And I'm the feast.
"You're staring," he says, as he tosses his shirt to the side.
I bite my lip. "You gave me something to stare at."
He undoes his belt and lets his pants fall and stands before me in nothing but black boxer briefs, the outline of his erection obvious against the fabric.
The way his eyes travel over my body makes me feel invincible. Desired. Worshipped. It makes me always want to wear lingerie for him.
I get up on my knees, smile. "Come here," I say, surprising myself with my boldness.
"No," he says and hooks a finger through the small ring on my collar and tugs. "You come here."
He pulls me forward, guiding me until I'm sitting on the edge of the bed and he's towering over me.
I reach out and hook my fingers around the edge of his waistband and pull his briefs down.
I gently rub the tips of my fingers up and down his shaft and circle around the sensitive head. His cock twitches from my touch, and my mouth almost salivates with my body's desire to wrap my lips around him.
I lean forward, his hand still on my collar, and though I try to go slow, I can't help myself, and I slide him into my mouth. I moan as I feel my tongue on his shaft and my mouth stretch from his size.
He fits my hair in his hand and guides my head up and down, his hips slightly bucking as he thrusts into my face.
As I'm sucking, he pulls on my collar, forcing himself deeper and deeper into my throat.
My eyes water at the corners, and his salty precum coats my tongue. I feel myself getting wet just by knowing how much pleasure I'm giving him. He grips my hair tighter and pushes me right to the point where I'm going to gag, then pulls out, allowing me to breathe. I nod, and he does it again.
I look up at him while he's in my mouth, and his eyes are rolled back, ecstasy wrapped around him.
He sweeps some hair away from my face and tucks it behind my ear as I continue stroking and sucking him at the same time. Caressing and massaging his balls, bringing pleasure to him with everything I've got.
His cock swells in my mouth, and I feel he might be close. Then he pulls my hair back and tilts my head up to him.
He gives me a kiss and says, "Stand up."
I obey without question.
We're chest to chest now, his skin hot against mine. He reaches behind me, unhooking my bra, letting it fall between us. His hands cup my breasts, thumbs brushing over my already hard nipples.
"You're so perfect," he says, bending to take one in his mouth.
I gasp, my head falling back. He sucks harder, and my knees almost buckle. His free hand moves to my waist, steadying me, then slides down to hook in my panties. With one swift motion, they're gone, and I'm naked.
"Turn around," he says, his voice rough. "Look in the mirror."
I hadn't even noticed the full-length mirror in the corner of the room. He positions me so I can see my reflection. Nude, flushed, and the diamond collar glittering around my throat.
He stands behind me, his chest to my back, his throbbing cock pressed up against me, his hands possessive on my hips. "Look how beautiful you are in my collar." His eyes meet mine in the reflection. "You look like you were made to wear it."
His words send heat flooding through me. One of his hands slides up to cup my breast while the other moves down between my legs. I'm already wet when his fingers dip inside. I moan and close my eyes.
I then force them open, watching as his fingers work between my thighs, seeing his fingers slide in and out of me. The sight is erotic beyond anything I've experienced, and his eyes are burning with fire as he watches over my shoulder.
"On the bed again," he says suddenly, stepping back. "On your back."
I comply immediately, lying down on the rose-scattered sheets. I can't take my eyes off his thick, hard cock, waiting for me.
"Spread your legs wider," he says, and I do.
