Mina’s tongue is ruthless in my mouth, claiming me, attacking me, dominating me and while I try to give as good as I get, she just comes back with more fight. The ring through her septum brushes against my skin and her tongue piercing surprises me in all the corners of my mouth. When I feel her nip at my bottom lip so sharply I wonder if it breaks the skin, I pull back out of shock and only out of shock, because I really didn’t want that kiss to end.
“Too much?” she asks as I bring a hand to my lip and search for blood. Even when I don’t see any, I realise my answer would still be the same even if I did.
“No, it’s not too much.” I dig my fingertips into her thighs, tantalisingly close to that delicious crease where her hips meet her legs.
“Take your clothes off,” she says, resting her hands behind her body as she leans back.
I stand up, a little wobblier than I would like, and I pull my T-shirt over my head. Her gaze burns my skin as it sweeps over my chest, my stomach and my shoulders. My hands are shaking as they undo the fly on my jeans and pull them down.
“Boxers off too. I want to see you. I want to touch you. Can I touch you, Charlie?” She asks, eyes already below my waist.
I nod. “Yes.”
“Then take them off. Now.”
There’s that sudden urge to swallow again and I can’t believe what an effect Mina’s words, her orders, have on me. Markus wasn’t one for talking much during sex, even though I was, am, and I respected that, didn’t even question it to be honest, but now I feel like I’m stepping through a door into a whole new world and I am not sure I’m ever going to want to leave.
I drop my boxers and feel my erection bob against my stomach. I’m painfully hard, and painfully aware that this is the first penis Mina has seen in a long, long time. But if she’s uncertain about it or uninterested, it doesn’t show. Indeed, she’s staring at my length with a look of curious fascination.
“Is it… is it okay?” I ask, feeling as foolish as the question sounds.
Mina doesn’t say anything but instead reaches her hand out to grip the base of my dick. Hard. And I whimper. I literally whimper.
“It’s been a long time,” she says as she comes closer.
“Can’t help but notice you didn’t answer my question.” I laugh nervously.
“Step closer,” she says and I don’t even question myself or her orders now. I just do as she says.
“So obedient,” she praises and that has my balls tightening.
When Mina sticks her tongue out and licks the tip of my penis, the lightness of it shocks me, the hint of the cool metal piercing a lightning-fast tease. It’s searching and tentative and so delicate. It could also be hesitant and uncertain.
“You don’t have to,” I say, shifting my hips to the side.
Mina looks up at me, and while I don’t feel like the dynamic has changed - she’s still very much in charge and I’m still very happily obeying her orders - I can’t deny how beautiful she looks with those big brown eyes staring up at me from below.
“I ordered you to come closer so I could taste you,” she says levelly.
“But you don’t have to. I mean, I don’t know… I haven’t showered recently and well, maybe you don’t like doing that,” I stutter.
“Does it look like I don’t like it?” she says as she uses her grip on me to angle my dick towards her mouth and she slides her lips around my head. I shudder as she sucks on just the tip of me and her tongue twirls around the sensitive underside of my cock, the smooth nub of her barbell piercing dancing over my frenulum and making everything in my groin go tight and hot. She slides down a little more before moving back up and doing the same thing with her tongue and my body reacts in exactly the same way. Finally, she closes her mouth and lets her lips glide up and down, up and down, sucking on me as she moves.
“Mina,” I gasp out.
She hums in response, not stopping what she’s doing.
“I want to tell you how good it is,” I say in a rush. “Can I speak to tell you that?”
Mina comes off my dick but her hand picks up where her mouth left off, gliding up and down and around the head in a steady rhythm, sliding easily with the saliva she left there.
“You can tell me how good you feel,” she replies. “I always want to know when you feel good.”
My brain knows she’s talking about the sex. Knowing when something feels good is just another part of her staying in control of what’s happening between us, but another part of me, a worryingly heart-shaped part of me instantly warms with her response.
Mina’s mouth is back on me and another moan mumbles out of me.
“It feels so good, Mina. Your mouth… it’s heaven.”
