Love Bound (16 page)

“Here.” He pulled up his
shirt tails, and held his cock, which flopped limply over his fingers. “Suck.”

She stared at him,
open-mouthed.
What? No way!
She shook her head, her mouth set in an
angry, thin line, glaring at him.

“Yes.” He sat up enough
that he could grasp her by the hair, pulling her toward his crotch. She could
have resisted, but it would have hurt her to jerk away. “Sometimes you don’t
know what’s good for you. Trust that I do.”

She snorted, rolling her
eyes.
Good for me?
She thought.
A blowjob for him is good for me?
What kind of twisted logic is this?

Looking at the banana on
the other side of his hip, she took his flaccid length into her mouth. She’d
been doing this, or some variation of this, to him for ten years and she knew
exactly how to get him hard. Her tongue worked back and forth over the frenulum
as she made a circle with her thumb and forefinger around him. When his cock
began to swell, she started taking him in from base to tip in long, cheek-hollowing
sucks, doing it again and again until he was fully erect.

“Look at me.” He moved her
hair out of her eyes. She didn’t take his cock out of her mouth, she just
tilted her eyes up to him. “I love you. Do you know that?”

She pulled her head off
his cock, opening and then closing her mouth.

“Just nod, yes or no.” He
smiled, sliding her head back down onto him.

Laura could feel her
throat beginning to close with tears. She nodded, feeling his cock pulsing
against her tongue. She had heard the words a thousand times from him, but this
was different somehow. Something had changed, and she didn’t know what it was.

“Do you love me?” He
caught one of her tears with his thumb as it fell. She nodded again, unable to
stop the tears. She had never felt it so fully and completely as she did right
now. He nodded, watching her tears falling.

“Suck.” He pressed his
hand against the back of her head. She took him into her mouth again, as far as
she could. She had never been very good at deep-throating him—Rick wasn’t a small
man, anywhere—but she tried, gagging a little, and it made her eyes water until
she wasn’t sure why tears were running down her cheeks.

“Deeper,” he said, and she
could feel him pressing in. Her throat constricted and she choked, gasping for
breath.

“Just open.”

She found that when she
relaxed her throat muscles, she could take much more of him, so she did,
breathing through her nose as he thrust slowly in and out of her mouth. The
longer she sucked him, the more open her throat seemed to become. When she
looked up into his eyes, she felt completely connected to him, as if the cock
in her mouth completed a circuit between them.

“Ok.” He eased his cock
out of her mouth. The empty feeling she had when he took it away surprised her.
His thumb was wiping at her wet cheek again.

“Hungry?” he asked. She
nodded, eager, and he smiled, reaching for the banana. He peeled it back a
quarter of the way and offered it to her. She took a bite, moaning as she
mashed the sweetness against the roof of her mouth. Her throat felt raw and
tender as she swallowed.

“More?” he asked. She
nodded and opened her mouth. He fed her another short length, and she moaned
again as she swallowed it, her stomach clamoring. A banana had never tasted so
good. She opened her mouth once more, waiting as he peeled it further, feeding
her bit by glorious bit.

When it was gone, she made
a happy, satisfied sound, practically a purr, and then watched him toss the
peel on the night table. She stretched out beside him, smiling. He stroked her
hair and kissed the top of her head. His cock had fallen to half-mast but it
was still pulsing and slick with her saliva.

“Are you still hungry?” he
asked and she nodded against his chest. Her stomach was happy with the banana,
but she was nowhere near satisfied. “Go get the peach.”

She leapt off the bed and
went to the dresser, getting the soft, ripe peach and bringing it to him. He
took it from her, laying it on the other side of him again where the banana had
been.

“I want you to undress,”
he told her. She raised her eyebrows but started unbuttoning her blouse from
top to bottom, pulling it out of her skirt so she could undo the lower buttons.
Her hands were trembling, and she told herself it was because she was hungry as
she peeled her blouse off her pale shoulders, letting it fall to the floor.

Her bra was a front-hook,
and she unclasped it, dropping it next to her blouse. Her flowered skirt
unzipped in the back, and Rick watched as she struggled with it, finally
getting it far enough down so she could wiggle it past her hips.

Last were her panties, and
she hooked her thumbs under the elastic to peel them off. She couldn’t remember
the last time she had stood in front of him like this, completely exposed. His
cock was hard again, pulsing skyward.

“Put your arms above your
head.” He watched her breasts lifting as she did. They were sweetly pear-shaped
with dark brown nipples that ripened into fat buds when they were sucked.

Rick got up from the bed,
grabbing his tie off the chair. His wife would have been a small woman next to
any man, but next to him she seemed almost doll-like. He could easily grasp her
wrists in one hand, and he did, wrapping the tie around them. He made a knot,
wrapping some more and then making another.

“Does that hurt?” he
asked. She shook her head, her eyes wide. “Good. Can you lower your arms?” She
tried, finding that she could, leaving her wrists crossed in front of her
navel.

He sat on the edge of the
bed, reaching back for the peach.

“Kneel.” He tossed a
pillow on the floor in front of him. Laura struggled to her knees, finding it
harder than she thought it would be without the use of her hands. “Look at me.”

“Bite.” He offered her the
peach. His hand brushed her hair out of her eyes, flipping it back over her
shoulders and out of the way as she sank her teeth into the fruit, tearing off
a piece and moaning at its sweetness. The juices ran down her chin and although
she tried catching them with her tongue, it was impossible.

“Suck.” He pulled his
shirt tails back to expose his hard cock. She chewed the rest of the peach
flesh, swallowing before taking him between her lips. Her mouth was cool and
sticky from the fruit as she ran her tongue up and down his shaft. Rick
watched, his eyes never leaving hers.

“Bite.” He offered her the
peach again, and she took her mouth off him to take a large bite, juice flowing
down her chin this time, running in rivulets between her breasts. She chewed
happily, her eyes on him, flickering from his face to his cock. Her hands,
crossed over her belly, longed to slide further down. She could feel the heat
of her pussy, growing wet and swollen between her legs.

Her face was full of juice
now, and he watched her swallow the peach flesh and lick her lips before
saying, “Suck,” again. She obeyed, leaning in to take his cock between her
sticky lips. He tasted like peaches now, and she moaned around him as she tried
to take it all, working her head up and down his shaft.

“Yeah,” he murmured, the
hand not holding the peach going to her hair, pulling her in tight. She heard
him groan when she opened her throat to take nearly all of his shaft, much more
than she’d ever gotten into her mouth before. He pulled her head back slowly,
looking down at her open mouth and eyes looking up at him as if she could
devour him. That was just how she felt.

He took a bite of the
peach in his hand, making an “mmm” sound as he chewed. She watched him,
waiting.

“Almost as good as your
little peach.” He grinned as he took another bite, making that same “mmm”
sound. “Here. Bite.”

She sank her teeth in,
once, twice, digging deep through the fuzzy surface to the slippery, succulent
fruit underneath. Her face and chin and chest were soaked in peach juice. She
watched Rick finish the last of the peach flesh.

“Come here.” He helped her
stand. Turning her with his body, he pushed her so she was lying on her back on
the bed. “Arms over your head.”

She did as she was told,
feeling vulnerable and a little scared as she watched him standing above her,
unbuttoning his shirt. His eyes never left hers, and she had never felt so
naked, or so seen by him. It made her want to squirm and she willed herself to
stay still.

“Now, you’re going to
learn how to tell me what you want.” He put one knee between her legs on the
bed. She felt the breath leave her body, and for a moment couldn’t find it
again. “And you’re going to do it with just your body movement and sounds. No
words.”

She stared at him, feeling
helpless. She had discovered today in a short period of time that she could
follow his lead, but what he was asking now felt impossible. Sex was often the
one place she just couldn’t say what she wanted, and he knew it.

“Make a ‘yes’ sound.” He
stroked her inner thigh gently with his hand in the way he knew she loved.
Laura moaned, making a sound in her throat that sounded a like “mmmm.”

“Good.” He reached up
toward her breast. “Now make a ‘no’ sound.” He squeezed and twisted her nipple
hard and she squealed, a pained “nuh-uh” coming from her throat.

The look in her eyes was
hurt, as if he had betrayed her. He whispered a “shhh,” stroking her breast
now, petting her, calming her.

“That was perfect.” He
thumbed her nipples. She gave a low moan, arching her back. He smiled. “You’re
perfect.”

He knelt on the pillow,
grabbed her legs and pulled her so that her feet were dangling off the edge.
His breath was warm on her thighs and his hands pressed her legs open wide,
fully exposing her.

“Now this is a ripe little
peach,” he breathed. She had a bikini wax just before they left, thinking she
would use the retreat pool, if not go swimming in the ocean; her skin was still
completely smooth. He feathered kisses on her inner thighs, moving upward from
each knee, back and forth.

“Do you want my tongue?”
he asked, when he had reached her mound, kissing the silky skin there, too.
“Make a yes sound.”

She wiggled and whimpered,
finally moaning and made the “mmmm” sound in her throat. He rewarded her with
his tongue, slipping it between her bare lips and finding her clit. She made
the sound again, rolling her hips slightly as he licked her, moving his tongue
slowly back and forth.

“More?” His breath was hot
over her pussy. She made the sound in her throat, pushing her hips up toward
his mouth. His tongue found her again, teasing the swollen bud between her
lips, making light, barely-there strokes with the tip of his tongue. He slowly
increased the pressure, making her moan and respond with several “mmmm’s!” in a
row.

He slipped a finger
through her wetness, sliding it slowly into her. She spread her legs wider,
moaning as moved his finger in and out, his tongue making wet circles over her
mound. He slid another finger in, and she again gave him the “yes” sound, her
hands gripping the covers above her head.

Pumping two fingers in her
now, he covered her whole pussy with his mouth, making his tongue flat and
sweeping over her clit, back and forth. She groaned, her hips moving back
against him as he fingered her. When he edged a third finger into her, she
gasped, making the “Nuh-uh!” sound; her legs closed slightly.

“Too much?” he murmured,
slipping it back out and twisted two fingers inside of her. “What about this?”
He followed her slit down to her pink, puckered asshole and rubbed a wet finger
there.

“Nuh-uh!” She jumped so
much that his fingers slipped out of her pussy.

Rick moved up next to her
on the bed, stretching out and tracing a lazy, wet finger around her nipple.
She made the “yes” noise, her eyes half-closing. He traced the other nipple,
making her moan, her hips wiggling in response.

“Taste.” He put his fingers,
still wet with her juices, up to her mouth.

“Nuh-uh,” she said, her
eyes wide. She shook her head for emphasis.

“Yes.” He rubbed her
juices over her lips like gloss, making them shine. “Suck.”

She sighed, opening her
mouth and letting him slide his fingers in. Surprised by the taste, she sucked
on his fingers, her eyes on his. He was watching them go in and out of her
mouth.

“Do you like how you
taste?” He rubbed his fingers over her now-eager tongue.

“Mmmm!” she responded,
licking between his fingers, too.

“I’m going to fuck you.”
He used his wet fingers to rub her nipples again. She groaned, spreading her
thighs for him, and he smiled. “Not like that. Roll over.”

Laura moved, a little
awkward, rolling to her belly on the bed. She felt his hand move over her back,
up over the curve of her ass, and dip between her thighs. His fingers probed
there, opening her lips, slipping inside.

“Mmmmmmm.” She arched her
back, raising her bottom even higher in the air, letting him slide his fingers
in a little deeper. They weren’t anywhere near enough now—she wanted his cock.
Her whole body was aching with the need to be filled.