He pushed my bedroom door open with his back and closed it with his foot, never once breaking away from me. At this point, I was fully grinding against his finger in an attempt to get him to stroke me harder and faster. I wanted my climax now, but I knew that wasn't what I was going to get. Blake was in this for the long-haul, and he was going to stretch it out and make it as sweet and powerful as possible. Every inch of him was showing me that there would only be one orgasm tonight, but that it would be the most incredible orgasm I would ever receive. The question was whether or not I'd have the patience to hold out for that long.
Blake spread me out on the bed, quick to strip off every item of clothing I was wearing. I lay there watching him, and I could already tell he wasn't planning on baring himself to me as quickly.
His jacket was the first to go, and after that was his tie and dress shirt. Blake's emerald eyes burned into mine, and he didn't break eye contact once as he unbuttoned his shirt. I writhed in bed in anticipation and thought about snapping something sassy at him to hurry up, but I didn't want to break the spell. His moves as he stripped each item of clothing were languid and sensual and so masterfully done that if I didn't know any better, I'd think he did this for a living. My eyes flickered down to his torso in its nakedness, his muscles rippled even more than I remember them. They glistened in the moonlight, and I moaned softly while gazing at his hard body. When I made eye contact with him again, he had this devilish look in his eyes. Blake knew exactly the effect he was having on me; he had me just where he wanted me. It was always like that with him, where he was always somehow in control.
Tonight, you can have as much control as you want, I thought.
When he had gotten down to the waistband of his silk boxers, my mouth was practically watering for him and his cock. The bulge was very obvious through the fabric. Throughout the entire striptease, it was a constant reminder of what was in store for me soon.
As soon as he stripped off his boxers, I crawled over to the edge of the bed and took it in my hand. It had been so long since I'd touched it, or him, that I was getting sensory overload and overwhelmed with all of the emotions. I craved something raw to take some of the edge off. Like getting taken by him hard. But since that wouldn't happen until he was done toying with me, I settled on the next best thing. My mouth enveloped his cock, but before I could take it all on, he gently pulled himself away.
I pouted up at him and was about to say something, but he just shook his head at me slowly. He leaned over me on the bed and gripped my hip, flipping me over so I was on my back and so my head was hanging off of the bed. His mouth covered my *, warming me up even more. My labia was flicked with his tongue as he retraced the steps his fingers had taken earlier. I spread my legs further, trying to make my lips spread further so I could feel more of him. Then, noticing his cock in my face, I took him in my mouth as well. I bobbed my head up and down enthusiastically from underneath him and tried to reach around so I could play with his sac, but then he took my wrists and held me in place underneath him. He wanted full control. His tongue lapped at me, each long stroke excruciatingly delicious. I was so close to cumming, I could almost taste it intermingled with his precum, but each time he'd feel my clit throb against his hungry mouth he would pull back or blow cool air on my wet mound. I was squirming underneath him and wanted to stop sucking his cock or nudge his side so he would give me release, but I was held in place.
At the same time, I could feel him growing thicker and harder for me than before. I knew that him teasing me this much was driving him as wild as it was driving me, and that gave me butterflies. I loved knowing that I had such a strong effect on him. Eventually, my hips were fully arched into the air as I presented myself to him, letting him feed off of me as much as he wanted to. Wanting him to do it even harder, even more. I took Blake's cock even further down my throat, trying to swallow it as best as I could. I was rewarded with Blake's moans reverberating against my clit, and I cried out into his cock. I'm going to cum, I thought, as I felt the pressure build up. It was as if Blake could sense the change in my body, because he immediately pulled away, leaving me hot and bothered. My arms were finally free, and I tried to reach back and grab a hold of any part of him so he would stay and let me finish, but he moved out of my way and I was left floundering.
Blake flashed me an arrogant little smirk before saying, "You're cute when you're all worked up."
I pouted and tried to swat at him, but he was looming over me now with his rippled muscles and my hand just left a soft thud on his hard, flexed chest. He leaned his face into mine, his strong biceps framing my body as he had a fist buried into the mattress on either side of me. A few strands of his dark hair fell over his eye, and I licked my lips at his perfection. My body was still aching for his, for the release his actions were coaxing out of me.