My tongue glided along her inner thigh, closing in on the sweetness of her swollen flesh. My cock ached as I got my first taste. She was so sweet, so perfect, I wanted to be inside of her.
She arched her back, lifting her ass from the table and pushing her pussy hard against my mouth. I sucked her clit, tugging it with my lips as I massaged it with my tongue, causing her to shake with excitement. I felt her orgasm releasing with tiny pulsations that she could no longer control. I rolled my tongue around her clit, sucked again hard before sliding a finger deep inside of her wet pussy. Her throbbing body welcomed my finger, pulling me deeper inside her as loud moans escaped her lips.
I didn’t give her time to calm before releasing her cuffs. “Turn over,” I commanded.
She blushed, but obliged, and rolled on her stomach, her perfect ass in the air, her sweet pussy barely tucked between her cheeks. I gripped the flogger she’d chosen and gave her a soft tap. I knew her skin was still tingling from her orgasm, and that any sensation was overly stimulating, so I wanted to start out slow.
“Spread your legs wider.”
Once she did, I landed another tap, this one a little harder and directly against the flesh of her pussy. She jumped, moaned, but then relaxed back into her original position. “Two more and then you have to make me come,” I said as sternly as I could. My voice was cracking from the excitement. From need. My body was on edge, adrenaline rushing through my veins faster than when I prepared to jump at twenty thousand feet.
She cried out when the flogger met her flesh again, leaving a series of red splotches on her ass cheek from the stiffened leather whips. “Can you handle another?”
“Yes,” she gasped.
The last one wasn’t as hard but was directed at her pussy instead of her ass cheeks. I loved the moans she let out when the tassels smacked against the soft flesh, and the pull from her juices against the leather gave me a rush I couldn’t explain.
“Come to me,” I commanded.
She fell onto her belly, rolled, then was in front of me with one swift movement. Our naked bodies pressed together for the first time, and I felt something other than just sexual tension between us. It was stronger. Something new.
Her lips were so full, so pink. I wanted to lean in and kiss them. “Wrap those pretty lips around my cock,” I said sternly.
Her hands slid down my sides as she lowered in front of me. Her hand gripped my cock, stroking it slowly as her mouth opened and took in the tip. I watched her swallow me, her eyes looking up at me, and I was ready to come. I didn’t want to stop this feeling, this amazing feeling of her mouth surrounding my hard flesh. But, I knew there was something better. I wanted to be inside of her. I needed to be inside of her.
I reached down, pulled at her shoulders until her mouth released its tight grip on my dick. I lifted her into my arms, her legs straddled around me, and I walked her to the bench along the wall. Her ass cheeks rested on the red bench at the perfect height while I reached for a condom, slid it on and then stroked my sheathed cock down her slit, gathering her moisture.
Keeping my eyes on hers, I slid inside her. My body rolled with a thunderous explosion of pleasure as I found the end of her, locking us together as one. Her body melted in my arms, her tight opening clenching my erection while her nails dug into the flesh on my back. I withdrew, then slammed into her, rolling my hips to search for the spot that would bring us both to climax. She moaned, gasped, called out my name, but once I hit that spot, she couldn’t speak. Her lips tightened together, air heaving past them as her eyes began to roll back into her head.
Yes, that was the spot I was looking for.
I worked hard to stay in position, my cock beginning to throb, not only from the tightness and warmth she offered but from the pure ecstasy she displayed on her face. It was exhilarating. Better than any extreme sport I’d ever tried.
Warm fluid rushed around my cock, and her body tensed, trembling with the orgasm building inside her. My own throbbing grew out of control as we climaxed together. I growled as I came, cum shooting from my body in spurts of incredible pleasure.
She clung to me and I held her against me, pressing kisses onto her hair, her forehead, her ear. It wasn’t until I was completely softened that I pulled away and disposed of the condom in a nearby trashcan. When I looked back at her, her face had changed. She looked scared and… filled with regret?
Had I moved too fast?
The look was quickly replaced with a smile as she caught me looking at her again. “It was unbelievable,” I whispered into her ear and then lowered my mouth to her warm neck. She moaned, her fingers digging into me again. She still wanted me as much as I still wanted her. I felt exhilarated, satisfied, like a God.
“Yes,” she spoke softly, but her reply put me at ease.
“Let’s shower,” I whispered, leaning forward, and taking her in my arms.
I carried her to the shower, turned on the water to a soothing warm, and washed her gently as we shared the large stall. It was sensual, more sensual than I’d ever imagined, ever felt. There was something about this girl. Something I couldn’t explain. I wanted to take my time figuring it out.
She returned the favor of cleaning my exhausted but satisfied body. I watched her remove a loofah from its packaging and fill it full of soap before lifting it to my skin. Her smile warmed me, melted me really. In that moment, my new goal in life was to make this woman smile at me like this again and again.
As my cock stiffened under her hand, I wasn’t tired any more. I pressed her against the glass and rolled on a condom conveniently left in the stall. I made love to her, even more tenderly this time. We kissed as our bodies connected, taking and giving to each other. And when she came this time, she cried from the intensity, leaving me to kiss away her tears.
Dried off, dressed, and leaning back on the cushiony bed, Katrina looked more relaxed than she’d been since I met her. I wondered if she’d ever been so relaxed in her life. I knew I hadn’t.
As I watched, her demeanor changed and tension spread across her face like before.
“What’s wrong?”
Tears sprang to her eyes, and she rapidly blinked them back. “What have I done?” she said softly, as if she’d just woken up from a bad dream. “I’ll lose my job.”
I felt relieved that it was her job she was concerned about, and not remorse for what we’d just shared. “Your job is safe. No one will ever know. It’s our little secret, remember,” I assured her, meaning it.
I extended my hand, pulled her gently from the bed, and into my arms. My lips caressed her shoulder, then her neck before finally finding their place on hers.
“I’ll call you a cab, then I’ll get my own cab a few minutes later.” I lifted her chin until she was looking at me. “Okay?”