from his, she wriggled farther up his body, extending his arm towards the end of the bed. When she aligned her breast with his mouth, he took her nipple with his lips, sucking on the pebbled tip with enthusiasm.
She stayed motionless in that position for a long moment, the concentrated pleasure of his lips and teeth and tongue on her flesh making her giddy. Finally, drawing on every ounce of willpower she had, she snagged a handful of his hair at the top of his head and withdrew her nipple from his mouth.
He protested, chasing after her breast with his lips.
She halted him with a tug on his hair, returning his head to the bed. “Uh-uh,” she scolded, even as she drew her nipple close to his mouth again. Close, but not close enough for him to claim.
He chuckled, and then closed his eyes and moaned as she slowly slid backward down his body to brush her pussy lips against the tip of his erection.
“I said incredible, didn’t I?” he asked, breath ragged as she inched her way back up to where she’d been, her breasts directly in front of his face.
“You did,” she answered. “Now be a good rock star and eat me out while I tie your wrists to the bed.”
“Yes, ma’am.”
She crawled farther up the bed until she kneeled above his face, the tops of her feet resting on his chest. His hot breath fanned her wet sex.
She looked down at him, at the fire in his eyes as he watched her, the sight of the bottom half of his face hidden by her pussy igniting a primal hunger in her.
He was hers and she was his.
Simple as that.
Slowly, she leant forward on her knees, raking her palms up the sculpted line of his arm towards his wrist as she brought her folds down to his mouth.
He invaded her pussy with his tongue, lapped at her clit, sucked on it, as she tied first his right wrist and then his left to the bed’s posts.
For a heady moment, as she knotted the scarf to the left post, the tingling heat of an orgasm threatened to overwhelm her. She hung on the precipice of eruption as Jed tongued her clit, her breath growing shallow and rapid, her heart crazy. And then, just as the soles of her feet began to tingle, she straightened at the waist and lifted her pussy from his masterful mouth.
“Fuck, Chloe,” he protested, straining against the scarves on his wrists. “Give me back that fucking sweet pussy of yours now.”
She wriggled down his torso a little, grinning at him. “Sure.”
Without another word, she climbed off him.
“Hey.” He strained against the scarves again, pouting with exquisitely sexy discontent. “That’s not—”
She straddled him once more, knees beside his ears, and took his massive erection in her mouth.
“Whoa, baby,” he burst out, the words part groan, part laugh, part strangled breath.
Chloe sucked her way down his entire length until her lips encountered the swollen globes of his scrotum. She flattened her tongue to his venous girth and then, slowly, lowered her pussy to his mouth as she sucked her way back up to his cock’s head.
He groaned into her sex, the vibration a wicked accompaniment to his lapping tongue.
Releasing his cock with a pop, she licked at his balls and then captured the skin of his inner right thigh with her lips. Sucked it hard.
He hissed against her pussy and rammed his hips upwards in a carnal request for more.
She obliged, once more travelling down the length of his cock with her mouth before sucking her way up to its crown, and then bruising his inner thigh with a hungry love bite.
He continued to fuck her with his tongue the whole time, his groans, curling toes, and trembling legs telling her just as clearly as his throbbing, engorged dick how much he enjoyed the torture she put him through.
When she felt his stomach begin to hitch, when his balls drew closer to his body, she lifted her head and climbed off him and the bed.
Strutted away without a backward look.
“Fuck a bloody duck, woman,” he rasped as she made her way from the room.