Who watches the watchers - part nine

[JackJonesHull]

He could barely breathe. His head locked in her grip. Her hands had jumped to his head, fingers wrapped in his hair pulling him into her. Her legs now over his shoulders, heels digging into his back. His mouth locked to her, tongue still exploring her as she shook around his ministrations. She has become his universe, all that he could sense was her.

If this was to be his end, if he was to suffocate here, then so be it. His only thought was to die with the honour of giving pleasure. So on he went.

She had wanted to call out "No more!" But the words would not come. Her mouth could not form the words, it could only gasp for breath as this man took her beyond what she thought possible. She was lost to the crashing pleasure he was driving. This captured ***ping tom had just been an idle pastime in her mind but everything was changed. A primal creature she did not expect had escaped the place within her and had gained possession.

She shook again and cried out weakly, another wash of sweetness reached his lips and he pulled away enough to catch a breath. A groan of effort escaped and he sensed her realise his predicament as her grip loosened slightly.

He managed to look up at her and found her wide eyes fixed on him, her chest rising and falling asleep she too took deep breaths. The moment froze as they both took stock.

He knew that he would do whatever she wanted of him. That despite how this had started he was not seeking an escape.

She could no longer think clearly at all. Whatever she had become was her reality and it controlled her.

He had sat back a little, her calves upon his shoulders, and knew only desire. His face must have displayed his every thought as he saw a wide, but predatory, smile gaining purchase on hers. He rose up slowly from his knees with obvious intent. Her feet now resting flat upon his upper chest, her knees slightly bent causing her thighs slightly wider.

But he was misled and instead of welcoming his engorged hardness she had something else in mind. She suddenly pushed hard with both feet and he found himself ***d first backwards and then unbalanced to land on his back on the coffee table. Before the full realisation of what has changed had struck him she had leapt from her prone position to be knelt astride and above him.

The ropes which still wrapped him in her hands like reins. Her teeth at his throat.

"Oh no sir, though your debt is well paid I need more. We shall negotiate I think...." The purr of pleasure allowed the words to come.


To be continued (if so desired).
Cc