Ashley
Oh, my God! I can’t believe how the tables have turned. For years I watched Carter Blaine on television getting seduced by women, who would always end with only giving him head, usually never even getting anything in return. But now, he’s the one moving down my body, wanting to please me knowing I can’t do anything for him.
I’m living the dream and fantasy of so many women, and the realization is not lost on me as my body relaxes, ready to feel his head between my legs. So much has happened between us in so little time. It’s like we’ve been together for years after sharing so much of ourselves and spending so much time together.
I’m so engulfed in everything Carter; I’ve barely spoken to my friends since we began seeing each other. It’s like my life has changed, his needs and lifestyle becoming even more important to me than my own. With the rules changing every day, it’s like the network is trying to make him fail, and that upsets me because he has done everything right.
There’s no way I’ll let him succumb to failure just because they don’t want to pay up. I don’t care about my contract anymore, obviously, but I do want Carter to see his big payday. There’s no way I’m going to let him break it for me, even though he seemed disappointed when I wouldn’t let him.
His lips are moving down my belly so slowly, he knows exactly how to turn me on, and my body is heating up for him. I can’t stand how quickly he can bring me to climax, but of course it has its benefits. He’s a puppet master when it comes to the bedroom, always in control and enjoying toying with me as he does it.
Twisting my hips, I squirm beneath his mouth as the sensuality of his kisses tickles my sensitive skin. I’m always on high alert when he’s around, and when his mouth is on me it's even more intense. What would usually feel like a pinch or a brush against me, feels much more severe, often causing me to cry out in pleasure.
It’s a spell he puts me under, a spell that makes him a sex God, and me a grateful slave, always willing and ready for whatever he plans to dole out. I can’t imagine ever tiring of his touch, or even the taste of him. I could make out with him all day and be completely satisfied. I swear he could make me climax without ever touching me. It’s just a complete mind fuck the way he dominates me, both physically and mentally.
Wasting no more time, he delves right in between my legs, lapping me with that thick and long tongue. Just thinking about it makes me miss his cock, which the production crew has pretty much made completely off limits. There seems to be nothing I can do to get him off, and it's still incredibly erotic that this is what he wants. He must enjoy pleasing me as much as I do him. I could cum from hearing him call my name or groan his appreciation.
“Ahh!” I call out, his lips working over my sex, before he moves to my thighs, nibbling away at the soft skin between my legs. He does this mix of sweet and spicy, where he bites me before kissing the bite mark with his tongue. It feels so good, a blend of pain and pleasure. After repeating this on both of my inner thighs, he kisses up my belly, returning to his favorite – my breasts.
I love the way he massages me with his tongue, and this morning is no different, as he takes a mouthful of my soft breast into his mouth, swirling his tongue around my nipple. My arousal growing, I feel the nipple harden in his mouth, which seems to be his goal because afterwards he immediately tugs at it with his front teeth.
Sucking hard on my nipple, causing me to cry out, he slides his hand between my legs, slipping two fingers into my slippery sex. The pressure erases the pain from his suction, and I focus on the sensation between my legs as the intense waves build in my abdomen.
I cannot believe the amount of orgasms I’ve experienced in the past two days; it’s like he’s going for a world record or something the way he keeps pushing me to the edge. I didn’t even know I could cum this much, but it’s like every one is better than the last so I’m definitely not complaining.
Working on my second breast, with his fingers sliding in and out of me, I feel myself ready to explode, but I know he’s going to stop soon. It’s just what he does, and I know there’s no way it could be this easy, so I try to prepare myself for the let down, but the build up is just too sweet to fight. My body is begging for the release, and tears literally sting my eyes knowing he'll soon snatch away my climax.
“Carter, please let me cum for you,” I plead.
He doesn’t say a word, well, he really can’t with a mouthful of boob, but he remains silent and I think that means he won’t be letting me cum after all. His hand is slamming into me, and I’m crying out his name over and over as I feel myself going over the edge.
Knowing the painful halt to my pleasure is coming, I try to hold back, but it's useless. This orgasm is rattling me to my core and there’s nothing I can do about it. I’m halfway through the climax before I finally relax, sure he’s not going to tease me, though I can’t say I’m not shocked. I was certain he would make me beg.
“That’s one,” he whispers, his mouth moving from my breasts down to my navel, his tongue lapping around the sensitive area as I twist and wiggle beneath his seduction.
“Baby!” I yelp and he chuckles before nibbling around my belly and moving between my legs.
He’s positioning himself between my legs like he’s moving in, and I glance down to see if I can tell what he’s doing, but he’s staring at my sex like he’s examining me or something. I’ve never met a man more interested in knowing everything about a woman’s pleasure. He already controls me and has the power to make me cum at the drop of a dime, but now he’s looking for clues that could help him even more.
With his hands pulling my lips apart, he leans between my legs and runs the flat of his tongue against my exposed clitoris. My back arches in complete ecstasy, the sensation shooting chills up my spine. Oh my, it feels indescribable as he sucks me so gently I can barely feel it. My body builds again, and he continues in the most patient and gentle way ever. The second orgasm washes over me and I feel weak, my chest heaving as I pant uncontrollably.
“That’s two,” he whispers.
Carter doesn’t even pause, rising on his knees to better access my opening. I’m still rolling through a climax as he slides two fingers in, sucking my clit a little more aggressively.
Holy hell it’s good! He's an expert at my body, and I know there’s nothing he can ever do for me to stop craving him like a fiend. I’m completely addicted to him and his ability to drive me up a wall of satisfaction. My muscles are tight, a bit tired from clenching as I fight through the waves that are already beginning to build again.
My heart feels like it could explode, I’m so taken by my intense feelings for him. It’s more than just the sex, much more than orgasms. I’ve never felt this strongly for a man in my life and our sex and the intensity of it reflects that connection. I couldn’t have this type of experience based on sex alone. It’s the combination of my feelings for him in conjunction with how he touches and licks me. When he grips my hips, it makes me cream, and now that his head is between my legs, driving me to another orgasm, I want to cry tears of joy.
Reaching my hand down, I rest my hand on his head, much like he did to me when I was sucking him off. My hips are lifting from the bed, surging forward to feel more of his tongue, and my hand is gently pushing his head forward. If I’m not mistaken, I can actually hear him laughing at my desperation. He knows he makes me a fiend for him, but I don’t care.
His fingers are sliding in and out of me, his mouth wrapped around my clit, and I know it won’t be long before the waves turn into a tsunami and rush out of me in another impactful release. I’m not afraid of the next climax as I have been in the past; instead I’m embracing it, ready to lose myself to him.
With each climax we share together I feel like we fall deeper in love, and I want so desperately to drown in his affection and love. I can feel how much he cares for me, just doing this so passionately shows how much my enjoyment means to him. The fact that I can’t get him off is frustrating, but rather than wanting to abstain altogether he wants to just get me off. It’s the definition of erotic romance and I just love him so much for it.
“That’s three,” he smiles up at me as my face contorts in what feels like an ugly face as my body twitches and shakes, trembles running through me.
God, how much does he want me to cum? I mean, that’s more than enough. I didn’t even know I could cum that much! Although I feel like I need a break, I can’t stop myself from wanting more, so when he slides another finger inside of me, I don’t even pretend like I want him to stop.
“You want some more, baby?” he asks, glancing up with hooded eyes. I know he wants to make me cum again, and I can’t understand how he gets so much pleasure from this.
“Yes, Carter,” I moan, and he smiles before diving back in for another taste.
His tongue is so masterful, lifting and twisting parts of me as he maneuvers around my sex like a surgeon. With my hand still in his hair, I grip a handful of strands as my next orgasm begins to build. I know this one will rattle me to my core, but those are always the best, so I’m eager and anxious to let myself fall apart for him.
“Mmm…” he moans against my pussy lips in the way he knows I like so much. I’m ready to explode again, but I need more, my body stagnant at that last stage of build up. Leaning forward, I lunge into him, my body racing and desperate, my climax evading me. He seems to understand and grazes his teeth along my clit until I spill over, creaming into his mouth.
“God! Yes! Carter!” I yell, my breathing ragged as my body grows even more tired. I’ve just woken up and suddenly I need a nap to deal with him.
“That’s four, baby,” he whispers, beaming with pride.
“That’s enough, Carter,” I assure him, but he doesn’t look satisfied just yet.
“One more,” he reasons and I look down at him, wanting to quit, but his pleading eyes filled with lust make me nod in agreement. Who am I kidding? I could never tell him no, he’s too sexy and dominant for that.
His mouth takes my pussy and clit together, swirling his tongue around me between sucking me gently. I cry out, the pleasure taking me by surprise. It’s a feeling I’ve never felt, as he’s never done this to me. It seems he has even more tricks, this being one I’ve yet to enjoy, but oh my does it feel marvelous.
“Carter! I love you!” The words fall out of my mouth, and I can tell they drive him on, because he begins working me over with a new vigor, his mouth eager for me to climax again.
Between my moans and ecstasy, I’m so lost to him that I feel myself leaving my body. It’s like I’m floating above myself, completely unaware how all of this happened. I can’t believe my life has changed so drastically in so little time. Never did I think I could fall so deeply in love with someone, let alone Carter Blaine, the man that every woman in the world wants to fall for.
He is everything I ever dreamed of and more, and he's so in love with me he’s happy to please me even when he can’t please himself.
“Mmm… I love you more, baby,” he glances up to me, biting his lip with that hunger in his eyes and I know he wants me as bad as I want him.
My goodness, this is the most intense waiting period of my life. It’s like we both want to explode, but I’m the only one about to now. My body is twisting beneath him, his lips back on my sex, as his hands reach up to massage each of my breasts. The vibrations begin in my belly as always, and then they’re climbing through my body until it feels like every inch, every curve, every hair on my body, is stimulated to its maximum level and I’m a gentle nod away from losing control.
Unlike the previous four orgasms, Carter chooses to build me up slowly this time, his pace slowing and speeding up in the way he does when he wants me to cum hard and long. He’s after a big finale for sure. I can’t blame him, but I know my body is spent already. My clit is swollen and overly sensitive, and my heart is racing again.
My legs rise in the air as he digs into me with his tongue, his finger now squeezing my razor-sharp nipples while I shove my pussy forward, seeking more pressure. He feels so amazing, my orgasm is only second away until he slows the rhythm again, and my heart rate dips until he starts his attack all over again.
It’s the sweetest torture, and I’m not even complaining. My body is overly grateful for his performance, and honestly he could do this to me as long as he wants, I’m happy to accept, but I hope he doesn’t. I do still want my climax, my greedy pussy ready for another release.
“Oh, Carter, baby! Yes!” I yell. I’m close, very close, and he’s not slowing this time, so I think there might be a chance he’s going to let me go all the way. I brace myself, knowing this may tear me apart, my body fragile from the day’s events.
“Mmm…” he moans into my sex, my body arching and twisting, wanting him to take more of me into his mouth but also wanting to pull away, run away from the pleasure I know will spark an explosion within me. It’s a weird contradiction in my mind.
“Yes! Yes! Right there, baby!” I yell. Carter runs his fingertips down my body quickly, my sensitive skin coming alive beneath his touch. Slipping two fingers inside of me, he begins hitting my g-spot with his fingers curling upward as he licks my opening, his tongue subtly stimulating my clit.
I feel myself going over the edge, a strange sound coming from my mouth as I moan and cry all at once, tears beginning to roll down my cheeks. The sensation is just too intense, every single one of my emotions seem to seep out of me as my hormones overflow.
“Oh God!” I cry as I rattle, my legs in the air, shaking uncontrollably, my nipples are ringing with sensation as my climax goes over the edge, pouring out into his mouth as he slurps my juices in appreciation.
“He hums as he drinks my release, his mouth continuing to work me over as I ride out the waves of my climax. It is so unbelievably sexy and erotic. I can’t take how much he turns me on, or enjoys my pleasure.
In my relationship with men, it’s often been a one-sided exchange, where I care so much about getting them off, but it is not usually reciprocated. Here, I think Carter may actually be more invested in my pleasure than I am in his, which says a whole lot because I’m utterly obsessed with making him cum.
“That’s five,” he whispers once he’s satisfied that he’s gotten every drop of my release, kissing up my body until his lips are on mine, my arousal distinctly on his tongue.
“That was incredible,” I breathe, completely out of breath, tears streaming down my face.
“I told you I was going to make you cry,” he justifies, wiping my tears with the pads of his thumb before kissing my cheeks as I huff in agreement.
“I love you, Carter,” I manage and he kisses me passionately, responding without a single word. I can feel the intensity, taste his love, as our tongues intertwine with a vengeance, each of us wishing we could take it further, but I won’t allow it.
We’re so close from his goal, and I won’t be the reason he fails. That level of betrayal is unforgivable and I won’t cross him in that way. I may not have been completely honest, but I will and until then I still have limits on what I’m willing to do.
“I love you more,” he smirks.
“It’s a good thing we love each other. It’ll make the sex worth the wait,” I glance up at him and can tell he agrees from the sparkle in his eye.