Michael cupped my face in my hands. “Sav, let me please you with my mouth, let me do what I want to do to you”. My wrinkled brow made him continue. “I want to feel you squirm under my touch. I want to have you in my mouth. I want the ultimate control of your body”.
I covered his hands, still on my face, with my own hands. “Michael, I don’t understand. You do please me. I haven’t had a man please me and satisfy me the way you have”. Slowly I removed his hands from my face and placed them down around my behind.
We had been watching a movie, cuddled on my couch under a blanket, sipping some wine. The weather was cooling down outside. The brightly colored red and orange leaves had already started to fall off their branches from the tree in my yard.
Before the movie was even over, Michael had moved his hands in between my legs, claiming he was looking for warmth. Within minutes he had me laid down, legs spread, comfortably positioned where he proceeded to kiss my forehead, my eyelids, my nose, placing soft, sweet innocent kisses everywhere on my face except my mouth. I had laid there, patiently, eyes closed, waiting to feel his mouth on mine.
He didn’t kiss my mouth…..instead he proceeded. Lower and lower, past my belly, down over my pajama bottoms. I’d stopped him there, pulling him back up to me. I kissed his mouth, letting my tongue slide into his, finally exploring his tongue, lightly running my tongue over his teeth, over everything his beautiful mouth had to offer. He kissed me back passionately, biting my lower lip, sucking and tugging at my lips with his teeth. I had gasped, throwing my head back, allowing him access to my neck, which he sucked on and let his tongue slide up and down over my neck. “I want you Michael”, I’d whispered.
Which was when he got up and stood there, in the middle of my living room, looking down at me.
“What is it? Why’d you stop?” I asked.
“You want me Savannah?”
“Yes Michael, I want you. Of course I want you”.
“Let me please you. The way I want to please you”.
I laughed. This was when he put his hands on my face.
I still didn’t understand what he was getting at and why he thought he didn’t please me. Maybe my senses were impaired because of the wine.
We stood there, together, his arms wrapped around my body, my arms around his waist.
“Come”, I said and guided him towards my bedroom.
I stood at the foot of my bed . He came towards me and touched my hair. I reached over to him and ever so slowly lifted his white t-shirt over his stomach. I let my fingers slowly slide up the newly exposed skin, gently teasing and caressing. Michael’s hands clenched my hair tighter and I gasped loudly. “Michael.”
Michael pulled my head back in order to access my neck easily. With the other free hand, he pulled my tank top over my head and threw it over his shoulder. He turned me around and cupped my breasts from behind. I leaned my body into his, turning my head to kiss him. He ran his tongue from my mouth to my cheek and up into my ear. I moaned, loudly again, enjoying his experienced tongue as he moved again from my ear down to my neck, onto my shoulders.
I turned around and reached for his jeans. He pulled my hands away.
“I meant it when I said I wanted full control of your body. Tonight, it’s all about you baby”, he said.
I knew my Michael. He loved giving me control. He enjoyed watching my mouth on his dick. He loved watching my body pound on top of his, he loved surrendering himself to me. He knew how satisfied I got from giving him pleasure. All this talk about wanting to please me was confusing.
I thought back to our last encounter, the night of the club, in the shower, when I gave myself fully to Michael. I remembered the look on his face when I told him I would give him what he wanted. I reminded him of that night.
“No baby, you don’t get it. Let me show you”, he said with a wicked grin on his face.
A thrill shot through my body, a rush of excitement. The feeling you get when your lover leans in for that kiss. The kind of feeling you get when your lover first thrusts his hard cock into your wet pussy. The kind of feeling that you don’t want to end.
Michael laid on the bed and pulled me on top of him, my bare soft breasts crushed by his bare hard chest. He ran his fingers down my back, making me arch in pleasure. Dear God, I thought, he knows exactly where to touch my body.
I kissed him, hard, fiercely and passionately. I wanted all of him. I wanted to consume his whole being with my mouth. I wanted to take as much of him in as I could, this lust overwhelming my body and my mind.
I felt the hardness through his jeans and smiled my lustful smile. Slowly I made my way down, over his chest, trailing kisses on his body, ready to feast on his manhood and please him the way I knew how.
Suddenly, Michael grabbed me and turned me over. In one swift movement, he pulled my pajama bottoms off and got on top of me, pulling my arms up above my head. He looked deep into my eyes, recognizing the hungry look of lust. He kissed me again, this time, gently, slowly, ever so lovingly. I tried to move under him, wanting to escape his grip so I could climb on his body. Michael tightened his hold on my hands above my head and smiled.
“Let go Savannah, give yourself to me. I want you the way you won’t allow me. I want you completely. Allow yourself to let go Savannah, give me your control”.
I laughed nervously and said, “Oh Michael, just fuck me please”.
He let go of my hands and moved in between my legs, spreading them and allowing himself full view of my already wet pussy.
“Your pussy is glistening baby“, he said. My pussy throbbed, aching for his dick. He looked up into my eyes and then again at my pussy. Again, the throbbing, almost as if it was enjoying the attention.
“Michael please”, I begged.
Michael bent down and with the slowest of motions, licked the wetness in between my thighs. I moaned. He did it again. And then again. And each time felt like it was at an even slower pace. My mouth parted in anticipation.
“You’re so sweet, you taste so sweet”, he said.
I moved my hands to his belt buckle, struggling to get it off, wanting desperately to feel his big cock in my hands. Again, he pushed my hands away. He got off the bed.
“Do you trust me?” he asked.
“Of course I trust you”, I answered.
“Well, I don’t trust you”, he said with a smile, deftly removing his belt and sliding his jeans over his muscular legs.
The sight of his bare legs made me weak in the knees and I reached out to touch him. Michael was delaying this and I needed to have him in my mouth, I needed to feel his fully erect cock in my mouth.
I sat up on the edge of the bed and wrapped my arms around him, pulling him to me, my mouth open and ready to have his hard dick inside my mouth.
He pushed me hard onto the bed, surprising me with his force. “And this is why I don’t trust you”, he said.
“You move too fast, you expect too quickly, you fuck too hard”, he continued as he climbed on top of me again, this time, fully naked. He mounted me, the way I’d done to him many times before and gently squeezed my breasts. My eyes closed to enjoy the full pleasure. “You take control of my body and you fuck this dick until I can’t take anymore and I have no choice but to bust”. I let the sound of his deep, smooth voice caress my body as I laid there enjoying the feel of his hands on my breasts. “You make me come, over and over again. You don’t stop until you have every bit of me for your satisfaction. So tonight”, he paused to take my nipple in his mouth. I opened my eyes and watched him as he licked the tip of my hard nipple and then gently bit it. “So tonight, I will make you come over and over again. Tonight, I want total and entire control of you. Tonight, I will make love to your pussy”.
My thoughts were all jumbled and nothing was making sense, except in my head, I knew that whatever it was Michael wanted was guaranteed to bring me sensual pleasure.
Quickly he threw my legs over his shoulders and settled in between my legs. I glanced down and met Michael’s gaze, a smile forming on his lips. All of a sudden, he delved deep into my pussy, making me squeal with delight. “Oh fuck!”, I yelled out. He kissed in between my thighs as if he was kissing my mouth, licking and nibbling and gently biting. This feeling was ecstasy. I moved my legs away from his face and squirmed my way underneath him, trying to position myself so he could fuck my throbbing pussy.
He moved away and again with a devilish grin said, “You see what I mean? Let yourself be pleasured”. He moved quickly off the bed and reached for his jeans, removing his belt from the belt loops. “You don’t let me do what I want Savannah, you don’t let me enjoy you. You don’t listen do you?” He brought the belt back onto the bed and smacked my breasts lightly with it. Surprisingly, a surge of anticipation rushed my body and he noticed this. “Hmmm, did my little freak just get a little freakier?” he said, lightly smacking my breasts again. The thrill of the slight pain excited me further and I needed to feel Michael inside me.
“Michael”, I pleaded again.
“Shhh”, he said. A thrill raced through my body at the sound of his voice with such unexpected authority. He raised my arms above my head for a second time. “I’m going to tie you up baby”, he said, “But I need to make sure you trust me”.
I was breathing hard, barely able to speak my complete trust. I nodded.
“I need to hear you say it. I want you to know that the second you ask me to stop, trust that I will stop and untie you, understand? I need you to know that I wouldn’t do anything ever to hurt you in this lifetime or any other lifetimes I will have the pleasure of living again with you”. I was intoxicated by his words. They were erotica in my head.
“Yes, I trust you. I trust you wholeheartedly. I trust you won’t hurt me. Now Michael, please”, I breathed.
He tied the belt around my hands, and made sure I couldn’t come free. He reached down and kissed me, assuring me of my trust in him. He took the untied end of the belt and wrapped it around my bedpost. He had a smug look on his face, like he was finally getting what he wanted.
Michael didn’t waste any time. His mouth went back to my pussy and continued kissing and licking and sucking. It seemed the more he sucked, the wetter I became. I ground my hips against his mouth, inviting him in deeper. And deeper Michael went. He touched me with his fingers, gently, unsure of my response. When he inserted one finger, I moaned loudly. And then he pushed a second finger inside and I cried out. He removed his fingers and held them up for me to see.
“See this?”, he asked. “See your sweetness? This is all mine, all mine to have baby girl. You’re not getting any of it. You don’t get to lick this off my dick baby. You don’t get to enjoy the taste of your own pussy off my dick”. My mouth opened and I stuck out my tongue, hoping to entice him.
“That’s not going to work baby. All this juice, all this sweetness is for my pleasure.” He bore into me with his fingers, moved inside me and brought them up to my face, closer to my mouth this time. I raised my head off the pillow trying hard to reach his fingers with my tongue. He laughed and put his fingers in his mouth, lazily licking every last drop, teasing me with his tongue.
I laid my head back and closed my eyes, anticipating his next move. Michael licked me again, slowly at first and then faster, his tongue working its magic inside me. He put his fingers inside and this time, he hooked them ever so slightly, and I thought I was going to come. I thrust my hips off the mattress, higher up against his mouth, gyrating and moving to the thrust of his fingers. He didn’t stop. He continued the movement of his fingers inside me while his mouth licked and probed and sucked.
I wanted to grab the back of his head hard and press his mouth deeper into me but I couldn’t, I was under his command and unable to do anything. My pleasure was beyond my control.
“Dammit Michael”, I cried out, more in desperation than in anger. I felt the waves rushing over me and I knew I was going to come in his mouth and there was nothing I could do to stop it.
“Michael”, I cried out again. He looked up at me, lust in his eyes, but didn’t stop his movement. His fingers still inside me, his mouth on my wet pussy, licking and kissing, as if he knew I was on the brink of my orgasm, continuously moving his fingers simultaneously with his tongue. He stroked around my clit gently with his tongue and no words could explain the feeling this tiny action brought me. I threw my head back hard into the pillow and clenched my muscles. He felt this and licked around my clit again, this time with a slightly harder stroke.
The way he did this, the way his tongue moved around the sensitive hood of my most private and sensual part of my body had me love-drunk. My head was now shaking from side to side, uncontrollably. I looked down at him again and with his eyes still on mine, he pushed his fingers deeper yet, his tongue now lashing at my clit, faster and faster still.
What he did next was inexplicable beyond any words.
Michael grabbed my ass and lifted it off the bed. With one long, excruciatingly slow movement of his wonderful, pleasing tongue, he licked me, from my ass, up and around my swollen pussy and back down to my ass. I froze in amazement, allowing my body full submission to Michael’s mouth.
I was crying out loud non-stop, my head thrashing on the pillow. Uncontrollably, almost subconsciously, I wrapped my legs around Michael’s neck and he moaned loudly, expressing his pleasure in my submission. When he moaned, I felt the vibrating waves pulsate through my pussy and I screamed out louder. Michael didn’t stop. He slid his hands underneath and grabbed my ass again, allowing his mouth to drop lower. He thrust his tongue into my ass. I thought I would die from this immense pleasure. His mouth moved again into my pussy and he followed with his fingers.
“Michael, oh dear, fuck, Michael, oh dear, oh my…” I couldn’t control my moaning, my legs tightly wrapped around his neck, his mouth sucking away, his fingers pressed up into my spot, I was overcome by emotions, emotions controlled by my pussy. Michael was moaning with me, his mouth non-stop full of action on my pussy.
Michael felt my orgasm before I did. He moved his fingers faster, his tongue stroke got stronger and my hips thrust up into his face, readying myself for my explosion. He continued movement of his fingers deep inside me and he moved once, twice, never losing the rhythm with his tongue and then, “Ohhhhh my God”, I screamed. “Ohhhh, fuck me with that mouth baby”, I yelled and I ground my pussy against his mouth, adding an extra bit of measure to my orgasm. I screamed uncontrollably, eyes rolling into the back of my head, writhing my hips against his hand, his mouth, non-stop waves overflowing me with sensuality and pleasure.
My body tensed up and I came with an incredible force, my body uncontrollably convulsing against the mattress. I felt the moisture releasing and Michael moaned with pleasure, enjoying the result of his love’s work.
I stopped moving. My body laid there, limp and lifeless and unable to move, hands still tied above my head. Michael moved away from in between my legs, his lips wet from the juice of my pussy and kissed me deeply, finally allowing me to taste myself from his mouth. He looked at me, my eyes struggling to open to look back at him. I could see the satisfied look on his face. He moved on top of me, making sure I felt his still erect cock on my stomach.
“Mmm”, I moaned.
“Guess what?” he asked.
“Mmm”, I moaned again, not the slightest bit interested in what he had to say.
“It’s my turn”…….