Treasured Submission (25 page)

Abby, however, had no intention of his dying. She sucked, first hard, and then softly on his cockhead, while her hand gently stroked his shaft, the soft silk aiding in the act. Only after the silk of his boxers was sopping wet, did she reach up and slowly hook her fingers into the waistband. She looked up at him, a smile on her face that he would never forget. His cock jerked as she raised one eyebrow as if asking if it would be okay to lower his underwear.

"For God's sake, yes!" he almost shouted.

Abby grinned and slowly, very, very slowly began to pull his shorts down. When his cock popped free to stand erect and quivering in front of her face, she looked up at him innocently before bending forward and taking him into her mouth again.

"Abs, oh God," he moaned, his hands fisting in her hair.

Abby slowly drew him deeper and tongued his glans, tasting his precum as it seeped from the tip of his cock. She had never willingly done this before. Nick and she had explored it a bit, but he had told her she was awful at it, and never had the patience or inclination to teach her what he wanted. The few times she had tried, he had roughly thrust into her mouth and tried to push down her throat, causing her to gag and feel terrified of suffocating. However, with Dean's cock in her mouth, she felt completely different. She felt feminine and submissive, kneeling before him, and yet in control, and loving every moment. From his deep moans, and the trembles she could see in his muscles, she knew he was straining to hold himself back, and she appreciated the fact that he was allowing her to tend to him, taking her time, doing only what she desired to do. Raising her eyes, she saw him staring down at her, the glaze of his lust evident. Tightening her lips, she suckled hard, smiling around his cock as he gasped.

Honey, you'd better stop. I can't keep at this much longer."

She shook her head slightly and pulled him deeper, though she didn't have him fully in her mouth, not by a long shot. One hand stroked his exposed shaft, while her other hand reached under to cup his balls, squeezing them gently.

Dean gave up any semblance of control. He continued to moan, and she absorbed all of it. He parted his legs even more, as if to give her better access to his heavy testicles, and she held them tighter, amazed at their weight. She imagined them full to bursting, and realized that she actually wanted him to fill her mouth with his seed. Her hand stroked his shaft faster and she suckled harder, adjusting her head to change the angle of her throat so that she could take just a bit more of him.

He tried to stop but felt his balls tighten and his hips jerk uncontrollably, and he shouted, "God, Abby, I'm cumming!"

Responding to his shout, she tightened her lips, not allowing him to withdraw as he began to pump into her mouth, the first spurt of semen splashing onto her tongue. Dean shot again and again, and she swallowed as fast as she could, tasting him for the first time, savoring his love for her. As his legs began to sag a bit, she gently tongued his softening penis as she swallowed everything he had given her. She was surprised at her ability to arouse him so much, Nick had never taken the time to see if she could or even would bring him off. He'd been perfectly happy to lay her down and fuck her hard and fast until his needs were met, never really worried about hers. Abby grinned and lifted her eyes again.

Dean was swaying a bit, his voice husky. "Oh, Abby, God, that was… you are magnificent." She finally released his cock from her mouth and slowly stood, running her hands up over his legs and chest until they encircled his neck. Despite his weakness, he lifted her up until her face was level with his and kissed her deeply, tasting himself and loving that she had taken control. He carried her to the bed and laid her down, kissing her again and again, until she was the one writhing in need, desperate for release.

Picking up the rose, he slowly drew it across her lips before moving it down the length of her body. Her nipples swelled at the soft, velvet contact of the petals as he trailed the flower across them. Her moan caused his cock to twitch as he dragged the rose down her stomach, until the tip was being twirled across the bud of her clitoris as it peeked out of its little hood.

Abby's entire body jerked as Dean used one hand to open her labia in order to draw the rose through her sopping sex, the white petals of the flower a beautiful contrast against the softness of her own pink petals. Abby's moan was deep and delicious as he lifted the flower to his nose and inhaled deeply. A primal sound came from her as she shuddered, her sex flooding as she watched him lick the white petals with the very tip of his tongue.

"You, my love, provide the true nectar of the Gods," Dean said, bending to kiss her before placing the rose beside her on the bed.

Pulling her to the very edge of the bed, he dropped to his knees, the vision of her a masterpiece before his eyes. He tongued her softly, determined to hear her beg for release, licking from her rosebud to her clitoris, slowly, then faster. He would occasionally suck on her clit until she tensed, and he knew she was at the very edge, before pulling away, kissing the insides of her thighs, and tonguing her sit spot and anus. His tongue pushed into her slit, tasting the abundance of cream she was producing.

Finally, she screamed, "God, please, please let me cum!" Her pleading for release told of his success. He suckled on her labia for a few minutes, loving her gasps and the grinding of her hips into his face, before slipping a finger deep inside her, stroking her inner walls until she was squirming and whimpering. "Please, please, oh, Dean, please…" He took her clit into his mouth and began sucking it as deep as he could, rolling it between his tongue and the roof of his mouth, causing her to buck even harder and then scream loudest of all as her orgasm claimed every cell in her body. She continued to contract and release her cream, and he continued to suckle and lick and drink it all, until she was trying to push him away from her extremely sensitive clitoris. He grinned as he stood and then climbed into the bed beside her, drawing her into his arms.

They cuddled for a long time until she realized his cock was hard and demanding, pressing against her stomach. She smiled and, reaching down, encircled it with her hand, lazily pumping it up and down.

"Not again, little lady. It's my turn and I plan on lasting a long, long time."

She released his cock, leaned forward and kissed him. "Promise?" she teased, and he growled, pinning her to the bed, taking her mouth again.

He moved his lips to her breasts, sucking, nipping and biting them until she was groaning and arching up against his body. He lifted her arms above her head and guided them to the rails. She gripped them tightly, her body on fire. As he moved to feast between her legs again, she begged, "Oh God, please, please, Sir, fuck me. I need you to fuck me."

Dean grinned up at her. "All in good time, my dear." She moaned as he kissed and suckled her pussy, and then shook as she felt him press his tongue against her anus. He used his hands to spread her buttocks apart and licked and kissed her cleft, before pushing his tongue into the tightness of her bottom until he felt the ring of muscle relax enough to allow him to enter her.

Bucking hard, grinding herself against his mouth, she shuddered as he drove her closer and closer to heaven. She didn't realize she was panting his name over and over, begging him not to stop. Dean kept his nose buried in her cleft, his tongue probing and stroking inside her as deeply as he could reach. When he felt he would explode himself, he moved up to lie over her, his cock easily sliding into her slick warmth.

She arched and moaned as he took her. He leaned to take a nipple into his mouth, and she surged up to give him all she could. As he released her nipple to move and suckle her other turgid peak, she said, "Please, please, Dean. Please fu–fuck my ass. Please teach me."

He was deep inside her pussy, but her words froze him. He felt her pulsing around his cock and looked down at her. He wanted her badly; God how he wanted to press into her tight rosebud and take her virginity. But he wondered if she had even realized what she was saying. He closed his eyes for a minute, trying to keep himself under control.

He heard her soft whisper. "Open your eyes, Sir. Look at me, please." He grinned at her timid command but obeyed. He locked his eyes on hers and saw deep arousal in hers. "I want you, Dean. I want you to love me, I trust you to take me through the door. I want you, God, I need you to fuck my ass."

Dean bent to kiss her again and knew that if he hesitated longer, if he questioned her, she very well might withdraw her offer, feeling that he doubted her sincerity. Instead, he kissed her deeply and said only a single word in response, "Yes."

Pulling out of her pussy, he kept one hand on her core, gently stroking her as he reached over and opened the nightstand drawer. He retrieved a bottle of lubricant he had required she stock for when it was needed. Opening the bottle, he saw her watching his every move, even though her body continued to arch into his hand. He made sure to thoroughly coat the entire length of his cock before pouring some lube into his hand.

"Lay on your side, baby, it will be easier for you." Nodding her head, she released the bedrails and moved to her side. She lifted one arm to once more hold the rail as Dean moved to lie behind her, spooning tightly against her. "Pull your leg up, sweetheart," he instructed softly, guiding her leg to bend towards her chest. "Good girl, that's perfect," he said, stroking her hip with his fingers before trailing a single finger down the divide of her bottom. As he gently pulled her buttocks apart, opening her to him, she moaned deep in her throat. "Easy, honey," he said as he began to lubricate her tightly puckered rosebud. "God you are beautiful," he murmured, and she felt her entire body flush.

Abby looked at the rose beside her as he continued to stroke her own. She was putty in his hands as he gently inserted one finger and then another, slowly stretching her. When he finally moved into position, the tip of his cock at her entrance, she whispered, "Please, go slow… please, be gentle."

"Always, my love," he assured her. Seeing her hand gripping the rail as if her life depended on it, he moved to cover it with his own. "Relax, sweetheart, trust me." She nodded, relaxing her fingers though not releasing the rail. Dean smiled, remembering the first time she had gripped the rails on his command. She had come such a long way in her journey, learning to trust him to only take her as far as he knew she could go. Dean gritted his teeth and fought the urge to plunge into her with one stroke. Instead, he pressed forward millimeter by millimeter, attuned to her every movement, her every breath. He felt her anal ring fighting his entrance and heard her moan deep in her throat. Holding himself steady, he gently stroked her back and her hip, calming her. He wondered if he'd even last long enough to take her bottom.

"You are doing beautifully, Abby, you are so perfect. Can you push against me a little? It will help you open and accept me." She blushed, but he felt her pushing against him and felt her anus open the tiniest bit. "Perfect, baby, that's perfect." He pushed a bit forward again and she moaned louder.

"Oh God, it hurts… it burns." He stopped again, though it took everything in him to do so.

"Shh, just relax, Abs, push back and relax. I promise it will get easier."

Accepting his reassurance, she nodded and, closing her eyes, obeyed him—but couldn't stifle a sharp cry when her sphincter muscle finally gave and he pushed inside her. Dean stilled again, stroking her body until she calmed and the intense fire in her anus abated a little. "That's the worst part, honey. The head is in now, that's the thickest part. Are you okay?"

She nodded her head, panting hard and then said, "I think so. Go–go on." Pleased at her request, he proceeded, giving her time to adjust, sliding inside her one millimeter at a time, reaching over her to gently stroke her breast. He smiled when her free hand moved to cover his as though she needed the additional connection. Dean turned his hand to capture hers, giving her fingers a gentle squeeze.

"Okay?" he asked again, wanting her first time to be as painless and as enjoyable as possible

"Yes, it's better now," she whispered softly, her body relaxing as the burn lessened.

It took another several minutes before Dean was buried to the hilt, his balls resting against her pussy. He stopped, breathing hard, controlling himself, backing off until he felt he could continue without danger of exploding, knowing that if he hadn't already cum from her oral attentions, he would never have made it this long.

"Oh, God," she moaned and said, "I feel so full, I can't believe you fit in me."

He grinned, "You fit me like a glove, honey. You feel incredible." She shuddered, and he felt her passage grip him tighter.

Looking back over her shoulder, she was smiling. "Aren't you supposed to move?" she asked, and he saw she was teasing.

"Oh yeah, I'm going to move all right." He moved to kiss her shoulder, giving her skin a soft nip before he began to gently move his hips back and forth, slowly fucking her virgin passage. She began to moan and rock back to meet his thrusts, her pace increasing with his. He pulled her closer, his hand on her hip as he began to fuck her in earnest, and she was soon begging him to go harder and faster. He obeyed, his head swimming, dizzy with the control it took to make sure she enjoyed this as much as he was. He moved his hand to her pussy and found it sopping wet, actually dripping onto his fingers. She moaned, pulling her leg higher to allow him better access, and bucked as he caught her clit between his slippery fingers, impaling herself deeper on the cock buried deep in her ass.