Page 109 of Tame Me

My love! Oh my god. Firecrackers shot through me at those two glorious words.

The teasing continued, his tongue over my breasts, his lips wrapped around my hardened nipples, and his hot breath whispering off my flesh as his fingers continued to inch closer and closer to their target.

My lips parted of their own will, and my breath came in short bursts as I savored the glorious orgasm building inside me.

Bracing myself with one hand, I drove my other through his hair and pulled him down to my boobs. His fingers finally touched my clit through my G-string, and I gasped and parted my legs, eager for more. I wanted to tear my clothes off; I wanted his fingers inside me; I wanted him inside me.

My flesh was on fire, but with each flick of his finger over my clit, the inferno racing through me got hotter. I couldn’t stand it a moment more and flopped back onto the counter. I reached down and hooked my hands beneath my knees, pulling them up and giving Henry full access to my pussy.

I was already lost to another world, but when a jolt of vibration hit my clit, I gasped as my orgasm released. My hot juices squirted over my G-string, over my fishnet stockings, and I couldn’t help it. I was on fire, and it took me a few moments to realize Henry had used the silver bullet to create that reaction.

Finally, he withdrew the TingleTip, and I just lay there, gasping for breath.

Henry came into the kitchen area behind me, and when he placed his hands on my cheeks, I opened my eyes to look at him upside down.

“Are you okay?” His concern, as usual, nearly brought me to tears.

“I’m not sure,” I said, and his eyes darkened. “I think you need to do that again just to be certain.”

He burst out laughing and leaned in to kiss me. Just a brief upside-down kiss on my lips. When he pulled back, I pushed up from the counter as he returned to his position between my legs.

I held my palm out. “Hand it over, mister.”

“What?”

“You know what. It’s my turn.”

His pupils bounced wider as he placed the bullet into my palm. I slotted the TingleTip between my boobs and with them so squashed in the bra so much, it easily stayed there.

It was time to get us both naked. “Can you take my shoes off, please?”

Henry removed my shoes, then I put my hands on his shoulders to ease him back and jumped off the counter. As I undid the buttons of his shirt, he thumbed his finger across my hardened nipples.

Anticipation sizzled between us.

I peeled his shirt open and glided my hands over his shoulders to remove it altogether.

As the fabric fell to our feet, he glided my zipper down and gave it a tug to release the dress completely. My nurse uniform spread apart, and Henry peeled it off the rest of the way, letting it drift to the carpet.

We took our time, taking turns to remove each other’s clothing, and soon we stood naked. The silver bullet fell to the floor with a hard thud, and we both ignored it as we ran our eyes over each other’s bodies.

His gaze was like flames licking heat all over me.

I stepped closer and cupped his balls, their size filled my palm. With each gentle caress, Henry sucked air between his teeth and his eyes glazed.

When I turned my attention to his solid cock, he clenched his jaw and squeezed his eyes shut.

While he wasn’t watching, I fell to my knees, and the second I wrapped my lips around his swollen crown, he gasped and clutched my shoulders. I slid my lips down his shaft, taking him into my throat. As I glided back up, I rolled my tongue around his cock, and when I reached the crown, I clasped my hand around the base of his shaft and pushed my tongue into the slit at the head.

Henry gasped, put his hands beneath my armpits, pulled me to my feet, and wrapped his arms around me.

His cock prodded my belly, and he sucked air through his teeth as if fighting release. I loved that I’d caused that reaction.

A couple of heartbeats later, he guided me back to the bed. When my calves touched the mattress, I sat down, ready for his next instruction. He went to the bedside table, and as he kept his back to me, I assumed he was rolling on a condom.

My assumption was confirmed when he turned around. He made a detour to gather the silver bullet from the floor.

He then sat beside me, his cock a rigid flagpole between his legs. “Come here. I want you to sit on me.”

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