I took him as deep as I could, opening my mouth wide, relaxing my throat to take all of him as far back as possible. His grip became hard and rough and I absolutely loved it as he began to thrust inside my mouth. The thought of what he was doing to me, what I was doing to him, drove me wild. I could feel how wet I was already. I moaned a little, knowing he would feel the vibrations in his cock, that it would turn him on even more.
Clutching his hips to keep myself balanced, I looked up at him again. I wanted him to enjoy the sight of my wide blue eyes and the view of his cock pumping in and out of my mouth as I kneeled in front of him.
There was nothing but passion, desire, and love in his gaze. The muscles in his jaw were tense and I knew I was doing everything right. I smiled around his cock, loving the control I had over him. Loving how I could tease him and tempt him with my mouth. With my body.
I swirled my tongue up his length and over the soft skin of his head, and then added my hand, pumping his shaft with long, tight strokes that followed the movement of my mouth. I made his cock wet, just like he’d taught me, knowing that my pussy was just as soaked and ready for him. I wanted him so badly, but I wasn’t ready to stop pleasuring him yet.
Before I knew what was happening, though, Stefan was pulling me up, dragging me back to my feet in front of him. I wanted to protest, but his mouth crashed onto mine, silencing any words I might have spoken. As he kissed me, his hands started tugging off my clothes and the shirt he was still wearing. I loved the way his hot, unclothed body felt against mine, the hard muscles beneath my hands as he stripped me bare, the smooth slide of his skin beneath my palms. Still, I wasn’t done with him. The moment we were both naked, I began to kneel in front of him again, needing his cock in my mouth. Needing to taste him more.
But before I could, I was tossed onto the bed like I weighed nothing at all. Stefan followed me down onto the sheets, but instead of positioning his cock at my entrance, he settled himself between my legs, his mouth kissing up between my thighs.
I cried out as he licked my pussy, the wetness and heat almost too much for me to handle. He gripped my ass in his hands, holding me in place while he fucked me with his tongue, thrusting it hard inside of me, nearly making me come right away. It felt so good and so intense, but I wanted more. I tried to pull him up toward me, clawing at his shoulders, but when he started to move, it was to position himself beside me, his mouth never leaving my pussy.
Turning my head, I could see his cock near my shoulder, and I rolled to my side and reached for it, eager to take him in my mouth again. He shifted closer to me, readjusting, his head still pressed between my thighs as I finally closed my lips around his cock again. I felt his groan as I took him deep, the sound of his pleasure vibrating through my entire body. He was lapping at my clit at the same time I was bobbing my head back and forth over his length, sucking wetly, hungry for his cock. We both wanted to give pleasure as much as we wanted to receive it, and the connection was more intense than I could have ever imagined.
I ground my hips against him, wanting his tongue even deeper inside of me while I stroked and sucked at his shaft, my hands moving hard and fast up and down, following the motion of my mouth. I took him deeper than I ever had before, and all of my insecurities about being inexperienced fell away as he began thrusting against my tongue, finding the rhythm he wanted. I could feel his head thumping against the back of my throat, feel how hard he was inside my mouth, and I loved every moment of it. I could feel him going wild, could taste his pre-cum, and it was all I could do to hold back as I felt my own orgasm start to rise inside of me.
He was licking and stroking me hard and fast, adding his fingers to stretch my pussy wide. I was mindless with desire, writhing desperately as he brought me to the edge, just as I was doing for him. We were both moaning, thrusting, losing control as we gave and received in tandem. It was so erotic that I could hardly stand it.
Finally, he curled his fingers inside of me, knowing exactly how to find my G-spot. As his tongue rolled over my clit, I exploded with one of the most powerful orgasms I’d ever experienced. It hit me in waves, each one stronger than the last, and I felt tears gathering behind my closed eyes as I moaned in ecstasy.
I had popped his cock out of my mouth when I came, and I was still grinding my pussy against his face as I rode out the aftershocks, my hand tight on his wet cock. My jaw was sore, my lips swollen, but my mouth was ready to take him again.
Instead, Stefan flipped me onto my back first. My body was still trembling, but he spread my legs without hesitating and plunged his cock deep inside of me.
“Yes,” I panted. “You feel so good.”
He kissed me as he fucked me, his tongue matching the rhythm of his thrusts. I cupped his face, wanting to be even closer to him. Wanting to touch every inch of him, inside and out.
My body was open wide to him, allowing him to go deep—so deep—inside of me. I wanted him to go hard, to be rough with me the way he always was, but that wasn’t what he wanted. Not tonight. Instead, his strokes were long and languid as he took his time, kissing my lips, my throat, my breasts, his cock moving slowly in and out of my body. He kept my hips pinned to the bed so even if I wanted him to move faster, even if I wanted him to take me harder, there was nothing I could do about it.
His hot gaze met mine, and I saw all the love and passion that he had been afraid to speak of. Until now. My body tightened in response and I could feel another orgasm gathering inside of me. Stefan could see that I was close, his lips curving into a smile as his hand slid between our bodies, his fingers finding my clit. He teased me there, still thrusting oh so slowly—painfully, agonizingly slowly. Making sure I felt every inch of him. This was a different, new kind of torture. I hated it and loved it at the same time. I never wanted him to stop, yet I was desperate for relief. Greedy for it.
“Please,” I begged him. “Harder.”
I knew that he liked it when I begged. When I was at his mercy. His eyes flashed with victory as he pressed hard against my clit, his fingers pinching and holding me there, providing the perfect combination of pleasure and pain. A combination of sensations I had learned to love because of him. A combination of sensations I knew I’d never be able to live without.
As he tortured my clit, his thrusts went deeper, my moans pitching higher and faster. He began to pump into me stronger, gaining speed, leaving me breathless.
“Come for me, Tori,” he said, and in that instant I came hard, the orgasm cresting over me, my body arching hard against the mattress. I could feel my pussy clenching tight around Stefan’s cock as I cried out, my nails digging into his back with the force of my climax.
When I returned to earth, I realized that he was still moving inside of me, completely in control of his own pleasure. I couldn’t allow that. Not after the two mind-bending orgasms he had just given me. I wanted to dominate him the way he had dominated me. Wanted to force the pleasure out of him as he had done to me.
Shoving him hard on his chest, I pushed until he had rolled onto his back and I was on top. He had let me ride him before, knew how much I loved this position, but this time would be different. Tonight I wanted to show Stefan what I had learned from him—how to give pleasure the way he liked. How to tease and torment and satisfy.
I began to ride him, leaning back, spreading my thighs even further apart, knowing that in this position he had a full view of my bouncing breasts and his cock buried inside me. I took him deep, so incredibly deep, and his fingers slid up my thighs and then dug into my hips, as if he thought he would be able to control me, even with me on top. I was eager to prove him wrong. This time, I wanted him to be the one begging.
I began to move slowly, leaning forward to press my palms against his chest for balance, arching my hips against his, drawing him deeper and deeper into me as I fucked him. My knees dug into the bed beside his hips, my clit rubbing deliciously against his body as I lifted myself up and down on his hard, gorgeous cock. The muscles in his neck stood out as his head fell back against the bed, his eyes closed as he let me take control.
He was the sexiest man I’d ever seen, his muscles tensing as I rode him, his stomach contracting with each thrust, giving me an incredible view of his six pack. His hands slid up to cup my breasts, his fingers teasing my hard nipples, sending hot sparks of pleasure through me. I knew I had to be careful or I would come again too quickly. This was about him.
I rode him even more slowly, but it only turned me on more. I tried speeding up then, and I could tell by his groans that it was exactly what he wanted, that he was starting to lose control. It wasn’t long before I was wet enough to speed up even more, savoring the tight friction, unable to resist the rhythm my body craved. The rhythm my body needed.
His fingers pinched my nipple hard and I gasped. I rode him harder and faster, my moans pitching higher, chasing my own orgasm. His hands dragged back down to my hips and he was urging me on, his own hips rising up to meet me, slamming against me, making my whole body shake with the power of his thrusts. Even though I had intended to take him to the edge, it was Stefan who was dragging me over it. The way he always did.
Without warning, he sat up so we were facing each other, and I could feel him even deeper inside me as he positioned my legs so they wrapped around his torso. He grabbed my hips again, rolling me back and forth over his cock in short, fast circles, steady as he fucked me, our faces inches apart so I could see the desire in his eyes. We were so close. So connected. And I loved it.
I was filled with so many emotions and so much pleasure that the entire world seemed to shatter as my orgasm hit me. This time, I felt Stefan coming with me, thrusting impossibly deep inside of me, filling me with his hot release. I gasped, collapsing against his chest as we held onto one other, whispering those words again and again as we rode out the waves of pleasure.
