I clasped her hips in my hands and lifted them from my lap. “Kneel between my legs.”
She moved first one leg then the other between mine, and I bent my knees out as I rested back on the pillow behind me. My cock was hard and glistening on my stomach, and she stared for a moment. I watched her reach out and trail her finger lightly over the seam of my testicles, and my sac tightened at her touch. I was so far beyond ready to explode I had to grit my teeth at nothing more than her light touch.
Her finger traced a vein on its way up my erection, and my cock twitched as I hissed. But when she finally leaned down, I nearly lost it. She didn’t open her mouth immediately. She just let the tip of my cock touch the warmth of her lips, and she held my dick up straight from my body, so I could watch every torturously seductive thing she did.
She breathed with her lips barely parted, and I felt the heat of it move across the head. When her tongue dipped into the slit, I grunted. Her seduction was tentative, not bold, but fucking hell it was effective—more effective than any woman I’d ever been with. Her lips finally parted, and she slowly pulled me into her mouth as she bobbed down along the length of my dick.
She closed her eyes as she moved up and down, and she sucked hard, pulling against me and swelling my erection even more.
“Open your eyes. Look at me,” I whispered.
Her bright wide eyes opened and found mine, and she held them on me as she continued to suck.
“It turns me the fuck on knowing my cock was just inside your body, stretching your sweet * the way it’s stretching those pretty little lips of yours.”
She sucked harder in response to that bit of filth, and I grunted, letting it trail off in a deep sigh. I twisted the sheets at my hips, and my heels dug into the bedding. My hips wanted to thrust, needed to move, but I stifled it, focusing on the sight of her bobbing up and down on my cock.
“Fuck, Hell,” I whispered. “You’re so fucking beautiful. Keep those eyes open. I want you watching me when I come in your mouth.”
And she sucked harder again, inhaling deeply through her nose as she held her focus on me. I was close. This wasn’t going to last long, and as my stomach muscles clenched and I grunted involuntarily, her mouth moved faster, up and down, over and over. I slammed my fists hard into the mattress at my hips when I came so close I could nearly grasp it, and her eyes popped open wide.
I watched her torment my body, but I didn’t intercede, speak, touch, force, move, or fuck. And it felt very much like bondage as I restrained myself. I kept my ass on the bed, wanting to thrust myself against her face. I kept my hands to myself, wanting to grip them on the back of her head. And I kept my mouth shut, wanting to beg for my release. Instead, I watched and gave her every last ounce of control over how and when my release would happen.
It was exquisite, completely self-imposed, invisible bondage.
And then she hummed warmly as she sank down along my length, and that was it for me. It ended in an eruption that surged into the back of her throat. Her eyes widened as she watched me, and every muscle in my body clenched tight as I came inside her mouth.
“Oh, God, Hell,” I grunted through gritted teeth even as I fell apart.
Her fingers grazed gently and tauntingly up the insides of my thighs as she slowly pulled back. My legs trembled under her touch, and as she sat up and finally let my cock pop from her tight lips, she swallowed. Her fingers reached that sensitive place where my thighs met my groin just as she sat fully upright on her heels, and she gripped my balls in one hand, her other encircling my cock and stroking the wet over-sensitized skin of my shaft.
I hissed and then groaned as I watched more cum dribble from my slit, and her eyes watched it too as she pulled her bottom lip into her mouth. I finally let my head fall back, and I closed my eyes as my chest rose and fell. She crawled up beside me, and I wrapped my arms around her.
I started to fall asleep, and when I did, I was imagining the very thing we were doing. I was holding her, but there was something more permanent about the feel of my dream than my reality. In my dream, this was my life; it wasn’t just what I wanted my life to be.
And when I’d been all but absorbed into that dream, tethered to the real world by just a thread, I opened my mouth, saying what my mind knew to be true. “I need your forgiveness,” I said softly against her ear, the sound of my voice pulling me closer to the real world for a moment.
“You have it.” Her voice was quiet, and her fingers pressed into my back. She without doubt assumed I was talking about eleven years before when I left her. But that wasn’t the half of it.
“It’ll be enough,” I whispered, letting myself sink deeper and closer to sleep.