn't say
a word, just looked back at her pussy. She eased her feet apart, allowing a glimpse of her slit and the puffy inner lips. He leaned forward and flicked his tongue out. The tip connected with her clit, and it was as if he'd shot a bolt of electricity through her. The groan was hers, guttural, deep. She shuddered. Her orgasm lurked just a breath away.
"On the bed." Her voice didn't even sound like her. It was rough and deep, and full of desire.
A few moments later, she stood naked at the foot of the bed and he lay stretched out on his back across the crisp white sheet. The erection she ached to touch and taste, pointed towards his chin.
"Hold your cock out for me," she said, and smiled when he eagerly reached down for his shaft. She saw the muscles in his thighs tense as his fingers wound firmly around the base. The long, fat column twitched, and a thick drop of clear fluid oozed from the tip.
Cynthia struggled against the urge to rush ahead. Creeping onto the foot of the bed, she crawled towards him. Rather than move beside him, she straddled his legs, first with her arms and then with her knees. She inched higher, forearm and thigh brushing his body. When she reached his mid-section, she leaned down and kissed his hip. Her cheek brushed his hand. Looking up, she saw him staring down at her, a feverish, wideeyed glint in his eyes. Holding his gaze with her own, she kissed his flesh again. The fine hair tickled her lips and she shuddered. "Please." he whispered. His hand moved against the side of her face, but she refused to look. "Please what?" she asked. She felt like she was going to explode and she knew he was there as well. She could hardly catch her breath. Her pussy clenched. She lowered herself until her slick folds barely touched his shin. Arching her back, she rubbed against him, a bitch in heat, a woman in need.For an instant her eyes closed, the pleasure almost more than she could bear. Her hips lunged ahead and her soft wetness dragged lusciously along his shin bone.
"Please, I want you." His voice was almost unrecognizable. He took a deep, shuddering breath. "I need to give you pleasure, my lady."
Cynthia opened her eyes, and turned her head. The tip of his cock touched her lips. Opening her mouth, she took the swollen head between her lips and delicately ran her tongue over the slit. The tang made her mouth water, and she instinctively sucked it in.
"Oh God!" His hand tightened and another drop of pre-come oozed onto her tongue.
She felt him pulse against her lips. He was close. She knew that if she kept it up much longer, he wouldn't be able to control the climax so precariously near to erupting. Even so, she couldn't stop from taking hold of his balls, just for a moment, and giving them a gentle squeeze.
When she removed her mouth and glanced up at him, she had to fight to keep from laughing. His mouth hung open and his eyes were squeezed shut, as if he was trying to block out what she was doing to him.
She crawled ahead, until her knees framed his hips. Rising up, she held her pussy above his groin. "Rub your cock against me." She wanted to be close when he entered her.
He groaned, but a moment later, his prick touched her. Tentatively, just the careful rubbing of a man too close to completion to tempt more; he eased his cock between her slick labia. When he connected with her clit, she lurched forward. Her hands found his shoulders, the nails taking purchase a little too deep for comfort, but she was past the ability to judge.
"Yes," he hissed and his hips jerked. Sawing back and forth, his prick dragged between her nether lips in a gentle fucking motion.
Sweat dripped down her sides. Her thighs tightened, and then trembled, as her pleasure mounted. Unable to stop herself, she reached down and pulled his hand from his cock. "Mine, now," she growled and replaced his hand with hers. Like a woman possessed, she positioned herself over him, and with a sigh of satisfaction, impaled herself.
"Yes, yours," he echoed her growl. His hands went to her hips, and with a strength that surprised her; he lifted her slightly. Then, with ease, he moved in her. Thrusting in and out, slowly enough to make her crazy for more, he made love to her. She sobbed for release, and was quickly joined by his more masculine grunting. She clawed at his shoulders as he teased her by making her lower body move in
a circular motion, his prick stirring her in the most delicious of ways. "Faster," she urged, desperate to come. He responded, and thrust more forcefully into her. His fingers dug into her hips as he plunged in and out, faster with each stroke. His pelvis collided with her clit, and sent her skyrocketing into bliss. Gasping, sobbing with months of pent up desires, she climaxed. Flashing lights cascaded behind her eyes, her breathing forgotten, as a million sensations took over.
He lunged in hard, and held her against him as his own release erupted deep inside. She felt him pulse, then again, as he too gasped his pleasure.
When she remembered to breathe, Caleb's eyes opened. Smiling, panting, he released her hips and moved his hands up to her arms. He stroked her from shoulder to elbow, and then pulled her down on top of him. For her part, she went willingly. Her head resting against his chest, his heart pounding for a few moments more then slowed to a deep thumping against her ear.
"Thank you, my lady." He stroked her back and kissed her softly on the shoulder.
She turned her head around and looked into his eyes. "You're mine now."
"Yes, I know," he said softly. "But, do you also know, you're mine?" "Of course. I wouldn't have it any other way." "I'll put that cover on the light switch." "It can wait. We need to talk about what's next." "I was hoping you'd say that.Do I need a schedule?" Laughing, Cynthia leaned forward and brushed his lips with hers. "Maybe."
About the Author
Born and raised on the West coast of Canada, Jude Mason continues to live there with her husband, their dog and their cat. She is the author of several erotic shorts and novels. Readers may visit her site at http://www.my-haven2001.com for more information.
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