Your Trophy (NSFW)

You entered the room stark naked, already hard for me, giving away a bit of power with the telltale symbol of your desire. I lay on the bed wearing only my panties, the way you like me to sleep, moonlight spilling onto my pale breasts. I was ready for you as instructed, the thin material of black silk wet with my need. You smiled, watching my pink nipples harden from the sight of you.

I held my breath as you slid your strong hands up my legs reaching for the strip of silk to pull them down. When you pulled them completely off, I nearly lost myself and cried out. You took your trophy early which meant I would feel you in my wet and aching body tonight for certain, no more teasing, no more punishment. Every cell in my body vibrated with anticipation watching you inhale my fragrance from my still damp panties, my skin rippled slightly as the muscles quivered with excitment.

Tossing the trophy aside you pulled me roughly to the edge of the bed, grasping my hips. The dark marks of your love on my pale skin will be the only evidence of you in the morning light. I waited patiently, groaning as you placed the tip of your finger in my opening and raised it to your lips. NO, my mind screamed, if you taste me you’ll want more but of course your eyes closed like a child with fresh ice cream when my salty sweet nectar hit your tongue.

You slid your hands under me and squeezed my cheeks hard pulling me to your mouth to drink like a man who’s been in the desert for days, securing my legs on your shoulders as you quenched your thirst. I reached to fight you and grabbed a fistful of your hair instead. I wanted YOU inside me, not your tongue! But the words wouldn’t form for fear you’d punish me again by leaving, the price of disobedience much too high. A lesson that I won’t forget, painful weeks spent yearning for you.

The enticing rhythm of your tongue and deep bass growls of pleasure from you brought me to climax, you drank from my fountain with pure greed. Thinking you satisfied, my lips formed a knowing smile anticipating your impalement.

I cried out in protest as you slid your finger into me to press on my sweet spot. You’ve come to know my body well, playing me like a fine tuned instrument. My cries of pleasure and climax your music, you brought me to orgasm over and over to suckle each sweet drop of nectar.

Finally, I was too weak to beg you to stop, my legs hung limp and my arms barely twitched when I tried to stop you. That’s when you lifted me fully onto the bed and spread my weak legs wide to enter me. I lay as if in a coma, watching you hover over me, unable to move and realized this had been your goal all along.

You pinned my useless hands by their wrists on either side of my head, as if I would fight you when we both knew better. The pressure of your body on mine, the warmth of your skin coupled with the delicious weight of you caused my core to heat with impossible need.

You turned my head to the side nudging forcefully with your own to rest your forehead on the curve of my neck as you entered me. The feel of your warm breath on my skin caused electricity to run down my spine. Slowly, you pulled yourself from my hungry body. I felt the tip of you about to leave me and I whimpered, tightening my pussy in a feeble attempt to hold on. You laughed with your power, plunging into me to do it again and again.

You whispered that I may cum to you when ready and I almost lost control with your words, I could feel how hard you were. Exquisitely close to spilling yourself. I held back, knowing you were waiting for my release, with the only strength I had left. Your breath came faster and I knew you needed me to let go, demanding it with each thrust. You aren’t the only one who can play an instrument.

I smiled to myself, drunk on my own power, then you grabbed my limp leg to pull my knee closer to our bodies and with that shift...I exploded. One final thrust and you emptied your hot seed into me. I pulsed around your cock riding the waves of my violent orgasm. It was my turn to drink from your fountain, sucking each drop from you, I tightened over and over around your manhood. You growled in satisfaction against my neck, bestowing a kiss where you’d bit me during climax and then you were gone.

You left me spread wide and spent on the bed. Empty, wet, cold and aching for you to fill the void again as you grabbed my panties on the way out.

Inhaling my scent from your trophy,

you walked away...

#Erotica #Arousal