Page 17 of H Is for Hardcore

“You’re probably just dying to reach out and take it in your hands, but you can’t, because you’re not allowed to move.” I pulled my hand away from her and slowly stroked my cock a few times for good measure, watching her watch me.

I stopped only because I was getting too excited myself.

Kneeling between her spread legs, I braced my hands on either side of her and leaned down to kiss her. I let only our lips and tongues touch, keeping my body away from her. She’d want to press up, wrap around me for full-body contact, and I thought I felt her tense to do so before she remembered.

When I was satisfied that she was well kissed, I moved down to capture one rosy nipple in my mouth. She gasped with pleasure. I suckled gently, teasing her, not giving her the pressure she really wanted. I blew on the wet flesh, watching it pucker. Emily would have loved to thread her hands through my hair and pull my face against her, encouraging me to bite and twist her nipples, but I held off.

Then Emily asked, “Am I allowed to talk?”

I grinned. “Did I say you were gagged?”

“No.”

“Then talking’s fine.”

“I want you to play with my nipples harder,” she said.

“What’s the magic word?” I trailed my fingertips across her breasts, circling her areolas.

“Please. Oh, God, please. I can’t stand it!”

I did play with them harder, but gradually, working my way up to nibbling and grazing my teeth against one while I pinched and tweaked the other. And I stayed there a good long time. I was giving Emily exactly what she wanted, but to the point that it was getting her so aroused that she was going insane. She was reduced to babbling and imploring me to lick her, to touch her clit, to do something.

I let her beg for a few minutes, because it was turning me on something fierce, before I left a trail of kisses down her abdomen and turned my attention to between her spread thighs. She was so wet, her lips swollen and her clit pouting, I wanted to dive in and lick her, taste her, feel her quiver and hear her scream as I brought her to orgasm again and again.

Instead, I slowly slid one finger into her. Her inner muscles clenched around me, but it wasn’t enough to make her come, just drive her a little more crazy. I removed my finger, caressed her gently from pussy to clit to ass, leaving a glistening trail. I slipped inside her again, gave a little teasing crook of my finger, and pulled out to the sound of her hissing breath. I used her own moisture as I played with her anus, just around the opening.

Then I pulled out my next items: a bottle of lube and a string of anal beads.

Her eyes widened.

Coating my fingers, I carefully slid in and out of her, making sure she was relaxed and comfortable before I slid the beads in, one by excruciating one. I swear the hair on her forearms was standing up by the time I was finished.

I tugged on the string, just a little, as she got used to the feeling of the beads stuffed inside her. I swear her clit was twitching. I’d never seen Emily so aroused, so on edge.

Bondage, even only verbally enforced, was very, very good for her.

Finally, I indulged my own desires and bent forward to lick her. I ran my tongue between her lips and all the way around her before flicking lightly against her clit. Her hips twitched, but she kept her butt firmly on the bed, as much as it must have been driving her crazy not to push against the fleeting pressure and find her release.

“You’ve been very good,” I said. “Here’s your reward.”

I fluttered my tongue against her needy clit and at the same time, as she started to pitch over the edge, I pulled the anal beads from her.

Emily screamed.

Her hands were clenched, her wrists pressed against her thighs as if they were actually trapped there. Her hips rocked up a little, but no more than they would if her ankles had been tethered to the bedposts. Her face contorted, her head thrashed back and forth, and the muscles in her neck stood out in relief from the force of her orgasm and her efforts not to move with it. Just as I’d imagined when we’d talked a few days ago, her hair was a wild tangle around her, and her body glistened with a light coat of sweat.

Gorgeous. Wild and lustful and just plain gorgeous.

My cock ached from want, and after that performance, I saw no need to hold off.

When I thought she might be able to answer a simple question, I asked her, “Do you want me to come in your pussy or your mouth?”

Emily licked her lips. “My mouth. Please.”

She twitched, started to sit up. “Hold still,” I said. “I’ll let you know when you can move.”

I shifted position, lifted her head so I could stick a pillow under it. Then I more or less knelt down over her face, stuck my cock into her mouth and began moving it in and out—slowly at first, a tease for both of us. “I’m fucking your mouth tonight,” I said. “Hold still and suck. I’ll do most of the work.”

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