Rebound (23 page)

“
We both can argue till
the cows come home and neither of us will change our minds.” I
quieted and leaned in to put my head on his chest. “I’m going to
miss you.” We stood quietly, holding each other. His forehead
pressed to mine, our soft breathes blowing gently on each other’s
faces.

“
Come back to bed. It’s so
early. You left me alone in a big, cold and empty bed. I missed
your warm body. I don’t like waking up that way.” He held my wrist
and prompted me to follow him to his room. I felt nervous. My heart
fluttered with worry that this was the last time. My heart ached
already missing him. I felt pressure to leave him with the best
sexual experience so he could have a memory to revel in.

As if I became another woman, I
commanded, “Take off your boxers. Lie down in the middle of the
bed.” I wanted to drive him crazy. With an arched brow and grin, he
looked at me with surprise at my controlling tone. My
self-assuredness pushed aside my fears. I wanted to drive him
crazy. I went to his closet and came back with a silky tie. I found
him exactly as I instructed. His eyes trained on me.

“
What are . . .” He began
to ask before I shushed him.

“
Do you trust me?” I
asked, looking him straight in the eyes as he looked between my
hand holding the tie and my eyes.

“
Implicitly.” He
grinned.

“
Put your arms up.” He did
as I asked, raising his arms up and putting his wrists together. I
straddled his chest. I watched him inhale the scent of my arousal
as I wove the fabric around the ornate wood headboard. I entangled
his wrists with the length of the fabric, loose enough not to
damage his talented hands. “Is that too tight?” I asked looking
into his eyes.

He licked his lips and a hoarse,
whispered response of “no” escaped from his mouth. I smiled and
gave him a kiss on the lips. When his tongue tried to part my
mouth, seeking my tongue, I pulled back looking at his handsome
face. He attempted to lean forward, mouth sensually parted and eyes
heavy lidded, willing for me to bring my mouth back to his. It
exhilarated me to see his gorgeous face full of desire for
me.

“
I’ve been thinking about
doing this to you for days now. But I thought about blindfolding
you too. I won’t do that this time because I want you to watch me,
please you. I want to see every emotion in your eyes. That is, if
you can keep your eyes open. And Matt, I want your eyes open.” His
chest heaved with desire. I rested my hands on his chest and with
my nose I nudged his neck up, exposing his neck to accept my kisses
and licks. His muscles flexed as he groaned under my
caress.

“
I want you to know that
I’ve never done this with another man before. I’ve had a lot of
first-time experiences with you. Whatever I do to you from here on
out is something I may have read or watched, but had never had the
courage to do. You make me feel sexy . . . desirable . . . wanted .
. . and needed . . . which has given me the courage to act on my
fantasy.” I said as I kissed, licked, and sucked on his caramel
colored puckered nipples. “But if at any point, you don’t want to
do anything I’m doing to you, which is never meant to bring you
pain or you are in pain, all you have to do is say ‘feather’. Do
you understand?” He nodded with ragged breath, his wide chest
heaving, and his muscles contracting in the binds. I felt him buck
up. I moved back down to his groin feeling his hardened penis
between my panty-covered cut.

“
God, you’re so hard.” I
felt him wriggle and writhe up seeking release from his growing
desire. “I need to make sure Matt. If you aren’t comfortable with
anything I do, what word do you use to stop me?” I asked hoping he
paid attention to my directions.

“
Feather.” He responded
correctly.

“
I want to bring you
pleasure, which in turn satisfies me. I think I know how to do that
for you. I know you like to control a lot of things, but sometimes
it’s okay to turn over power to someone else. That being me, of
course.” I winked at him and smiled. He smiled slightly, his eyes
glazing over and his lids were heavy lidded. He swallowed hard and
his muscles twitched.

I rose up off his body. His eyes
showed his shock at my leaving the bed. With his eyes, he pleaded
for me to return to him. I crossed my arms in front of me and
grasped the bottom of my nightgown. I lifted my arms and slowly
pulled it over my torso. The elastic empire waist caused my breasts
to bounce and scrap over my sensitive, hardened nipples. I heard a
little gasp escape from his mouth. I smiled at him and dropped my
gown on the floor.

Instead of pulling down my black lace
panties, I placed both hands around the seam of my panties. His
eyes widened and he licked his dry lips once more. “I wonder what
you would do if you weren’t tied up. Would you rip my panties off
of me, Matt?” He groaned and swallowed hard, his legs coming
together, hips turning over, his penis shifting, his sack
tightening into his body. I waited for a response. He swallowed
waiting for me to react. I calmly asked again, “Matt, would you rip
them off of me?” I shrugged a shoulder.

“
Uhh. Baby, yes.” He
whispered. And with that response, I ripped the panties easily. The
fabric fell limply, revealing the trimmed pubic haired ‘v’ of my
mound. My hands went to my other hip, gathered the fabric on the
other side of the seam and ripped. I parted my legs and the fabric
fell easily on the floor. At the reveal, he groaned and bucked. His
dick twitched with need.

I touched his strong, muscular legs
with the tips of my fingers, running it from his quad down to his
shin, his legs shaking under my soft touch. I looked at his body
from his tied up wrists, to his beautiful face, down to the
hardened nipples of his groomed, muscular chest, to his pulsating
cock. His legs twitching as I walked around to the foot of the
bed.

“
You look so beautiful
lying there for me. Your body is amazing. Just like on Sunday when
I had you on your back, waiting for me as you touched yourself. I
pictured you like this then.” He groaned. His patience was
commendable, and he will be richly rewarded. I walked around to the
other side of him. His head turning, watching my every movement, as
instructed. I climbed on to the bed from my claimed side. I touched
him and he shuddered.

I looked into his eyes and pushed the
wavy tendrils that fell across his forehead, sliding my fingertips
down the side of his face, feeling a small current of electricity
from his stubble. I leaned down to kiss and lick his neck, kneeling
over him, and my arms on either side without straddling him. I
removed the hair clip, which kept my long, curly hair in a French
twist. I shook my long, thick tendrils, and let them cascade around
my shoulders, and down to my breasts. My hair tickled him as I
trailed kisses and licks down his strong chest. I heard him take in
a deep breath, inhaling the flowery scent of my shampooed hair. I
placed my mouth on his tiny, light brown nipple. My tongue flicked
up and down causing him to writhe and grunt his pleasure. I gently
dragged my tongue and kissed to the other nipple, giving it the
same attention as the left, eliciting the same reaction. His free
legs bent at the knees lifting slightly off the bed seeking
release.

I made my way down his ripped abdomen,
kissing each curve and edge as I made my way down to his Adonis
belt. My fingertips gently explored his indentations, curves, and
edges. When I reached his pelvis, I ran my nails gently on his
trimmed pubic hair. The heady smell of his manhood aroused me,
making my mouth water, wanting his cock inside my mouth. I shook my
hair to drape over his hard dick. He groaned and bucked gently. My
hair prickled his thighs as I went further down. I gently pushed
his thighs open to let me in between his legs, adjusting myself in
between his muscular legs. I laid my torso on his
thighs.

I stroked his length gently with my
hands. Seeing the pre-cum on the tip, my mouth salivated to taste
him. I brought his engorged penis to my mouth, licked around the
tip of his head. Our eyes locked as I pleasured him with licks and
suckles. My fingers curved around the base, gently massaging his
girth. I removed him from my mouth and licked the underside from
stem to stern. He groaned. My hands cupped his sack, gently
squeezing, as I returned to suck on his swollen cock. I took him as
deep as I could, feeling his head hit the back of my throat. The
juices from his cock and my saliva melded. I pulled back a bit to
swallow the excess. I’d always hated swallowing, but with him, I
can’t get enough of his body, juices, smell, and touch. I desired
everything about him.

After a few seconds of sucking and
jerking his cock, I sensed his impending orgasm through his bucks,
moans, and loud groans. I stopped and rose up from resting on his
thighs. I knelt before him, looking into each other’s eyes as we
both caught our breaths. I traced the muscles of his thighs with
both of my hands. His feet were on either side of my legs, and slid
up and down my lower legs, satisfying his need to touch without the
use of his hands.

“
You’re so fucking sexy.”
I told to him. I leaned over and stalked over his body. My nipples
trailed up his abdomen. I reached over to his bed side table and
opened to get a condom from the drawer. Once I obtained the foil
packet, I ripped it open with my mouth and removed the rubber. I
took his shaft and rolled the condom over his pulsating length
until I reached the base.

“
I don’t want you to come,
Matt. Can you do that for me?” I asked, knowing it would be
impossible.

“
No.”

“
Matt, if you don’t come
and let me come first, I will let you take me whichever way you
want when I release you.”

“
Perla, I don’t think I
can. I’m going to fuckin’ explode here.” He said with baited
breath.

“
Well then, I’m going to
start getting myself close to coming, and you’ll just have to
watch. Then I’ll ride you until I actually come. After that, I’ll
release you to fuck me. And Matt? I want you to fuck me hard.” He
grunted loudly at my play by play.

I knelt back on my calves, and shifted
so that I put my legs over his thighs, aligning our sexual organs.
His sack barely touched my folds. He wriggled, seeking to touch my
pussy with his sack. I reclined on my left forearm and with my
right hand I touched my breasts, tweaking my nipple. I rolled it
between my fingers, moaning in pleasure, as I watched him look at
me. His arms moved in their restraint. I trailed my hand down my
abdomen until I reached my mound, gently scraping my hair with my
fingernails, feeling electricity burst throughout my body. I
writhed. My feet closed in on his oblique. He squirmed at the touch
of my toes on his bare skin.

I took my middle finger and sought out
my sensitive nub. The tip of my finger entered slightly inside my
channel collecting the wetness of my arousal. I circled my clit
with the moisture, gasping at the sensitivity. I heard his deep
intake of breath, like a groan, as I entered my finger in my wet
tunnel. I gasped with yearning, and entered a second finger. I rose
my groin up and down to get in deeper. I laid back to have access
to my other hand, which I brought in to stimulate my clit as I
curved my fingers to reach my g-spot.

“
Shit! I’m close.” I
yelled out. I slowed down and brought my fingers to my mouth to
suckle and clean the juices from my hand. His mouth widened open
and his tongue protruded in mock licking.

I sat up and moved my legs to straddle
him. I held his cock to the entrance of my wet pussy and slowly
brought myself down over his hardened cock. I felt my tight pussy
relax around him, accommodating his girth. I cried out at the
pleasure that our union brought me. His breath was ragged as I
ground my clit on his pelvis, seeking my climax. I pumped up and
down and ground in small circles until I felt my climax building to
its crescendo. I leaned over to kiss him, parting his mouth, and
flicking his tongue with mine. Our tongues wrestled within each
other’s mouths. I cried out in orgasm, my pussy pulsating around
his cock.

I summoned the strength to release his
wrists from the binds of his tie. My hands moved to his shoulders
to massage his tense muscles. His arms lowered to my hips as his
own hips rose up to buck hard, pushing the limits of my release,
seeking the last ripples of my pleasure. He rose up to sitting and
kissed my neck and licked my collarbone. He pushed me off of
him.

“
Bend over on all fours.”
He commanded. My heart leapt. I complied by kneeling with my head
toward the foot of the bed. He knelt behind me. His hands held my
hips and pulled me back into his groin. He grunted with
anticipation. One hand released my hip, and I felt his cock slide
from my clit to my opening. He slapped my folds with his hard cock.
I felt his cock enter my tunnel, feeling like he’d grown wider
since our last coupling seconds ago. I didn’t anticipate a hard
slap to my ass. I yelped in delight, wanting more.

I moaned loudly, containing my
screams, as he thrust forcefully inside of me. Our skin slapping
against the other as he plunged in and out of me. As he stabbed
forward, I backed into him, arching my back to get my fill of him.
His hand held me at the waist while the other snaked around to my
mound, seeking my clit. His digit claimed my swollen clit and
circled to claim another orgasm. He grunted as his thrusts grew
faster. I felt another hard slap on my ass, which caused the demise
of my restraint from another orgasm. I was gone. My pussy clutched
his cock in orgasm.