Jade #2
"Do you think I should let you come after you ran from me?" Mateo asks. His breath hot on my ear. "Do you think a few slaps to the ass makes up for you teasing me all night?"
My body trembles.
Delicate fingers flutter across my clit, and I can't fight anymore.
"One more," I say.
His cock disappears from between my ass cheeks, the heat of his body abandoning me as he thrusts his fingers back into my pussy.
"You can come for me now, Storm Cloud," he says, and the sound of the slap pierces the air.
For once in my life, I do what I'm fucking told, unleashing the storm inside and leaving the puddle like he wanted.
I collapse to the bed, my arms above my head.
"Mateo, I—"
"We're not done," he says, guiding his cock into my soaked pussy. He pulls out quickly and slams back into me.
"Oh God," I cry.
Our bodies smack against each other with each thrust, and it's exactly what I craved. The primal need he has for me, and my need for him meeting without resistance.
My pussy clenches around him, and he lets out a deep breath.
"Nope," he says, pulling out. "I'm sorry. All the walking today. My knee is fucking killing me." I look over my shoulder as he squeezes his eyes shut. "Soon," he says opening them again. "I'll be able to fuck you the way I want to, the way you deserve"
It feels ominous, like a promise he's desperate to keep.
"Ride me, take what you need," he says stepping away from me and climbing into bed. I stand up, my limbs still tingling from my orgasm. He grips his hard cock in his hands. "Come on, use me, Jade."
I don't like the sound of my name on his lips when we're like this, and my face must say it because he sits up.
"Unleash it, Storm Cloud."
And with his words, our dynamic shifts. I climb on the bed, crawling on all fours to reach him. I push his hand away from his dick and take it in mine. He brushes his fingers into my hair, and I release his cock.
"No touching," I say. "You touch, I stop."
He removes his hands and puts them over his head, gripping the headboard.
"Good," I say, testing the waters.
He swallows.
I drag my tongue up the underside of his dick, and it twitches.
"Mmm, I love the way your body responds to me," I say and take him into my mouth, sucking him.
I moan against his velvet cock and deny my need to touch myself.
As much as I love a man that can fuck me, there's something about being in control that ignites my insides.
That he responds so well is gasoline on the fire.
I pull off him, and stroke him with my hand, watching as pre-cum gathers at his tip. I drag my finger through it and look up at him as I taste him off my finger.
"You taste so good, letting you come inside me seems like a waste."
He grits his teeth, and his hands release the headboard.
"Please," he says.
"Touch me, and I'll make you watch me come without you."
"Fuck," he groans.
I grip his shaft, and suck one of his balls into my mouth. His body tenses, and I abandon his balls to taste him again, swirling my tongue around his cock. Then I drop my mouth onto him, taking all of him.
"I…fuck…please," he says between heavy breaths.
I give him one more good suck and drag my tongue up his body, pausing at a nipple and taking it between my teeth.
His dick twitches against me and I straddle him, rubbing his cock through my heat.
"God, you're hard, I could come just like this," I say, pressing my lips to his and tugging at his lower one. "But you've been so good listening that I think I'll give you what you want."
His eyes plead with me, and fuck me if it isn't hotter than I expected.
With a knee on either side of him, I guide him into me and place my hands on his chest.
"Fuck, you feel good," I say. "I think your cock was made for me."
He white knuckles the headboard.
"Use me," he says.
I raise an eyebrow.
"Please."
I roll my hips, taking what I need, letting go of everything else and searching for my own release. I press two fingers to my clit and watch as Mateo's eyes cloud over. My pussy swallows his cock with every rock of my hips, and I rub feverishly at the spot that'll undo me.
"You've listened so well," I say, between breaths. "Now be a good boy and choke me."
Mateo's eyes squeeze shut.
Bingo.
He releases the headboard, but hesitates, his hand hovering over my throat. I take his hand in both of mine, moving his fingers to where they belong.
"Here and here, apply pressure, don't squeeze."
He slides his fingers softly on my neck and then my man does what I ask. I bring my fingers back between my legs and lean back gripping his balls in my other hand.
Riding his cock while his hand is around my throat is like walking on air. I feel weightless, unstoppable. He pinches my nipple with his other hand and every nerve on my body rises to attention.
"I'm, oh God, I don't know if—" Mateo stutters, and his grip on my throat tightens just as I instructed. My entire body shudders, my pussy a vise grip on his cock as we come.
His hand leaves my throat.
"Fuck," he says between gritted teeth as he grips my hips, pushing and pulling, using my body to milk his dick.
I stay where I am as his cock softens inside me.
"So yes to the praise kink then?" I ask.
"With you, yes," he says.
"With me?"
"Only you." He pulls my face to his and kisses me. His tongue tangles with mine, and I relax into his kiss. I trust him. The revelation is terrifying.
I pull away, and climb off him, his dick slipping out of me. Falling onto my back beside him, I pick up his hand, tracing the lines of his tattoo with my finger.
Like a snake shedding its skin, we're evolving.
And surprisingly, I like who we're becoming.