Free Black Ink by N.M. Catalano Page A

whiffed a small hint of her essence on her panties. 
    “So fucking delicious,” I growl against her.
    “Oh Gooooood,” her moan is long and guttural.
    “Be patient, you’re almost ready,” I whisper, stealing one more lick.
    I roll a condom on then make my way up her body, sliding the length of my body against hers, with licks, bites, nibbles, and wet open kisses over her flesh.  I want to mark her, leave behind proof of where I’ve been.  All over her, inside and out.  There won’t be one inch of her body she can’t think of and not remember my touch. 
    When my body is sprawled on top of hers, I resist the strong urge to kiss her, wanting to embed my taste on her tongue.  My cock will have to do.  I’ll leave that for later.  Sliding my legs over each of her sides, I sit on her pelvis, my balls dangling against her slickness.  I reach above her head and wrap the silk ties around her wrists.  My movements rub my tight sacks against her, teasing her and her swollen clit. 
    “Please…,” I hear the quiet moan.
    “Please what Gemma?” I ask quietly at her ear, capturing both her nipples between my fingers.
    Her hips jerk up with the teasing friction sliding against her, searching for fulfillment.
    I can feel her pelvis clenching beneath me, frantically trying to find satisfaction.
    She hesitates, searching for the courage to tell me what she needs.
    “Tell me Gemma.  It’s just you.  You can’t see me, tell me your darkest desires.  Let go…”
    The silence is filled with her breathing, her scent, and the intense sexual energy between us waiting to explode.
     

 
     
     
     
     
     
    6 CHAPTER
     
    Gemma
    It’s so freeing, the darkness, the anonymity, the restraints.  I can’t do anything except feel.  It’s the most incredibly erotic experience, a high that’s consuming me and setting me free.
    But my tongue is tied, bound by my insecurities.
    My need is skyrocketing with the friction of his testicles against me, taking me over, pushing me higher and higher.
    “I’ll tell you what I’m going to do to you now, Gemma,” he whispers pulling my earlobe between his teeth.  “I’m going fuck your sweet cunt with my mouth, suck that hungry little clit between my lips, until your juices are spilling out all over my tongue when you come.”
    “Oh God…,” I suck in a deep breath.
    “He can’t stop me, baby girl.”
    “I don’t want Him to stop you.”
    Did I just say that out loud?!
    He chuckles deep and low in his chest.  “Good, because I’m far from finished with you.”
    My body pushes against his pleading for him to touch me. 
    “Now beg me, Gemma.”
    “Please,” I whisper, “ please…, ” trying to convince myself I’m only doing it out of fear I’ll make him angry and he’ll hurt me.
    I need to beg, I have to let the hunger demand it, freeing itself from its confinement.
    He slides his hard muscular frame down my length until he’s settled between my open legs.  Resting his hands on my inner thighs, he spreads my legs wider, his fingers digging into my flesh, and begins his ravishment on me. 
    His mouth begins to lick my sensitive sex with complete abandon, feasting on me with a single minded focus.  Consume.  I’m forced to take it bound and blindfolded, every suck, every nibble, every plunge of his tongue inside me. 
    I feel a finger slip inside my heat, sliding in and out slow and deep, twisting and turning, bending and rubbing, his tongue circling my clit tortuously teasing me.  His seductive assault on me is powerfully consuming.  Nerve endings explode without and within me.  Nothing else exists but this man between my legs and what he’s doing to me.
    Black…. his image reverberates in my mind, his sexual presence still lingering all over me.
    Sucking my clit in his skilled mouth, plucking at it with his lips, he slips his finger from my sheath, slides it down until it’s pressed against my tight back hole.
    I reflexively spread my legs