Advertising for Love by Elisabeth Roseland

as she sucked her way back to the tip. “I think you’ve got two of them in you.”
    Greg’s hips bucked, and she clambered between his legs, holding his body down with her hands. “Damn, baby. You’re serious about this.” His eyes grew wide in anticipation.
    “You bet I am.” She took him deep into her throat, licking him again as she came up for air. “You’re not going anywhere.”
    Greg arched his back as Aisha consumed him deeply, relishing his salty taste and the hard smoothness of his cock against her tongue. She sucked him slowly at first, and then faster. He touched her hair and stroked it. She used her tongue to caress him, making sure to rim him under the edge of the tip of his cock as she pulled out. Greg’s hips moved in tandem with her motion, thrusting himself deep inside her. Aisha heard the tempo of his breath increase, and his hand curled up into a fist, gripping her hair instead of stroking it.
    Aisha sucked hard one last time, releasing him with a loud pop. “Oh, no,” she said in response to the question in Greg’s eyes. “You’re not coming yet. It’s too soon.” She then ran her tongue quickly over his balls. Greg shuddered. “We’re just getting started.”
    Aisha got off of the bed and went over to her closet. Hanging on a rack on the door were several scarves. She took three of them and held them up. Greg raised one eyebrow. “What are you going to do with those?”
    “You’ll see.”
    Greg didn’t take his eyes off her as she made her way back to him. “Scooch up some,” she commanded. Greg obliged, moving closer to the headboard. “Arms up.” Greg lifted his arms above his head. Aisha took one of the scarves and tied it around his wrist. She then threaded the other end through one of the slats in the headboard and secured it tightly. She did the same thing with the other scarf before picking up the third.
    Greg’s eyes glowed with excitement. “Where’s that one going?”
    Aisha held it up and smiled. “Here.” She brought it down around his eyes and blindfolded him. “Can you see anything?”
    “No.”
    “Good.” Aisha surveyed his naked, restrained body. His shoulders and pecs flexed in response to the position of his arms, and his abs rippled like a washboard as he breathed. His hard cock jutted upward between his powerful thighs, begging her to do something with it. “Perfect,” she whispered.
    Aisha bent down and teased his lips with her tongue before kissing him deeply. Greg exhaled as his mouth matched her passion, his arms straining slightly against his restraints. She broke the kiss and nibbled her way down his body, stopping to scrape his nipples with her teeth. Greg made a hissing noise and his abs clenched, his body jerking slightly. “Now you know how I feel.” She continued to move downwards and traced the hills and valleys of his abs with her tongue.
    Greg jumped. “That tickles.”
    “Mm hmm. It does, doesn’t it?” Aisha flicked the tip of her tongue into his bellybutton and chuckled when he jumped again. Back down at his enticing cock, she took its considerable length into her mouth. Greg groaned when she cupped his balls and sucked hard. She moved her head up and down, each time moving a little faster and making the suction a bit harder. His fingers splayed as he tried to reach out to her.
    “You can’t touch me,” she teased, blowing softly on his balls. His whole body trembled in response to the rush of unexpected air. “Your dick is just too good,” she mumbled, her face close to the base, hoping that Greg could feel her words as well as hear them.
    “R-really?” he stammered.
    “Mm hmm. I have to have more.” Aisha reached up into her nightstand and pulled out a condom. She unwrapped it and put it on him. “Do you want to give me more?” She straddled him, positioning her pussy a few inches above his cock.
    “Yes.” His voice was barely audible.
    “I can’t hear you.”
    “Yes,” he said, increasing his