into his mouth, he was afraid of what she would do to him if he didn’t get permission first.
Mistress smiled at him once she had finished and bent down to give him a long, lingering kiss.
“That was very well done of you to resist my breasts, however I want you to suckle me.”
Gareth didn’t need to be asked twice. He lifted his chin and opened his mouth. She shoved one of her nipples deep into his mouth. Gareth bucked up as his own arousal notched higher. She had the most delicious breasts he had ever tasted. Her nipples were long and hard, and he could feast on them all night.
He actually whined when she pulled it out of his mouth. She hadn’t given him enough time.
Eleanor laughed and moved her body further up so that she sat in front of his face. Her knees either side of his head, she spread her legs and reached down to spread the lips of her sex open. Gareth closed his eyes so that he wouldn’t begin before she said he could. He wanted nothing more than to taste her.
“Suck on my clit until I come, my pet. I am aching for you.”
Gareth’s eyes snapped open and he latched onto her swollen clit as though it were the essence of life.
Eleanor bucked and groaned, putting her arms back onto his thighs and arching her back. He had never felt or seen anything more erotic. This woman was incredible.
Gareth used his teeth and his tongue to lave, suck and nibble on the center of her pleasure until she was crying out.
“Yes, yes, my pet. Yes!”
Her whole body tensed in her orgasm as she began to shake and scream out her pleasure. She fell back onto his belly, leaving her weeping core in front of his face. Gareth was almost insane with his desire. He plunged his tongue into her center and lapped at her juices.
“Stop.”
The command came from the supine woman on top of him.
She rolled gracefully off him and straddled his body again, this time with her thighs spread over his hips.
“I did not tell you to do that,” Mistress admonished, pinching both of his nipples sharply.
Gareth groaned at the pain as a wave of pleasure engulfed him.
“I’m sorry, Mistress. You taste incredible. I just couldn’t resist.”
Mistress smiled in her cruel way, and Gareth had a feeling he wouldn’t like what came next.
“Tonight you will not come until I say you may. You must learn to hold on longer.”
Gareth nodded his head. But how in the hell was he meant to stop himself?
Eleanor moved sinuously on him. She wanted him to learn more control, and she wanted him to listen to her.
Her pussy was aching for him after her orgasm.
She rocked back on her ankles and raised herself over his shaft.
“Aagghh,” she groaned out, fully impaling herself on him. He was so thick and long, it felt fantastic having him so deeply inside her.
Eleanor looked down at her pet and watched his face spasm in pleasure. It was time to teach him how to delay his orgasm. It would serve her better in the future.
“I am going to ride you as hard and as fast as I want to in order to come again. You are not to orgasm.”
Eleanor saw sheer panic on his face.
“Mistress, what if I can’t hold back?”
Eleanor lifted herself up and moved slowly back down on him. Sheer bliss rushed through her from her already sensitized nerves.
“You will hold on, my pet. Do whatever you need to do, think about anything you want, but do not come until I tell you to.”
Eleanor threw her head back and began to ride him in earnest. She closed her eyes and focused on the sweet clench of her sex around the stiffness of her man.
Leaning back so that he hit her in just the right spot, Eleanor screamed out as pleasure ripped through her. Her orgasm took her up and over, her body sagging in pleasure and release. The past week of abstinence had made her body desperate for him. She was even surprised how quickly she had found release.
Eleanor’s legs felt like she could barely walk and yet she forced herself to climb off him.
Gareth’s face was a mask of
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