Page 14 of Flirt

Gabriella’s forehead landed on my chest as she rocked her hips. Pushing down and forcing my fingers deeper. I rotated my hand and twisted my fingers as I moved them in and out.

I felt her legs tremble and knew she was close to climaxing. I pulled my fingers out, and she whimpered. When she raised her head and looked up at me, I lifted my hand, and with our eyes locked, stuck the fingers in my mouth and sucked. Her taste exploded on my tongue, and my cock jumped. The need to lay her out on the bench and pound into her was so intense I had to take several deep breaths to settle my system. It was supposed to be her first experience, and I was essentially the guide.

Taking hold of her arm, I walked us to the bench, then changed my mind and moved to the swing. Once she was positioned with her back supported and her neck resting against the pillow, I lifted her legs one at a time and placed them in the stirrups.

“Raise your arms so I can adjust the hand straps.” When she was ready, I turned and grabbed the flogger off the table. Gabriella watched my every move, saying nothing. “Doing okay, Angel?”

“Yes...Sir.”

“Are you upset I didn’t let you come before?” Silence greeted my question. My lips twitched as I looked into her very expressive eyes. “I asked a question, Angel. When I do, I expect an answer. Maybe you would prefer to use your safe word and put a stop to everything.”

“Yes! Sir.”

“Then say the word, Gabriella, and we can call it a night.”

“I don’t want to use my safe word, Sir,” she said as she tried to adjust herself on the swing by pulling on the hand straps.

“So, you are upset I didn’t let you come,” I said and slapped the leather strips of the flogger across the palm of my hand.

“Yes, Sir.”

“Angel, that’s because I didn’t want you to come right then.” I stepped between her spread legs. “When you come, it’s going to be with my cock buried deep inside you.” I let the leather tails of the flogger graze over her pussy.

“Oh, Sir,” was all she said while her eyes flashed with heat and wiggled in the swing.

I ran the soft leather tails up over her stomach, and when I reached the middle of her breasts, I slid them over one, then the other. The snap of my wrist had the tails tapping her breast hard enough to cause a slight sting. I alternated, tapping each of few times. Her nipples hardened from the attention. The faint red marks were barely seen on her gold skin. I glided the leather back over her body, and without pause, slapped the leather tails on the inside of her thighs, one after the other. Bringing the tails close enough to her center that the small whoosh of air they stirred would be felt against her mound.

She moaned and her back arched. I repeatedly went over her body. Soft touches, then hard. Gabriella’s moans grew louder with each pass, her pussy shined with her juices. And my cock was rock hard and pressed against the zipper of my jeans.

“You still with me, Angel?” I asked as I stepped back. Her eyes focused on me with desire showing in them. I tossed the flogger on the table and grabbed the foil package I had set out, stuffing the condom into my pocket. To relieve some of my own discomfort, I unfastened my belt and pants.

“Please, Sir,” was the only thing she said, followed by a moan.

I could work with that.

Pulling my cock free as I turned back to Gabriella, the weight of my erection bobbed in her direction as I moved back between her legs. I placed my arms under her thighs, putting the swing in motion. Bringing her center to my mouth, then using my tongue, I licked from back to front, tasting her essence.

I slid my tongue through her folds and reached her clit. Circling it before sucking the hardening nub between my lips. She tried to raise her hips, the swing moving from her action. I tightened my hold on her, keeping her and the swing where I wanted them as I continued my mouth and tongue’s assault on her pussy.

I felt the shiver run through her body when I pierced my tongue through her slit and into her opening. I fucked her with my tongue until her head bent back, her body shook, and my name came from between her lips.

When she started to come down from her orgasm, I pulled my tongue away, released her legs, and retrieved the condom from my pocket. After pushing my jeans down, I made quick work of the wrapper and rolled the condom on.

I pumped my cock twice, then centered it at her opening. Placing a hand at each hip, I pulled her toward me until my cock was buried inside her.

Gabriella’s body bowed as she held onto the straps so tightly, her knuckles whitened.

“Doing okay, Angel? Do you need your safe word?” I asked and took a second to work on my own control while waiting for her to respond. I only hoped it wasn’t with her safe word because I would pull out and back away if she did. I would have no one to blame but myself. I lost focus on what I was supposed to be doing. She was the novice, and I was to introduce her to the aspects of BDSM for a submissive. Though I had started out that way—I hadn’t followed through. I let Gabriella’s responses to my touch collapse my control.

With her walls wrapped tight around and the heat radiating through, I gritted my teeth to keep from shooting off as if it were my very first time.

“No, please. I need you to move, Sir. Please.”

Christ, the plea from her snapping what little semblance of constraint I was building back, I withdrew and pushed back in. I used the swing's momentum, pushing it away and pulling it forward, along with the thrust of my hips. The rhythm stayed the same, but I picked the pace up until the muscles in my arms began to burn.

I felt the familiar tingle in my spine, the tightness in my balls, and the pressure before the explosion.

Gabriella arched her back, and when her walls began to spasm around me, my own orgasm released and I filled the condom.

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