Page 90 of Sombra
“I think we need to go shopping. I must buy you toys. Ben-wa balls. A plug.”
“Okay,” she whispers. “Now?”
“Is there a problem?” I try really, really hard to keep the amusement out of my voice.
“Yes.”Her voice is louder. “I need you.”
“I figured we could do this all night.”
The sigh from her is almost heartbreaking—but under it, I can feel the joy that she’s being attended to. And teased.
“I’ll be sure to bookmark some good sites,” I say, and I can feel her about to break.
Okay.
Enough. “But right now let’s do this.” I stride to the bed and help her to turnover and face the right way. I take one of my ribbons and secure it around her ankle, then tie that to the bedpost. After I repeat with the other ribbon, she’s now blindfolded and spread wide.
Her face flushes under the mask, her hair splays across my pillow, and her skin has a sheen on it. Those breathtaking pink nipples point at the ceiling, and she’s arching her back. Her kneecaps flexup and down, trying out the position. Getting comfortable.
She looks unbelievable—my own personal playground, but more than that, myamor.
“Do you like this?”
“Yes.” Her voice is a strong whisper. She’s sucked her lips in her mouth like she’s in pain, but I don’t think she is.
“Are you warm enough?”
“Yes.”
I lean over and begin licking her pussy again.It’s so vital, so sensitive to my touch now, that I know she’s careening toward her climax. I can tell by the way she’s tensing her thigh muscles that she wants to squeeze them around my head.
That would be fun, but they’re tied up at the moment.
In between licks and sucks, I ask, “What do you want right now?”
“I. Need. To. Come,” she grits out.
“Okay,” I whisper.
And this time I don’t stop. Her taste. Dios, there’s nothing better. I’m lapping up her juices, loving her, giving myself wholeheartedly. My tongue soothes her swollen pussy and coaxes her engorged clit. I play her with my fingers. The subtle shifts in her skin tone and increasingly frenzied way her leg muscles clench tells me she’s spellbound, engrossed in the sensations I’m giving her.
And when she lets go—
Joder.
It’s a cry of pleasure that goes on and on and on. I canseeher orgasm—her pussy shakes, her body ripples, out of control. I love watching how she feels. And I can’t wait any longer. Unbuckling my belt, I shove my pants down, kick them to the ground, and come up on the bed over her. Then I lift up her blindfold. “Hi,” I say.
“Hey.”
“We make love now?”
She nods vigorously, biting her lip.
“Okay.” I line myself up and slide into her opening, and she sighs so deliciously I can’t feel or know anything but her acceptance of me. I’m thrusting in her, watching her body move with mine. I love how her breasts shake. Her arms claw at the sheets. Her eyes are closed, mouth open, panting.
I’m faraway, but at thesame time I’m fully present in her.
“I love your cock in me,” she bursts out. “You’re so sexy. This is beyond—”
