The trickle of the bath water is all that can be heard, as Lance washes my body and I relish in the attention. He's gentle and careful, just like he was earlier. The memory of how slowly he took me after eating me out is curling my toes again.
"You're flushed again... What are you thinking about?" Lance chuckles, his chest moving me in time with them.
"You worshipping me earlier. I enjoyed it thoroughly." I smile with my chin to my shoulder to look at him.
He cocks an amused eye at me, "That was a sliver of worship, I merely was being gentle cause you are swollen." He runs his fingers back over my swollen lips, making me gasp.
"Ah! Lance! I really don't think I can go anymore for now." I squeak out even though I spread my legs for easier access.
"Oh really?" Lance hums in my ear, kissing my shoulder and up my neck as he slides a finger in between my folds.
"Yes." I gasp as he rubs my swollen nub, and I lift a shaky leg to hang off the edge of the tub. I give him full access to keep touching me, feeling him grow hard again.
"I think you can...." He draws out, stroking me with his fingers again as I whimper in delight.
He picks my other leg up to hang over the side of the tub, opening me up fully, spread wide, as he rubs his cock against my lips.
"Ohhh.." I groan at the balance of pleasure and pain that he's keeping me on. My senses heightened, feeling his breath on my neck, the rise and fall of his chest as he slides his cock against my sex, the feel of his hand rubbing my clit under the water, all of it.
I rock my hips against his cock and hand, showing my willingness to push this farther.
"Fuck, you're so sexy, Lirael. Seeing you open so far for me, rubbing your swollen lips on my cock, ready for me to enter you... You make me want to explode with just the looks on your face." Lance whispers against my skin sending shivers down my spine, making my eyes flutter open and look in the angled mirror that I use for putting my makeup on.
He smirked as our eyes met, his eyes smoldering with desire even through the mirror. Even as I look at my face, I feel like I'm looking at someone else.
Mistress
I have to agree, I feel sexy and look it too. I use my hands to steady my self, lifting my body up just enough for him to line up with my hole and lower myself back down, slowly.
"Ah! Oh fuck...." His hard cock fills me up, my tender core gripping him like tight glove.
"Oh fuck, Lirael.... look at me.." Lances husky voice pleads in my ear.
I raise my eyes to the mirror. With our eyes connecting, full of heat, desire, he begins to move himself slowly in and out of me.
A long and torturous moan escapes me, as I switch from the heat in his eyes to where we are connected. He moves his hips slowly, watching me for any signs of pain, giving him none, he picks up the pace.
"Oh yes!" His thrusts have me crying out, my body is tingling being drunk on pleasure. His eyes bore into me through our reflections, as one of his hands snakes around my waist to hold me in place, the other sliding up to fondle and tweak my breast.
"Oh fuck me, Lance!" I feel overwhelmed, like I'm going to spiral into nothingness, if I reach this climax. That I will be lost forever in the void, from this high he's taking me to.
My heart is beating like war drums sending in the call to attack. His cock is keeping time with those drums, hips moving ferociously with the slosh of water. His eyes refusing to leave mine from the reflection in the mirror as my mouth drops into a elongated O.
I'm going to shatter, disintegrate into dust!
Fuck, I love this cock! I don't care!
Lance's intensity only heightens my senses more, knowing how much he's enjoying this too. He starts to slow down and my heart skips a beat.
"What are you...?" I start to ask as he slides out of me and pats me to move.
"I wanted to kiss you." Lances whispers against my lips as he moves over me, picking a leg back up to put on the side of the tub. I follow and pick my other leg up to match, just as his lips crash onto mine, desperately, just as he lines his cock up with my hole.
My whimpers are devoured by his lips, my arms reaching out for him to pull him closer to me.
Only to find out, we've become a slip-n-slide in this position.
"Ha! haha!" We both break out into strained laughter realizing we are losing the battle in this predicament.
"Hold on a second.." Lance stands and exits the tub, grabs a towel and offers me a hand.
He pulls me up out of the water and wraps me up in the towel quickly, picks me up and walks me to the bed.
"Lance.." I start, as he places me down, " you don't..." I'm cut off as his mouth finds my clit and his tongue draws a deep moan from me instead. I'm gripping the sheets, pulling at them in an attempt to keep myself attached to the earth.
I can not keep my head still, my mouth forming only incoherent words or sounds as Lance brings me closer to another climax.
His mouth leaves me, coming up to my breathless mouth as he slides his cock into me.
I wince from the friction, making Lance pause.
"Do you want me to stop or get some thing to help out?" He asks looking into my eyes.
"Get some thing." I say breathlessly, wanting to roll my hips to take him in, but don't knowing how tender I am.
Lance reaches over, grabbing the lube still on the table and leans back, slowly removing himself from me. A slight whimper escapes my lips, not only from pain, but the loss I suddenly feel of him not being there.
Lance gently lathers the lube on me, the cool relief lasts only as long as he's touching me. He leans back his toned ab muscles rippling as he moves, making me bite my lip. I watch him lather himself up, pumping himself in his hand, catching my eye, with a grin.
"See something you like?" He asks grinning, a demure tone in his voice.
I give him a dark smile.
"I see something I want. Now." I reach for him, pull him to my lips and kiss him desperately ready for him to stop teasing me.
He lines himself back up and still kissing me deeply, slides himself to the hilt inside of me.
"Mmmm.." My moan is swallowed by his mouth as I wrap my legs around his waist, my arms around his neck and let him slowly pleasure me.
I slide my hands down his back, letting my nails rake his back. His hisses and gasps tell me how much he loves it. With each stroke of him inside me, making me gasp and begin to cry out, I rake my nails farther down his back.
"Fuck Lirael, I'm trying to be gentle here." Lance groans as my nails pull back from an intense thrust he just gave me, making me cry out a little loudly.
I grip his ass, pulling him into me, "Lance, fuck me, gentle, rough, I don't care, just fuck me. Please, don't stop." I'm so breathless and on edge, I don't care if he splits me in two, as long as he makes me cum.
I can feel every tight muscle under my hands that move with him, sending jolts of pleasure with every thrust inside of me. His hand cups my cheek forcing me to open my eyes and look at him and I see him barely holding on to his own resolve to not mindlessly fuck me like an animal.
Pulling him harder against me, grinding myself on him, I can't take the slower thrusts, I need more.
"Give in and give it to me." I demand through clenched teeth, my eyes tightening with his next thrust. His hand moves to my breast and clutching it tightly his fingers twirling my nipple around, he lets go with a deep, animalistic growl.
He ferociously lays into me, pounding my pussy into a mixed mess of pain and pleasure.
I'm screaming in blissful agony, as my body erupts and convulses all over his hard, pounding cock.