The VIP Room(160)

He comes into view. One hand plants outside my shoulder. The other brushes hair from my face. Blake stares into my eyes for a moment. There's almost something sweet about it.

His lips connect with mine. All the want buzzing around my body collects between my legs. We've been at this foreplay all day. Waiting any longer would be torture, but I'm clearly not in a position to negotiate.

I slide my tongue into his mouth. He kisses back, harder. His hands slide down my chest. He circles my nipples with his thumb and forefinger. Then it's down, all the way to my belly button.

He kisses my neck. My chest. My stomach. Right below my bellybutton. My sex clenches. His mouth is so close.

Blake grabs onto my thighs and shoves them apart. My knees smack against the bed. My eyelids get heavy. I suck in a deep inhale. I'm sure I'm blushing. It's hard not to feel self-conscious. I've never had anyone that close.

"You smell f*cking good," he says.

Something in me relaxes. I arch into him as much as I can.

Blake holds my thighs against the bed. I shift my legs just to see what he'll do. He digs his nails into my skin until I cry out. That pain feels good, too.

No waiting. He runs his tongue over my lips. His mouth closes on my left side and he sucks hard. Pleasure overwhelms me. It's so much, so unlike anything else I've ever felt. He's warm, soft, and wet all at once.

He licks me from top to bottom. Every movement of his tongue feels damn good. I try to contain the sensation by shifting, but I've got nowhere to go. I buck my hips. He holds me tighter.

The only thing I can do is moan.

He draws all sorts of delicious shapes over me. A circle, a triangle, a star, a heart even. I don't bother to complain that it's romantic. His mouth is some kind of marvel. I don't bother wondering how he learned this. I don't care.

Pleasure pools inside me. It's so good, everywhere, and I'm stuck here. I'm utterly at his mercy. He digs his nails into my thighs, and a burst of pain washes over me. It's sharp and real. I moan out some utterly incomprehensible collection of syllables.

He focuses his attention on my clit. It's soft, slow strokes at first. They're perfect and amazing. My entire body is in overdrive. It's so much feeling, and there's nowhere for it to go. I groan, louder and louder and louder.

He flicks his tongue against me, hard and fast. A wave of pleasure jolts through me, so strong it hurts. I gasp. I can take it.

He does it again. I try to free my legs so I can squeeze them around him, affect him some way too. But he only holds me tighter. His nails dig into my skin again, like he's warning me he'll tie my legs, too.

He licks me. Slow. Then faster. Harder. It's jolt of pleasure after jolt of pleasure. With no way to contain the sensation, I feel everything. I shift my hands until the rope tugs at my wrists.

It's so strange. So wonderful. Still so warm, so soft, so wet. Blake moves faster, until every jolt blurs together, and all I can feel is an intense rush of pleasure. It's so tight. With my hands bound and my legs pinned, I can't do anything to contain the sensation.

An orgasm builds up inside of me. It's tight, tight, tight, and then everything releases in a perfect wave. I catch my breath for an instant then Blake's mouth is on me again. He licks me with long, fast strokes. Somehow, it's more of everything. More intense, more pleasure, more I can't contain.

I moan. "Blake." Then words completely flee my brain. I groan. It's the only thing I can manage. The tension builds inside me until it's so tight I think I'll snap. But he keeps going. Tighter. Tighter. Tighter.

This orgasm comes fast. All the pressure inside me releases in a deep cascade of pleasure. I feel it everywhere.

My legs go slack. I relax into the bed, reveling in the after shakes. Blake releases me for a moment. His eyes find mine. This expression I understand. He wants his release. He wants me.

He unwraps the condom and rolls it on. He arranges my legs, flat against the bed again. Then he brings the weight of his body against mine. He feels so good already—warm and hard and distinctly male.

He spreads my legs wider. The tip of his cock strains against me. There's a sharp tugging sensation from the rubber of the condom. It's a quick moment and it's gone, replaced by the feeling of him inside me.

Wow. Wow. Wow. That's the only word I have. He shifts into me slowly. It's not like people warned me. There's a slight discomfort, but it doesn't really hurt.

Blake plants his hands outside my shoulders. He pushes into me, going deeper. Wow. Wow. Wow. Any remnants of pain are replaced by the sensation of being full. Something instinctual takes over inside me. I arch my hips. I go to bring my arms around him, and my wrists catch on the restraints. I'm not in control. Blake is.

He grunts. His lips press against my neck. Then it's teeth. He bites me hard enough that pain shoots to my sex. It heightens the feeling of him inside me. It heightens the pleasure spreading to my fingertips.

He moves faster. Harder. It hurts for a minute then it feels so damn good. I wrap my legs around him and arch to meet his movements. Wow. Wow. Wow. This is why people write pop songs. This is why people go to war. This sex thing is amazing.

He groans. "Mhmm. Kat."

His nails scape against the outside of my thighs. Another perfect burst of pain. I close my eyes and surrender completely to the sensation. He thrusts into me. He sinks his teeth into my neck. He scrapes his nails against my skin. Everything mixes together--the pressure, the pleasure, the pain. It's amazing. It's perfect.