Free Wilder's Fantasies by Cindy Jacks Page B

first, along her shoulder and chest, then down to her nipples. A little warmer than was comfortable, the liquid stung for a moment until it cooled and hardened. He traced the path of the candle wax with an ice cube. Her chest shuddered, trying to catch the breath stolen by the exquisite juxtaposition of fire and ice. Again, her cunt contracted, sending a frisson of pleasure through her entire body.
    Replicating the process, he drizzled the hot fluid along the crease of her thigh. Her pussy throbbed at the rush of heat, then constricted against the cold that followed. Marcelo left an ice cube nestled against her labia. Melted water pooled around slit and asshole. Fiona panted, unable to contain her exclamations.
    He stripped off his pants and nuzzled up to her, pressing his hard shaft against her hipbone. She moved to capture his lips, but he dipped his head away.
    “Getting impatient?”
    “I am,” she answered, voice thick with arousal.
    Placing his cock against her clit, he teased her. The velvet soft head rubbed the swollen, sensitive bud. He took one nipple in his teeth offsetting the pleasure between her legs with aching pressure at her breast.
    Marcelo kissed her, moving his hand to her tuft of pubic hair. In soft circles, he spread the mixture of her juices and ice water over her mound and between her pussy lips. Would he finally enter her? Desire drove her to a space in her mind where shyness and reticence no longer existed.
    “Chelo,” she whispered.
    “ Si, preciosa? ”
    “I want…” Words failed, never having uttered such a sentiment in her life. “I want…you. Your body, all of it. I want to touch you and lick you and―”
    “But this is what you asked for. You wish to stop?”
    “No, not stop, but I need a release.”
    His hand stroked the back of her neck and his breath grazed her cheeks as he spoke. “You can hold out a little longer, then I promise I’ll give you what you need.”
    He pushed a finger deep inside of her slit and fondled the softening wetness. Marcelo eased another finger into her, but as he tried to include a third, an exhalation stuck in her throat.
    “Relax,” he said, twisting his wrist to open her wider. His fingertips touched a spot deep inside that shook her to the core. She moaned and squirmed, the stroke repeated over and over until her juices covered his hand. Her tight sheath gave way and the third finger slid into her. And then a fourth.
    Fiona writhed against the restraints and choked back a gasp. The sweet agony of his hand prying its way into her cunt unleashed more wantonness.
    “Please…please fuck me .” She trembled.
    A hint of a smile turned up the corners of his generous lips. He withdrew his fingers, leaving her empty and throbbing. Palm scooping under her ass, he drove his thick shaft into her cunt. Marcelo kicked the barstool from beneath her, his arms and the leather ties bearing most of her weight, but not all of it. Gravity left her impaled on his cock. The bindings pulled tight, biting into her skin while he thrusted forward and up, their bodies slapping together.
    She cried out at the rapture and pain he inflicted at the same time. Abdomen tight, breath rasping, cream dripping from her sodden pussy, Fiona didn’t fight against of the sensations overwhelming her. She reached a point where she could no longer distinguish pleasure from pain, where her body stopped and his began. In the mirror, she saw the rapture on her face, the rippling of Marcelo’s ass as he pumped harder and faster. Every thrust brought her closer to climaxing.
    Thick musk hanging in the air, she breathed him into her lungs. Not only had he invaded her cunt, but he seems to seep into her pores, flow through her veins. He possessed and controlled her. He owned her, perhaps not only in this moment, but completely.
    Loosening his grip, he allowed her bound limbs to take more of her weight. Exquisite agony shot through her. His cock delved deeper, her inner walls spasming. Her