We’re cuddled together dozing, drowsily caressing each other, falling in and out of sleep. Neither of us wants to move.”You’re leaving me tomorrow,” he murmurs into my hair. His arm tightens around me. There’s a trace of incredulity in his voice. I know why. He can’t believe that his cock hasn’t enslaved me. He can’t believe that I’m not constantly blowing up his phone begging for it, willing to do anything, to put up with anything, for more of it. He respects that, but it pisses him off. He’s been showing me exactly how much.

I’m light-headed and the scent of his skin, the scent our bodies conjure together, is intoxicating me. I’m very close to saying that I made a mistake and of course I’ll be seeing him again. I mean, who doesn’t want to have sex like this for the rest of forever? But I yank myself back to reality. He is unavailable, I remind myself. He’s already caused me enough heartache.

Later, when we’re in the shower I can’t help appreciating his lean, well-muscled body and tight ass. I want to lick that muscle on his thigh, his abs, bite his ass…I’m suddenly overwhelmed by the desire to take him in my mouth.  I wait.

Back in the bedroom and in my collar and chain, he sits on the edge of the bed and says quietly: “Drop the towel. Do a full turn. I want to look at you.”

“Ok.” I slowly turn but feel embarrassed. His lips have kissed every inch of my body, but to be looked at so baldly was still uncomfortable. Go figure.

“That just does not happen,” he says, looking at me in admiration.”What?


“Those tits, that ass.” he says appreciatively. “It’s either one or the other, not both. Outstanding,” he smiles.

“Thank you,” I’m still embarrassed. “They’re real,” I add. Just in case.

“Oh, I know.” He pulls me to him and wants to get me in bed again but I resist. He looks surprised for a second. I hold his gaze and drop to my knees between his thighs.

I peel away his towel and take his cock in my mouth, and slowly suck the length of him (almost) up and down, getting him slick and wet and hard. I tease that spot, the back of the head where it meets the vein, with my tongue, before sliding his shaft into my mouth as deeply as  I can and swirling my tongue around it. I hear him moan.
He’s sitting on the edge of the the bed and I’m sucking, licking, tasting him, my hand around the base of his cock and my lips and tongue moving more and more rapidly up and down his shaft, tasting every single ridge and vein, making him throb in my mouth.

I build up speed and take him further into my mouth as I relax my throat, and finally his cock hits the back of my throat, sublime; I love that moment, when I’m in the zone and totally into it and can get him as deep as I can. I suck faster, wanting his cock to hit that spot again and again…until he starts moving his hips urgently. I don’t want him to come yet, so I hold him in my mouth for a bit, stroking him with my tongue, feeling him throb and hearing his breathing calm.

I stop sucking briefly to look at and lick his beautiful curved cock. I run my lips up and down his raging hardness before licking him in looong strokes, from base to tip, and swirl my tongue around his glistening head. That curve. That length. I smile as I lick him, recalling all the joy it’s given me. I look up at him and he’s watching me,
“You’re so beautiful,” he whispers. “and so bad.”

His cock starts to twitch and just as I take him in my mouth again I slip my and under him and slip two fingers into his ass. Not too deep, just enough to blow his mind. I feel him tighten, but I wiggle my fingers slightly and keep sucking hard and fast, hoping he won’t remove my hand. He doesn’t.

He grabs a fistful of my hair and starts shoving into me slightly, getting deeper into my throat, grunting with urgency his explosion building and building until I think I might just choke on him but I just think “open” and my throat muscles release and he’s able to fuck my mouth.

“Oh yeah, baby, suck it, take it, eat it…” he whispers.

I moan, feeling arousal in my pussy from watching his gorgeous cock batter me and I moan softly around the mouthful of cock.

His cock gives a violent twitch and he grunts, and groans as he explodes inside my mouth, his cum down my throat and running out the side of my mouth and down onto my chest.

He slips out of my mouth and back onto the bed, breathing hard, and pulls me up onto the bed next to him. He touches my face.

“Did you just deep-throat me?”


“Oh my god,” he whispers, and dozes off.

I curl up next to him, plotting how to fuck him next. Our time together is almost over and there’s not a moment to waste.


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