For several more minutes, he thrust gently into her mouth until she had to stretch to accommodate his burgeoning girth. Then finally he pulled free and she sucked in breaths to catch up, her nostrils flaring with the effort.
“It’s my turn to taste you,” he said, satisfaction edging his voice.
He crawled between her splayed-open thighs, her ankles bound to the bottoms of her thighs, rendering her completely helpless to whatever he chose to do. His hands slid over her breasts, tenderly caressing and plumping them.
“Tell me if I hurt you,” he said gravely. “I know you’re more sensitive now. The last thing I want to do is cause you discomfort.”
“You won’t hurt me,” she whispered. “Just don’t be as rough with them as you can sometimes be.”
He cupped her belly possessively and then leaned d
