Ellis
Setting down the pinwheel, I press my lips to the center of Camilla’s spine. My fingertips skim down her back at each side, and my cock aches over her moans and her shuddering body.
The way her chest is pressed against the slope of the ramp, so she can inch her ass higher in the air, incites a growl from deep in my chest. I want her so damn bad. To fuck her hard from behind. To own her at this moment.
My tongue darts out, and I drag it down her spine, causing bumps to rise to the surface of her skin. Moving behind her on my knees, I glide my hands along her hips before I pull back on them just a touch, teasing her of what’s to come.
Her arms come out from under her cheek, yanking the restraints, the sound like a dinner bell for my cock. I’m so fucking hungry for her.
I spread her ass cheeks apart, and she’s on her forearms in an instant, shoving her ass up for me. My tongue skims down her crack until it reaches her slick cunt.
She’s soaking wet, her pussy waiting for me to have a taste … to fuck it with my tongue and my cock, slow at first, and then hard and fast.
“God, yes, Sir. Please give me more,” she begs through a moan.
Fucking hell. I want to give her more. My shaft far up her ass is what I’d like to give her. My mouth covers her pussy, and I eat her out. She’s practically dripping on my face as I lick and stroke her, pulling her cheeks apart more.
She’s saying the word Sir repeatedly with a chorus of moans, and every time she gets to the brink, I ease up. I continue this several times, preventing her orgasm.
“Please, Sir, let me come.”
Finally, her wish is my command, so I flick her clit until she breaks into a thousand pieces against my mouth. I hold her hips still to keep her from collapsing.
Fuck, I want to rush along, to get my dick inside her, but at the same time, I never want this to end. I stretch over and grab the lube from the floor.
Squirting it all over her ass, I watch as it shines even up into the two sexy dimples of her lower back. My fingers spread it along her asshole before I pick up the butt plug.
“Baby, breathe as I slide this inside your ass.” Her back rises with a deep inhale, and she sticks her ass up farther. I knew she fucking wanted this. Barely inserting the tip, I watch as her muscles clamp around it. “Breathe … try to relax.”
She does it for me, and it allows me to inch the plug into her. Within a minute, I have a few of the four and a half inches inside.
Her moans haven’t subsided, and I’m about to come from the way her ass twitches as her muscles squeeze the plug tight.
Imagining my cock in its place, I can’t take another second, so I shove down my sweats, and holding the butt plug steady, I glide my shaft into her tight pussy.
“Oh, I feel so full with both,” she utters.
“That’s right. Take us both.” I pull back, and pushing the plug completely in at the same time, I sink inside her once again, deeper this time.
“Fuck, you feel sensational.” Clutching her hip, I begin moving faster. I’m slapping against her ass as she squeezes my cock, and the sight of her is going to be my undoing.
Restrained wrists.
Her arched back.
Her perfect lubed ass at my service.
Erotic red stockings.
And a plug deep inside her asshole.
Christ. “Come now, my Rose. Come now.”
She does as I order like I’m the fucking majesty. My dick couldn’t be clenched tighter by her pussy, and as we come together, I slide the plug out from her ass.
She cries from the pleasure, her whole body shaking in ecstasy, and I can’t remember a greater moment in my life. “Shit, baby, yes,” I manage to say through a long groan.
I drop the plug to the floor, and wrapping my arm around her upper thighs, I fall over her back, wanting to be skin to skin with her. I also feel the need to collapse as I come down from an immense high.
Figuring she’s uncomfortable, I reluctantly move and undo her restraints. Helping her down from the ramp, I pick her up and carry her over to the turned-down bed.
With her eyes closed, she scoots over to make room for me. I climb in next, and without hesitation, she moves back to me and presses her feverish body to mine. Her arm circles my waist as we both heave for breaths.
“Thank you, Sir,” she whispers.
Kissing her silky hair, I pull her closer.
The woman in my dreams is real, and she’s all mine.