The Corner of H & L (18)

Her mouth was wet – so wet with saliva – and unnaturally warm. I ached to thrust deeper and my pelvis wrenched, but she forced me back into the mattress with the press of one hand so she could control the pace. She didn’t start by sucking. She just sealed her lips in a ring halfway down my shaft and rolled her jaw so I sloshed between the slick walls of her cheeks, the roof of her mouth, and her tongue.

God, her tongue! It was as flexible and strong as finger, but it moved like a snake. She didn’t rub or press with it – she cradled my shaft and squeezed it against the roof of her mouth.

I don’t usually make much noise when I’m having sex, but I know I was groaning and gasping. My hands clenched against the confines of my shirt sleeves, and reached fruitlessly for the headboard. I was too far down the bed, so I settled with finally squirming out of the shirts and gripping the duvet.

She had pushed me out of her mouth and was now basting me with her lips, lubricating me from base to tip with long, hot swipes of her tongue. Her tongue was incredibly long – long enough to wrap halfway around my shaft and hold me in the open saddle of her lips – and she slid up and down that way, turning her head until I was dripping on all sides. At no point did her lips or tongue go dry; her saliva continued to well from her mouth until it began to pool around the base of my cock, in the crater between my balls. Before it could drip further she dipped down to slurp it up, then further down to scoop each ball between her lips and suckle.

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Cheating Life – 12.4

A part of my mind – that small part which always watched from outside – bobbed above the ocean of immediacy and sensation. I was amazed by her dramatic skill even as I shivered each time she let her nails or lips brush the tender parts of my neck. She whispered dirty things in my ear, and did dirty things without ever moving from behind me, just out of view over my shoulder. Though we were both still clothed, our bodies were twined, and I could feel her skin warming and mine cooling as we mingled. Her voice was constant, sultry, teasing. I listened in stunned awe as her lips murmured threats and promises I can’t repeat. My sense of self became saturated in my fascination with her – my captivation by her – and sunk into the bottom of my mind. I existed only in the second person, as the sum of the expectations she created. I didn’t even realize she’d slipped a hand into my pants until she held me firm and thick in her grasp. With a mischievous leer, she withdrew and ran her nails up my chest.

Her fingers wandered up the underside of my arm and extended it out. Jane’s silk binding still dangled from my wrist. “The Spider had you in her web last night, did she? What name did she call you, my dear? Who did she have for her dinner?”

My throat was surprisingly dry, and my voice cracked as I spoke. “Argent. Her favorite …she said.”

“Mmm.” She chuckled. “Her favorite, indeed. She must have thought you rather delicious. Sthenopis Argenteomaculatus.”

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