I secured the ball gag loosely at the back of the head, not wanting to cause her any discomfort, but nothing about the position she was currently in whispered of comfort. I slipped the mask down, covering her wide eyes, still glued to my face. There was something in them, something intangible yet undeniable, bubbling at the brim. I had no idea what was expected of me in the situation, but something about her utter surrender excited me in a new and interesting way that held my feet captive and dulled my mind, making it impossible to walk away.
My finger trailed idly on her skin, causing her to flinch when it got to her nipple. I quickly took my hand away, but not before noting how she leaned into the touch, eager yet silent. With a trickle of an idea, I let my fingertips explore the expanse of her body, starting with her forehead. I took note of the area she responded silently to, like the back of her ears and neck, the curves of her lips, the swell of her breasts, the nipples, her underarm, the ripples of her back. My exploration had inevitably brought me closer to her body as I tentatively explored. Up close, her skin and the soft mounds of her body looked delicious, an adjective that had never crossed my mind in this context.
I stripped down to my skin, wanting to offer a fraction of what was being handed to me. I needed a better angle to further my exploration, which was why I opted to get on top of her slowly and unsteadily, terrified of a past I could not change. I paused, expecting some flashback, but no such thing came. The only reaction my body had to straddling her was an inexplicable thirst that originated from the depths of my heart, along with an occasional painful tug as if my heart was slowly inch by inch getting reignited.
I wet my inexplicably dry lips as I settled on her stomach, putting all my weight on my knees so that I wouldn't squish her tiny frame. She fit perfectly between my thighs, an irrelevant fact that somehow managed to further excite me. Her skin's call turned deafening, forcing my lips to meet it, hoping to satiate my surmounting thirst. As soon as my lips came into contact with skin at the nape of her neck, my remaining thoughts were drowned in a sea of all-consuming lust.
Another muffled moan escaped her lips, driving any hopes of logic further away. I began my exploration once more with my lips, teeth, and tongue. I nipped at her left ear lobe before sucking it into my mouth and her reaction tripled in intensity she let out another moan and moved her body as if to push more of her inside me. I moved to her other breast, leaving a warm, wet trail before capturing her nipple and caressing it. I was rewarded with another moan, and although I wanted to stay longer on her nipple for more of that angelic sound, I still wanted to no needed to explore the rest of her body to see which other parts I could make music with.
I trailed down her stomach using my teeth to gently scrape, only applying a little pressure before going over the same spots with my tongue until I made it to her lower waist. She was a squirming mess, buckling against the cuffs, trying to touch me. By this point, instinct had taken over, and I knew to start with her calves instead of proceeding with the trajectory I was on. Or maybe it was the way she had started grounding herself against my thigh, leaving behind a wet, hot spot. When she finally felt my lips on the soles of my feet, I swear she hurled insults at me, the words only barricaded by the ball in her mouth, judging by the way her movements grew more frantic.
I gently kissed my way up to her ankles, slowly covering every inch of her skin with kisses because it felt right. Once I got to her knees, I moved to her other leg, unwilling to leave any inch of the treasure map that had been presented to me undiscovered. Even as I learned the curves of her body, my flesh responded with heated frenzy, the intensity going higher as her muffled demand and moans grew louder. I was on the verge of losing control of something I did not fully understand, and that somehow made it even more exciting. My core was melting, and I felt the moisture trickle down my thigh as my tongue made its way up hers. My tongue explored the soft swell of her thigh, leaving a wet trail up to the hip. I took my time exploring her other limb further, driving up her frenzy. Her twitching had stopped, and she had resorted to not-so-gently bucking at me.
In any other setting, her uncoordinated and jerky movements might have landed her at the psychiatric unit, but this, I felt, was an acceptable time to lose one's mind. My thoughts had long since devolved, leaving only a desperate need in the pits of my stomach that was causing me to spiral out of control. The only place that I had yet to explore was her warm, dripping wet entrance that was spread out, calling out to me, driving up my thirst. Instead of leading with my mouth, I slipped a finger in her, the soft opening clenched around me, sending my heart into overdrive after it skipped a beat.
As soon as her muscles relaxed, I pushed two more fingers in her and watched her perform the most beautiful rendition of lust, complete with the erotic movements as she began to grind against my fingers, finally a movement that was not restricted. Even as she pushed herself along the lengths of my fingers, her muscles contracted against me as if to hold me captive inside her forever. My body had turned into a molten ball of lust and want with a singular need to consume the woman beneath me. I pushed my fingers as far as they could go before beginning my exploration.
Her moans were loud and continuous as my fingers worked on her walls until they suddenly got caught in her throat, impeded by a sharp gasp as I found another weak spot inside her hot core. I ran my finger against what felt like a knot and was rewarded by her most crushing squeeze. I used my free hand to rip away her eye mask, wanting nothing more in that moment than to see the look in her face. I needed to see the expression that accompanied her most desperate attempt to milk my fingers.
Her eyes remained tightly shut, and although her face was completely visible, it left her strangely unsatisfied. I needed to see her eyes and see what was leaking from her soul through them. Her entire face was contorted in what I desperately hoped was pleasure. I began moving my finger in and out of her, aiming for the spot each time with consistent pressure. She moaned and moved against me, but her eyes remained shut, and it nagged at my mind even more.
"Open your eyes!" I rasped my voice deeper and hoarser than it had ever been, thick with the tension that was on the verge of numbing my body with need. Frustratingly, her eyes remained scrunched shut. I stilled my movement, bringing my hands to her hips, and applied enough force to stop her frenzied thrusting.
"Open your eyes, I want to see them, and I want you to look at me."
Her eyes flew open only a fraction as if she struggled with the basic motion of opening her lids. I took out the ball gag, my greed deepening; I needed to feel and hear all of her reactions. I wanted to make her scream from pleasure, I wanted her pleasure to soothe my pain. Her pink tongue ventured out of her mouth to soothe her lips taut from being stretched once again. The movement captured my flawed attention, and I felt my heart skip a beat with anticipation of feeling it with mine. Her hooded eyes struggled to remain open as I renewed my efforts at massaging her sweet spot.
"Don't you dare close them, or I will stop!" I rasped out, meaning every word with an absolute that had me pausing. Her fluttered open, and I did not need to hear her say it to know she had liked it when I asserted my dominance. I captured her lips with mine, needing to take some of the edge off. Her lips were soft and yielding against mine, meeting my favor with eager compliance. I took her top lip in between mine, pulling on it gently with my teeth before running my tongue across the surface before repeating the same with her bottom lip, all while fighting the urge to slobber and consume her.
Her lips captured mine, pulling them in a warm embrace. All the remaining resolve I had in my body to make this a pleasurable and memorable experience melted away, leaving nothing but the need to possess. I deepened the kiss, leaving no room for even air to come between us. My tongue slipped into her mouth and timidly explored the warm, wet hole even as our lips fought to imbue themselves together. With nothing but her tongue and lips, she poured into me pleasure so intense that all I could do was feel.
She poured into me, and I somehow felt empty, needing more. My fingers were moving in a frenzy, no longer concerned with maintaining a steady pace. It was only when her muscles constricted so painfully around me that I began doubting whether I would get my fingers back. Her entire body tensed together as if she was on the verge of imploding before she did her cuming, heralded by her breathy screams. Her eyes rolled to the back of her head, she threw he head back pulling against the cuffs, and her experience spurred me on. I moved my fingers despite the resistance, wanting to see how long it would take for me to draw out the experience. Need took over intention, and once again I was frantically moving in and out of her, not giving her a chance to take a break, and once again I felt her contract before her world once again imploded, causing her screams to echo off the walls once again.
I waited for her body to release all tension before moving back to her entrance and exploring it with my tongue. She bucked against my mouth, and I liked the pressure, so I released her legs with a key that was conveniently placed at the foot of the bed. Her tight pulled me and locked me in their warm and tight embrace. With her legs free, she all but drowned me in her hips grinding across my entire face, seeking something I was more than willing to give. After allowing her frenzy to continue for a few minutes, I took back control, pinning her hips to the bed before using my tongue to thrust in and out of her. I discovered another protruding sweet spot that had her putting me in a choke hold with her thighs. I did not relent in my attack until I felt her body collapse.
The next few hours passed with me discovering new and interesting ways to shatter her world with pleasure until she passed out. It wasn't until she was no longer moving, until her body could no longer jerk from pleasure, that I stopped moving. My own body was still drowning in tension, so used a toy I had once received from Claire but had never attempted to use. As soon as the vibrations hit the walls of my vagina I was a goner. It did not take two minutes before I felt for the very first time the pleasure of an organism. My hands were curling in on themselves and could not even attempt to remove the device, which continues to wreak havoc on my extremely sensitive and overly teased body.
That night, I slept better than I had in years. As I drifted off to sleep, I sent a silent prayer thanking God that Sunshine was deaf. As awful a thought as it was, if she had heard Mercy's screams, there was no telling how this night would have ended. I found it extremely odd that, lying there satisfied with a snoring Mercy beside me that the one nagging thought my mushy mind could conjure was sunshine.