Your support makes Blue Moon possible (Patreon)He was laying beneath her, his hands handcuffed to the bars of her bed's headboard. He was dressed only in his boxers, she, respectively, in a tank top and her panties. She was kneeling over him, holding herself up with a hand on either side of his chest. Pressing gentle, teasing kisses to the skin of his neck. The ends of her shoulder length blonde hair fluttering like a butterfly across his skin, causing him to shiver deliciously.
At the shiver, she giggled softly and nipped sharply at his neck. He groaned and tilted his head back to offer her more. She was more than happy to accept, biting hard now, leaving slight indents in his skin. Moving on, she dragged her tongue down his neck to his collarbone. With him writhing a bit under her, she nipped at his entire collarbone sharply, enjoying the noises he made.
She rose from over him and crawled off the bed, his hard eyes watching her every movement, eating up every inch of her delicious skin. Small, but so delectible. He itched to break free from his restraints to throw her on the bed and shove his already aching cock deep inside of her. She seemed unaware of his distress as she pulled open a drawer in the dresser, fishing out a small whip from inside its confines. His eyes widened curiously, but then he grinned and waited for her to return with her new device of torture.
The woman turned, her small five foot five from beginning to stalk back towards him. Almost in a predatory way, like she was about to consume him. Now that he would doubt that. "Have you been a bad boy?" she asked softly, tracing the leather of the whip up his leg. He shivered. "I have," he said, the bulge in his boxers becoming even more apparent.
"Good..." she purred, leaning back to snap the whip on his chiseled abs. It stung and he hissed, but his cock twitched and hardened anyway. "Who do you belong to?" she inquired.
"You, mistress, always you," he said. She smiled and snapped the whip again, this time against his thigh. He yelped and groaned his appreciation of her treatment. "That's a good boy..." she put the whip down and then hooked her thin, artistic fingers in the band of his boxers, pulling them down and off. His cheeks tinted softly red as his cock now stood at full attention in the open.
Smiling again, she touched a finger tip to the head of his penis and idly traced it about as if she were in no hurry. He dropped his head back with a moan, that part of him twitching with every touch she gave. His eyes were closed and so he did not see as she leaned down. Her mouth was suddenly around his length and he cried out, clearly surprised. As she began to suck him off, cheeks sucked in, tongue whipping at him, saliva coating him - he couldn't help but thrust helplessly into her mouth.
She did this until the exact second before he was going to cum into her hot mouth. As if she knew exactly when he would blow his load. He groaned and went to beg, but she chuckled and slowly shook her head. "Not yet," she cooed as she stripped off her remaining clothes. This left her bare, breasts full and round, tipped with rose bud nipples. The triangle hiding her moist center covered in a thin thatch of blonde. He bit his lip, drinking her in like a starving man did water.
She climbed onto the bed again and straddled his waist, legs astride each hip so that the head of his cock pressed to her moist opening. He writhed and tried to push himself inside of her, but she only rubbed herself against him. When his mouth opened to beg and his hands strained against their bonds, she simply lowered her hips upon his. Her core ate up his cock and he nearly wanted to scream at the tightness of her walls around him.
She began to ride him, in all her naked glory, coming down upon his shaft again and again. Her walls rippled and tightened, milking him with every thrust into her. All he could do was helplessly thrust his hips - his hands could not hold her hips so that he could pound her roughly.
Her hands rested on his strong thighs as she leaned back with a melodilic moan, her breasts bouncing with each movement. Perspiration began on each of their bodies from the intense motions it took to writhe together in the intimate movements required of them. Again and again they came together, almost endlessly, but he couldn't hold back much longer.
Suddenly, he cried out and his hips spasmed into her, his seed shooting up into her as she rippled and screamed, coating his cock in her own orgasmic juices. When they stilled, still locked together so perfectly, she fell across his chest. This moment of complete contentment and fufillment was perfect, even more so because he had surrended himself to her completely.
"I love you," he murmured as he pressed a kiss to the top of her smooth hair. He heard her tired grunt and felt a smile against his skin. "I love you too," came her response as she reached her arms up to undo his restraints. His arms came around her and they slept, at peace, as one, almost eternally.
At the shiver, she giggled softly and nipped sharply at his neck. He groaned and tilted his head back to offer her more. She was more than happy to accept, biting hard now, leaving slight indents in his skin. Moving on, she dragged her tongue down his neck to his collarbone. With him writhing a bit under her, she nipped at his entire collarbone sharply, enjoying the noises he made.
She rose from over him and crawled off the bed, his hard eyes watching her every movement, eating up every inch of her delicious skin. Small, but so delectible. He itched to break free from his restraints to throw her on the bed and shove his already aching cock deep inside of her. She seemed unaware of his distress as she pulled open a drawer in the dresser, fishing out a small whip from inside its confines. His eyes widened curiously, but then he grinned and waited for her to return with her new device of torture.
The woman turned, her small five foot five from beginning to stalk back towards him. Almost in a predatory way, like she was about to consume him. Now that he would doubt that. "Have you been a bad boy?" she asked softly, tracing the leather of the whip up his leg. He shivered. "I have," he said, the bulge in his boxers becoming even more apparent.
"Good..." she purred, leaning back to snap the whip on his chiseled abs. It stung and he hissed, but his cock twitched and hardened anyway. "Who do you belong to?" she inquired.
"You, mistress, always you," he said. She smiled and snapped the whip again, this time against his thigh. He yelped and groaned his appreciation of her treatment. "That's a good boy..." she put the whip down and then hooked her thin, artistic fingers in the band of his boxers, pulling them down and off. His cheeks tinted softly red as his cock now stood at full attention in the open.
Smiling again, she touched a finger tip to the head of his penis and idly traced it about as if she were in no hurry. He dropped his head back with a moan, that part of him twitching with every touch she gave. His eyes were closed and so he did not see as she leaned down. Her mouth was suddenly around his length and he cried out, clearly surprised. As she began to suck him off, cheeks sucked in, tongue whipping at him, saliva coating him - he couldn't help but thrust helplessly into her mouth.
She did this until the exact second before he was going to cum into her hot mouth. As if she knew exactly when he would blow his load. He groaned and went to beg, but she chuckled and slowly shook her head. "Not yet," she cooed as she stripped off her remaining clothes. This left her bare, breasts full and round, tipped with rose bud nipples. The triangle hiding her moist center covered in a thin thatch of blonde. He bit his lip, drinking her in like a starving man did water.
She climbed onto the bed again and straddled his waist, legs astride each hip so that the head of his cock pressed to her moist opening. He writhed and tried to push himself inside of her, but she only rubbed herself against him. When his mouth opened to beg and his hands strained against their bonds, she simply lowered her hips upon his. Her core ate up his cock and he nearly wanted to scream at the tightness of her walls around him.
She began to ride him, in all her naked glory, coming down upon his shaft again and again. Her walls rippled and tightened, milking him with every thrust into her. All he could do was helplessly thrust his hips - his hands could not hold her hips so that he could pound her roughly.
Her hands rested on his strong thighs as she leaned back with a melodilic moan, her breasts bouncing with each movement. Perspiration began on each of their bodies from the intense motions it took to writhe together in the intimate movements required of them. Again and again they came together, almost endlessly, but he couldn't hold back much longer.
Suddenly, he cried out and his hips spasmed into her, his seed shooting up into her as she rippled and screamed, coating his cock in her own orgasmic juices. When they stilled, still locked together so perfectly, she fell across his chest. This moment of complete contentment and fufillment was perfect, even more so because he had surrended himself to her completely.
"I love you," he murmured as he pressed a kiss to the top of her smooth hair. He heard her tired grunt and felt a smile against his skin. "I love you too," came her response as she reached her arms up to undo his restraints. His arms came around her and they slept, at peace, as one, almost eternally.
