For Him
A shiver runs up my spine, despite my conviction.
There is a flat, wide band in his hands, rather intimidating to look at. Seeing the worry rise in me, he gives me a sweet peck of a kiss and guides me down onto the bed, laying me on my back as he loves at my neck. He knows when I have calmed, and rises to appraise me with dark, excited eyes. My tongue wriggles against my teeth. The desire to know what he has up his sleeve always leaves me teetering.
His touch is light as he leans over me, his scent causes my eyes to fall shut. There is a quiet shuffle on my right before he takes my hand, pressing his lips to my palm. As his lips leave, the band he'd been holding previously slides around my wrist, enclosing it, and he lays it above me. After a long pull, my hand is laid against the bed; the band stretches over my head and across. He shifts to the opposite side, offers the same tender affection, and lays my wrist above me in its restraint to mirror the other. I am effectively stretched out before him. My breasts are trained right up to him, back pulled taut like a measured string. I open my eyes when he is no longer atop of me, only to see him descending between my legs.
He looks me in my eyes as he plants an open-mouthed kiss on my inner thigh, and my sigh empties my lungs as he gives a long, languorous lick to the seam of my sex. His moan vibrates my entire lower half, and he hooks his arms beneath my legs, yanking my body down the bed as he devours me. He lathes at my clitoris with the flat of his tongue to the tip, over and over, alternating between soft and hard laps, and voracious, greedy suckling. His thumb teases my opening, just pressing in, spreading the lips, and rubbing maddening circles into me until I am found writhing, in the most awkward manner in these restraints.
"I'm going to take you now." His voice is the faintest, strained whisper across my dewed skin, but I writhe harder, cry out eagerly in a resounding, "Yes."
I watch from over the rise and fall of my chest as the top of his head tilts to the side, and gasp as his full lips wrap around my sex's, almost in the manner of a kiss. His tongue dips into the seam and curls out again before he stands above me, mouth shining with my arousal and his efforts. Anticipation and lust sit heavily in the pit of my stomach, it mirrors in the furling grey of his eyes. He unbuttons his top, and as it hits the floor mutely he starts on his trousers. When he is finally naked I break away from his fiery gaze to rake my eyes over his amazing physique, his rock hard erection. It strains proudly against his belly.
His hands shape around my hips, lifting and yanking me down the bed so our thighs meet. Without moving himself, he manipulates my body like his toy, teasing me, torturing us. The hot head of his cock slips and slides around me. Nudging my clitoris. Stretching the well of my entrance. Tickling my bottom. All as the hard grasp of his fingers in my skin orchestrate us. I'm doing nothing but laying here as he uses me, but my breaths are heavy pants. I feel sweat flush my skin as my heart hammers on, doing wild flips as his dark eyes penetrate me. His chest implies his breathing may be as quick as mine, but otherwise he is so disciplined, seemingly above such excitement. That chest and burning shaft were all that gave him away.
Finally, the muscles in his thighs tensed, and just as soon, I moaned at the intrusion of his cock, just the tip. He was a sadist, giving me just a taste of the sensuous length, pausing, then giving me one, two, three tiny rocks of his hips before all of him stuffed me full at once. My lower half would have risen to orbit if he weren't holding me.
This meeting was for him. He fucked me in a punishing, rough strokes, forcing me towards him as he thrust, creating a lush, lewd repetition that had my fingernails digging into my palms. I fall into a steep sensory overload in too little a time, and when my eyes have unrolled themselves from the back of my head I watch Christian with his head tilted all the way back, showing me the long, hard column of his throat, his powerful shoulders, the fit planes of his torso. All misted with perspiration as he pounded a hole into the bed with me.
My orgasm washed through me, curled my toes, arched my back. I couldn't resist, so my legs wrapped all the way around him and anchored him to me as he continued to fuck me through it. His lips molded to mine for a long, hungry kiss. His hot tongue dove straight for mine, licking and coaxing, and when planted his dick in me with one firm motion, I moaned into his mouth, dying to wrap my arms around him.
He breaks our kiss and the skin of my hip is quite sore when he releases it with one hand, undoing my restraints, and the second my tired arms are free I pull him back to me, taking his mouth again.
Almost too soon, he is gone again, withdrawing his shaft from within me and flipping my onto my belly with little effort. He takes one black pillow from beside us and stuffs it under me. Immediately after, he's even deeper inside of me than before. My sensitive and abused pussy quakes with the penetration, but takes every savory inch. I ball my fists into the cool sheets and lock my knees. This prone position is so intense and so delicious, I think I'm drooling into the bed. I can just barely hear the headboard knocking into the wall in time with his strokes over my thundering heart rate, and I think I all but go deaf to it as he gathers my hair in one hand and pulls it back while he fucks me. This time it rips through me like a lightning strike. My whole body convulses as I come. I use my fists as a leverage as I push back against him clumsily and rushed. There's so much of him everywhere and I can't possibly get enough.
Over the roar of blood in my ears I hear him groan, knowing what the sound of my ass clapping against his groin does to him, and now he's ready to go as well. He supports himself with one arm and grips my waist with the other, pounding into me now with ferocity before his thrusts stutter, then cease as he moans in the crook of my neck. I lift one arm behind me and caress his clammy cheek, and when he's gathered himself, he wraps his arm further under me and pulls me tighter to him as we kiss.