Pushing Limits by Kali Cross Page B

alternating flicks of my earlobe with quick bites that
flash right to my nub.  My mouth gapes open as I moan my accent, my pussy
buzzes.  My nipples harden, poking their angry nubs out of the cuts in my
t-shirt.  After he finishes with one side, he moves to the other,
eventually descending to my shoulder to nip me, further shocking me into a
heat. 
    My mouth is dry, and I am so wet, as I whisper, “Please.” 
    His laugh takes on an almost sinister ring.  As his fingers pinch
and roll my nipple, he pushes the fabric out of his way.  His mouth lowers
to my nipple.  Hot.  Wet.  My nipple puckers as he sucks it
lightly. His soft tongue rolls and caresses it.  The sensations overload
my senses as I arch my back again, eager for more.  He nibbles my nub
lightly, watching my reaction, watching me come undone. 
    I murmur, “Bite it.  Bite it hard,” as I squirm under him.
  I push my breast up, trying to lure him to give me what I want.
    His eyes trail up to mine, his mouth still anchored to my nipple, his
eyes combusting with heat with the satisfaction of knowing he’s making me
crazy.  They lock with mine as he deliberately licks and sucks,
withholding.  As I pant…waiting for it…the mixture of pain and pleasure I
love so much.  Waiting as he pushes me higher.  His eyes lock with
mine as he bites and it shoots straight to my aching pussy.  I moan,
slamming my head into the pillow, my mouth sucking in air.  He repeats the
same torture on my other one and my body betrays me again.  My nipples are
swollen and aching.  My face flushes as I pant lightly.  My clit
pulses, and I feel a rush of moisture between my legs as he says, “I bet you
can come this way.  Wanna see?”
    I shake my head no, and he chuckles.  “Merely a rhetorical question,
darlin’, not an actual one.”
    He watches me, torturing me with his slow labored movements. 
Tenderly licking my sore nipples until they lose their angry glow and suckling
them into submission.  Only to coax the nipple to a harder peak again, red
and aching, biting them hard, forcing my body to buck and writhe involuntarily.
 I want release, I need it, but it just feels so damn good , that
lovely swirl of pleasure and pain. 
    He keeps me teetering like my body is his favorite toy, and he’s playing
for his own amusement.  Finally as if granting his permission, he provokes
the tip again, sucking it against the roof of his mouth, flicking it rapidly
with his tongue, increasing the intensity, forcing the nub to harden to a rock
in his mouth, worshipping it.  His eyes lock on me.  Repeating his
assault, he raises me higher and higher.  My breasts are swollen and tight
from the attention.  His wet mouth pushes me further as I beg, “Please. 
Please.”  Blowing on my nipple softly to cool the fire, he licks lazily
around my areola. He bites hard.  The surge is overwhelming.  The
quick bite of pain and the rush of blood, giving me my sweet release, I scream,
“Fuck!”  My mouth gapes open, pushing against the pillow.  My pussy
quivers and shakes as I sink back into the bed.
    “Sadly, darlin’, I am in desperate need of both my hands.” His hand
unbuckles his belt and I hear the buckle clank.  As he yanks it free, the
sound of it sliding out of his jeans with a whir sends pulsating jolts to my
bud.  His other hand is still anchoring me as the last tremors shift
through my body.  Wrapping my hands with the dark belt, the suede and
leather caress my skin, tightening its grasp around my wrists.  As he
wraps it around the headboard above me, buckling it, my heart quickens and my
mound stirs.  Slipping his fingers in to check my circulation, he asks, “ Is that too tight?’  I shake my head no, the brown
leather soft against my skin but when I try to move, it’s unrelenting. 
His hand trails wistfully down my cheek as he kisses me tenderly. 
Deepening the kiss, his mouth locked on mine, taking full possession.
    Sitting back, he admires his