Passion

Passion

"What?" he asks, his shoulders rising and falling with his ragged breath.

"You asked what I want. I want passion. I want someone to kiss me in a way that makes me forget my name. I want his hands to drag across my skin, leaving a trail of fire. When he kisses my neck, I want to moan his name because there are no other words. When he sucks my nipples, I want an orgasm from the passion."

"Oh," he says simply as he steps closer to me, pushing me against the wall. His hard cock presses against my stomach through his jeans.

"What else?" he asks, placing his hands on either side of my body.

"I want to feel his whiskers as he kisses his way down my belly. I want to see him breathe in my scent just before he starts kissing around my most sensitive spot."

"And what spot is that, princess?" he asks, dragging his fingers under the hem of my skirt. "Say the word."

"My pussy," I breathe as he inches closer, his fingers teasing me.

"Good girl." He smiles as his thumb brushes over my mouth. "Keep talking."

"He'd slip two fingers in my pussy as he began licking my clit. Switching between licking... mmm, yes... and sucking..." My words begin to sound more like moans as his tongue dances a waltz over my swollen clit.

"And would you want to cum?" he asks.

I moan an acknowledgment as my words fail me.

"And what if he says no?"

I groan as he steps away. I'm so close.

"On your knees. Now," he instructs. "Tell me what you would do for him."

I do as I'm told. My nose is level with the tight zipper of his pants.

"I'd unzip his pants, pull them down, and help him step out. I'd look at his length..."

"Say the word," he says, lifting my chin so I have to look up at him. "Say dick."

I lick my lips and swallow hard. "I'd look at his dick before taking it in my hand. I'd stroke it fully. Once. Twice. Three times. Cupping his balls, I'd massage them gently. Then I'd take my mouth and cover the head while stroking his dick and rubbing his balls."

My mouth is watering as I look at him, his hard dick barely an inch from my face.

"Do it," he says, closing the distance.

His cock enters my mouth. I suck and lick the tip as my hand strokes the length of him. A moan escapes my mouth. He takes that as an invitation, sliding deeper, over my tongue.

I suck harder, my tongue dancing around him. One hand rubs his balls while the other strokes him until his cock fills my mouth. My nose presses against his belly. He holds me there until I choke, then releases me.

"You like that? Is that passionate enough for you?"

I save my words and return to him, eager to show him my answer.

He stops me.

"On the bed. Now. On all fours."

I do as I'm told. My ass is in the air, exposed, my tits hanging below me. I quiver with a mix of fear and excitement.

"You never told me anything about this, though," I moan as his finger dances around my tight asshole.

"Is this off-limits?" he asks.

I shake my head.

"Use your words."

"No," I breathe.

"No... what?" he asks, pausing his finger right at the entrance.

"No, sir. My asshole is not off-limits," I moan as he continues to tease me.

"Tell me what you want," he says softly, spreading my cheeks.

"He'd take his time, teasing me gently with his finger. Then he'd lean closer, letting the anticipation build until I could hardly stand it..." My voice grows breathless as he follows my description. I close my eyes, caught between the fantasy in my words and the sensations of the moment.

"Then he'd reach for my clit and touch me slowly while he..." I lose my train of thought, a shiver running through me. "Oh, fuck!"

He follows my words, unhurried and attentive, and a wave of electricity seems to ripple through me. I struggle to find my next words, caught up in the intensity of the moment.

"Don't cum," he says.

I fight against my own body, struggling to hold back against the overwhelming sensations.

"What do you want now? Be honest. And use your words like a good girl."

"I want you. Please." My plea comes out as a moan.

"Where, princess? Where do you want me?"

"In my pussy," I beg.

He leaves me no time to prepare for the intensity of the moment. The sudden fullness steals my breath. Then he pulls away, leaving me aching for more.

"More!" I cry.

He answers my plea, and I cling to the bed as sensation after sensation washes over me. His fingers trace slowly down my back until they reach my ass.

The sharp smack makes me gasp.

One.

The sting lingers, hot against my skin.

Another smack lands on the other side.

Two.

"Fuck," I breathe, caught between the sting and the anticipation of what he'll do next.

"Suck this. Get it nice and wet," he says, leaning over my back and bringing his finger to my mouth.

I do as I'm told, making sure his finger is thoroughly wet. When he's satisfied, he resumes what he was doing before, then slowly slides that finger into my tight asshole. The sound that escapes me is somewhere between a moan and a scream.

"Is this passionate enough, or do you want more?"

I can't find my voice.

"Oh, you like that, do you?" he asks.

Before I can catch my breath, he changes our position, turning me onto my back effortlessly.

"Don't cum until I tell you to. Understood?"

I nod.

"Use your words."

"Yes, sir."

He gives me a stern look, making it clear he expects me to follow his instructions.

I reach for my nipples, but he catches my hands and pushes them away.

"No touching!"

Fuck. So bossy. So rough.

"I'm going to keep you right on the edge until I decide you've earned your release." It isn't a question.

I struggle to hold on, every thought slipping away beneath the intensity of the moment.

"Are you going to be a good girl?" he asks.

I nod.

"Use your words."

"Yes," I manage to say.

"Then you'd better be ready. Three."

My breath catches.

"Two."

I grip the sheets, waiting for the final number.

"One."

"Now, you dirty girl!"

I can't hold back any longer. The tension breaks, and I cry out, overwhelmed by the force of my release.

For a moment, I can barely think, let alone speak. When I finally catch my breath, I realize he's still holding me close, and I'm left trembling long after the intensity begins to fade.

We collapse onto the bed together, both of us breathing like it's optional.

"You have twenty minutes," he says, still catching his breath. "Then I'm fucking you again.