The City pt. 2

When he regains his focus and physical abilities, he starts to stand up.

“No. Crawl to me.” I say quickly and sternly. “And take your clothes off before you do it.”

He removes the ruined shirts and the wet pants, leaving them in a pile where he was sitting. He takes one last gulp of his drink and get on his hands and knees. He begins to crawl quickly toward me.

“Slowly. I want to see every muscle move.”

He slows down and smiles sheepishly. My eyes are only for him as I drink in the beautiful site headed my way. My knees spread slightly and my dress rides up my thighs. He notices the movement and his smile transitions from sheepish to that masculine smile that says, “I’m going to get to lick that pussy.” I chuckle to myself at his ego. We’ll see if he gets what he wants. He comes close enough for me to feel his breath on my knee and I put my hand out.

“That’s far enough. Sit back on your heels, hands on your thighs, palms up.” He completes the pose beautifully and I get up from the bed. I circle him slowly, touching his head, his shoulders, his hair, running my nails lightly down his chest. He sighs and allows his head to lull in my direction as I move. His eyes close and his smile becomes content.

In a quick motion, I wrap my hand around his throat directly under his chin and get close to his ear.

“This all belongs to me tonight, right?” My whisper is raspy and confident.

“Yes, Miss, I belong to you tonight.” He sounds satisfied, safe, and happy.

“Good, then put my belongings on the bed so that I may fully use them to my benefit.” I rise behind him and watch his ass contract as he gets up from his position and walks the rest of the way to the bed. He lays down on the bed face up with arms by his side. His cock is starting to come back to life though it is only semi-hard at the moment.

I walk to the side of the bed and begin to disrobe as he watches me hungrily. I take off my earrings, my bracelet, and the flower in my hair. I slip the straps of my dress from my shoulders and shimmy the dress off my hips. It puddles on the floor and I step out of it, clad only in my lacy bra and underwear. I climb onto the bed and grab something from underneath the pillows to stow it at the side of the bed behind me. There is a small paddle on the bedside table and a crop propped against the wall between the bed and the bedside table.

“I do not want you to open your mouth until I tell you to, do you understand?” I’m looking down at him from my knees above his head.

“Yes, Miss, I understand.”

“Good,” I say as I mount his face in reverse cowgirl style. My underwear is fairly well soaked at this point and is leaving a wet trail on his face. I grab the crop from the side of the bed. As I rub my clothed crotch from his forehead to his chin I begin to hit the insides of his thighs with the crop. He breathes sharply and whimpers with each strike, but they are muffled by my body and so I continue on in my pursuit of pleasure. My clit is singing with all the peaks and valleys of his face stimulating it nicely. I settle into the dip of his mouth as I concentrate hitting the length of his thighs, trying to make them a uniform pinkish-red. I am humping his face and hitting his thighs, and all the while my clit is screaming at me.

I dismount his face and remove my bra and underwear. I transition to straddling his crotch, positioning his cock laying against his body but between my lips. He moans because of the warmth and the moisture, I moan because of the stimulation. I sit up straight and begin a slow grind on his cock. My sensitive button is enjoying the friction and I am enjoying the site of him staring up at me. I take my hair down and lean over him, putting my hair in his face. I grind faster, feeling more sensation and the build to my orgasm. I lean down and bite his chest, taking a lot of flesh into my mouth and biting hard. He doubles up and gives indication that he is in pain.

“Did I tell you that you could get up?” I stop my motions.

“No Miss, I’m sorry, that just hurt a lot.” He is breathing heavily.

“Then don’t fucking move or I stop, everything.” My voice has warning in it. “This is your one warning.”

I go back to my motion, feeling his cock grow harder beneath my wetness. I move to the other side of his chest and bite down just as hard. I growl and start to hump him faster, feeling the peak of my orgasm approaching. He obediently does not move but every muscle tenses as he fights the urge. He’s being so good, he’s been so good all night. My orgasm starts to crash over me and I allow it to take me completely. I grunt, groan, yell, whimper, and twitch toward the end. I lay down on top of him while my breath returns to me, my hair covering his face.

Once I recover, I sit up and feel his hard shaft. I cannot believe he is ready again but he’ll have to wait. I crawl up his body and hover my pussy right over his face, looking down at him from the head of the bed. He is transfixed, inhaling my scent and resisting the urge to sit up and lick me.

“You may open your mouth now,” I say as a thin strand of my juices drip down toward his lips. He opens his mouth and receives the gift, licking the bit that got on his chin. I lower myself onto his mouth and allow him to explore his prize. He swirls his tongue around my lips, my opening, and my clit, making my quiver. He flattens his tongue and laps at my clit, earning him another moan and my hand on the top of his head. He disconnects to take a breath and goes right back to work. His tongue is soft yet firm, rough and smooth, the sensations taking over my brain until I am wantonly moaning and gyrating my hips. He focuses in on my clit and places his lips around it, sucking slightly and flicking the head of my clit. I pull back, the sensation a bit much, and resettle onto his face.

“That’s it, yes, make me cum all over your face,” I say breathily as he begins his routine again. I am lost in pleasure and he brings his hands up to support my ass. I don’t even care as I feel my orgasm starting. I hold my breath, creating a little pressure to help the release, and his tongue does its job perfectly. I moan, hump his face, grab his hair, and ride him until I have to dismount from over-stimulation. I lay next him, holding his hand, as I recover. And that is when I remember that his cock is standing at full attention.