“DK.” Her gaze toggles between my hand jacking my length and my other palm climbing my torso to squeeze my pec, and circle my nipple with my thumb.
“Come watching me,” I rasp, quickening my strokes.
“Yes,” she moans, gliding those buzzing fingers all over her body while she hastens the pace of the one buried between her legs.
I watch the twist of her wrist and arch of her neck, listening for each hitch of breath that tells me she’s close.
It’s another type of intimacy—our bodies not joined, and yet still connected. Wide open, on display, totally bared. Our pleasure mirroring each other.
She starts talking to me in a husky voice: “You make me so hot for you. You’re so big. So fucking gorgeous. I’m dripping, DK. All over your sheets. That’s what you do to me. Oh… God… I’m going to come so hard for you.”
The desire for her is like a fever. I jack my dick at brutal speed while she presses the vibrator against her clit, chasing that point of bliss. At the first jolt, she cries out, her body twisting madly in the sheets. I watch her ride it out, squeezing my dick so hard to keep from spilling. Then I’m right there with her.
I toss the vibrator aside to take her with my mouth, greedy for that wetness, needing to quench what feels like a never-ending thirst. I lift her legs, pressing her knees toward her breasts, and anchor her there with my hands against the back of her thighs.
Folded as she is, Luna can’t see me, but I have a full view of all that delicious, pink slickness. I let her feel the first lick—a long, slow drag of my tongue.
“DK,” she gasps, arching her back into a rigid bow. She tries to lift her hips to chase the sensation, but she’s pinned.
Luna doesn’t fight the restriction. She yields, giving the control over to me, letting me taste her at my own pace. Her hands fist the sheets, the vibrators still buzzing—one on her finger, the other forgotten on the bed. I massage her clit with the faintest pressure until she’s trembling, her breath breaking in ragged sobs.
“Please,” she whimpers.
Knowing what she wants, I stiffen my tongue and plunge it into her heat. I feel her head thrashing against the pillows, helpless to do anything but take what I’m giving. Her sex ripples frantically around my tongue, ravenous for more.
Luna is highly sexual, her body beautifully sensitive. Her muscles strain, her cries getting louder. Her pussy clenches viciously as she hovers on the precipice of release.
I lower one of her legs to reach for the vibrator, sliding it into her while my tongue goes to work on her clit in taut, deliberate circles.
She brings the finger toy back to her breast, rubbing her nipple while I devour her with my mouth and fuck her with the silicone shaft.
“DK,” she cries. “Yes, like that. Don’t stop.”
She’s close now. I press my dick into the mattress, wanting to come inside her and not on the sheets. When her orgasm hits, it’s a violent, stunning current. I cover one hand over her mouth to muffle her screams, and she sinks her teeth into the heel of my palm—a stinging bite that conveys the rawness of her pleasure.
I wait for her to sag against the mattress before I lower her other leg, remove the vibrator, and click it off. Then I move up her body, pulling her close. Our kiss is messy and lusty. The taste of her mouth makes me burn.
She eases away just enough to take me in her hand.
“Luna,” I hiss.
“I want to play,” she whispers, her lips sliding along my jawline, down my neck to my chest. She licks one nipple, bringing the flat disk to a peaked tightness, her fingers with the vibrator tease the other one, all while she strokes me softly.
I can’t even breathe. The multitude of sensations attacking my system all at once is like overloading a power source. I’m about to fucking blow.
Luna pulls back and glances up at me with a wicked grin. “Don’t come yet. I want to tie you down. Will you let me?”
She could have said she wanted to paint my dick pink, and I would say yes.
“I want control,” she rasps. “I want you at my mercy.”
“I already am,” I grit out. “I’m fucking yours, Luna. Take what you want.”
She kisses my mouth with tenderness and heat. Both of us are breathing hard when she removes the ring from her fingers and reaches for the straps. I’ve never been restrained before. Never trusted a woman to have this much power over me. Theleather around my thighs and ankles feels restrictive, intense, helpless even, but in all the best ways. Because it’s Luna.
She leaves my arms and hands free, because while she wants control, she loves to be touched.
“You okay?” she asks, searching my face.
