the time she returned to his groin, his white-knuckled hands were grasping the sheets and his hips involuntarily jolted towards her in anticipation. His arms went to hold the iron-framed headboard, to brace himself.
Sarah breathed lightly on his flexing erection. ‘Now, what do you say?’
Tom just moaned. Delicately, she licked him, then pulled back. Still straddling him, she went to lap at his lips, taunting him so he lifted his head up, which allowed her to deftly slip a thick pillow under it.
‘Have you been a good boy? I don’t think you have. I think you have been a very, very naughty boy, teasing me so much.’ Tom groaned out his agreement, his eyes fluttering open. She slunk up the bed and whispered in his ear, ‘So you’d better watch.’
He laughed hoarsely. ‘You think I can keep my hands off you long enough?’
‘Good point,’ she breathed. Then, seeing his braced hands, she added, ‘Now you’ve given me an idea.’
Looking around, she spotted his club tie draped on the bedpost. She pulled it towards her and wound it around his wrists and part of the iron frame, securing his hands in place and tying it in a loose knot. She ran her own hands along his bound, bulging arms to his armpits, gently tugging the soft hair there.
‘Now, unless you want to tell the club how you wrecked your only tie, you’d better keep still for me.’ He moaned again, his befuddled gaze meeting hers.
Slowly, she made her way back down his body, pausing again at his groin. She licked around his throbbing head, tasting the fluid slowly oozing out of him. She lifted her eyes to meet his clouded blue ones. ‘Mmm … you taste so good, I just want to swallow you up.’ He started struggling against the tie. ‘And if you don’t stop moving, I won’t.’
Tom froze; the only parts moving were his chest, bellowing like a furnace, and his constantly twitching manhood. ‘That’s better,’ she murmured. He groaned again. ‘Shh – or do you want to be gagged as well as tied?’
He bit his lip and swallowed another groan, shaking his head at her, his eyes wild. ‘Good. Then I’ll begin.’
Her tongue traced the bulging veins on his shaft and she licked at him again, the cherry-red, velvet-covered steel. She shifted over him, up and down him, sucking him lightly and pulling at the skin, humming with pleasure.
She moved her other hand down between her legs to find herself soaking wet, and began caressing herself, making her way to her own peak.
‘Can you see where my other hand is?’ she murmured. His bewildered eyes left hers and darted around until they focused on her mound, on her moving fingers.
With that, his muscled body jack-knifed, the tie snapping. He pulled her up, lifting her hips, and embedded himself into her soaking wetness. She screamed in pleasure, and thrust herself onto him with all her strength, his hips thundering into hers, hands like iron on her buttocks. They both cried out as they hit the heights at the same time, him gushing inside, her head rolling forwards before she collapsed on him.
She lay on top of him, their skin slick with sweat. Still joined together, they both fell asleep.
A hand stroking her spine woke her up. Light was streaming across the bed. She had shifted to one side as they slept but could feel him swelling under a thigh splayed across his body. Sleepily, she moved over him again and he found his way inside her. She tightened automatically around his increasing hardness and sighed happily into his neck.
‘Wake up, Sleeping Beauty.’ He squeezed her buttocks, tightening her around him and she rubbed her breasts against his broad, hair-dusted chest, loving the friction. He slid his one hand between their bodies to a breast and began tugging her nipple, then scratching it lightly with his nails. The other hand lightly teased and circled where they joined.
Her stomach twitched with heat, her breasts demanded more contact: him partially filling her and his taunting hand
Sarah breathed lightly on his flexing erection. ‘Now, what do you say?’
Tom just moaned. Delicately, she licked him, then pulled back. Still straddling him, she went to lap at his lips, taunting him so he lifted his head up, which allowed her to deftly slip a thick pillow under it.
‘Have you been a good boy? I don’t think you have. I think you have been a very, very naughty boy, teasing me so much.’ Tom groaned out his agreement, his eyes fluttering open. She slunk up the bed and whispered in his ear, ‘So you’d better watch.’
He laughed hoarsely. ‘You think I can keep my hands off you long enough?’
‘Good point,’ she breathed. Then, seeing his braced hands, she added, ‘Now you’ve given me an idea.’
Looking around, she spotted his club tie draped on the bedpost. She pulled it towards her and wound it around his wrists and part of the iron frame, securing his hands in place and tying it in a loose knot. She ran her own hands along his bound, bulging arms to his armpits, gently tugging the soft hair there.
‘Now, unless you want to tell the club how you wrecked your only tie, you’d better keep still for me.’ He moaned again, his befuddled gaze meeting hers.
Slowly, she made her way back down his body, pausing again at his groin. She licked around his throbbing head, tasting the fluid slowly oozing out of him. She lifted her eyes to meet his clouded blue ones. ‘Mmm … you taste so good, I just want to swallow you up.’ He started struggling against the tie. ‘And if you don’t stop moving, I won’t.’
Tom froze; the only parts moving were his chest, bellowing like a furnace, and his constantly twitching manhood. ‘That’s better,’ she murmured. He groaned again. ‘Shh – or do you want to be gagged as well as tied?’
He bit his lip and swallowed another groan, shaking his head at her, his eyes wild. ‘Good. Then I’ll begin.’
Her tongue traced the bulging veins on his shaft and she licked at him again, the cherry-red, velvet-covered steel. She shifted over him, up and down him, sucking him lightly and pulling at the skin, humming with pleasure.
She moved her other hand down between her legs to find herself soaking wet, and began caressing herself, making her way to her own peak.
‘Can you see where my other hand is?’ she murmured. His bewildered eyes left hers and darted around until they focused on her mound, on her moving fingers.
With that, his muscled body jack-knifed, the tie snapping. He pulled her up, lifting her hips, and embedded himself into her soaking wetness. She screamed in pleasure, and thrust herself onto him with all her strength, his hips thundering into hers, hands like iron on her buttocks. They both cried out as they hit the heights at the same time, him gushing inside, her head rolling forwards before she collapsed on him.
She lay on top of him, their skin slick with sweat. Still joined together, they both fell asleep.
A hand stroking her spine woke her up. Light was streaming across the bed. She had shifted to one side as they slept but could feel him swelling under a thigh splayed across his body. Sleepily, she moved over him again and he found his way inside her. She tightened automatically around his increasing hardness and sighed happily into his neck.
‘Wake up, Sleeping Beauty.’ He squeezed her buttocks, tightening her around him and she rubbed her breasts against his broad, hair-dusted chest, loving the friction. He slid his one hand between their bodies to a breast and began tugging her nipple, then scratching it lightly with his nails. The other hand lightly teased and circled where they joined.
Her stomach twitched with heat, her breasts demanded more contact: him partially filling her and his taunting hand
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