gasped. “Why did you stop?”
My hand moved between my legs, feeling the wetness there. “What are you doing to me?” I whispered. “This was supposed to be about you, but I think it needs to be about me now, too.”
I pushed my panties down, then parted myself, down there , and began to circle my pleasure spot gently. He sucked in a sharp, hot breath, eyes fixed on the motion.
Yes, that was it . I was so wet. So ready for him. I could see him tied before me, clothed but for his member standing loud and proud. I could remember the feeling of him in me. I’d be on him soon again. But now it was time to even the score. He didn’t have long, soon I wouldn’t either.
His eyes were wild as they watched me pleasure myself before him. I couldn’t believe I was being this naughty, that I’d even dare to do something like this!
Soon I was panting, eyes focused on him, imagining that long, hard shaft inside me. And I knew I couldn’t wait for it anymore. I moved over him, lowering myself until my breasts were in his face. And then arms around his neck, I moved slowly onto him. My skin prickled as he entered me. Oh god, it felt so good. So much better than pleasuring myself. So deep. So intimate.
He shivered as I slid onto him, a shiver that ran all through his body. Our bases touched and I rested there, rocking my hips gently and feeling him inside me, calm before the storm that I knew was about to rage.
I slid back up and his eyes closed. “I can’t… I can’t…”
“That’s it baby. Come for me.”
I slid back down again, forcing myself to move slowly, the agonizing pleasure better than anything I had felt before. I could feel my body building up for release, a fast swift juxtaposition at direct odds to the pace of our bodies. I started breathing deeper, my breasts burying his face with each expansion of the chest.
I slid up, and at the top, I felt him quiver in that intimate motion I knew meant he was about to break. Then I slid slowly, oh so slowly , back down.
I heard him take a sharp, surprised intake, then felt him swell within me. His head buried in my cleavage, muffling his cries of pleasure as he began to pulse inside me. I couldn’t help myself – his motion set me off too. I slid down again, hard, as my legs lost all their willpower to the flood of pleasure coursing through me, and we sat there, outwardly still while inside me, both bodies writhed and foamed with pleasure.
I don’t know how long we sat, out bodies entwined, before I could breathe again. I lifted off him sheepishly, then began to pick up my clothing. He coughed, looking down at his exposed body. “Um, a little help here?”
I blushed, striding over to him quickly to release his handcuffs. “Did you like that?”
His hands leapt to me as soon as they were released. They grabbed my face and pulled it down into a long, hard kiss. “Does that answer your question?”
* * *
“A nna, that was amazing, but do you mind if I ask you a question?” We were in the limousine, driving back to his office.
I nodded.
“Why?”
“Why what?” I asked.
“We haven’t been together long, but I feel like I know you so well,” Jacob started hesitantly. “And while that was amazing – I’ve never experienced anything like it, ever – it felt at the start like you were, well, I don’t know. It just feels like you haven’t been in the right headspace for most of today. What’s wrong?”
I turned away from him to look out the window. “Nothing. Nothing’s wrong.”
His hand reached for me gently, drawing my face around to meet his. “I’m a fool sometimes, but not when it comes to you. It’s ok. You can tell me.”
I burst into tears, an unexpected move for us both, as suddenly all my worries from this morning came flooding back. Would this be the last time I ever saw him? Was this evening the last time we would ever make love?
He didn’t ask any questions, didn’t press me for an answer. He just pulled me into his