SANDRA
He kisses my inner thigh, and I squirm beneath him, moving my hips rhythmically.
He crawls up my body, kissing me along the edge of my pants, pulling them to get rid of them. I am
now naked and at his mercy. He kisses my belly, nipping my navel with his teeth.
“Ah,” I sigh.
This is going to be fun . . . I had no idea. He traces soft kisses
and little bites up to my breasts.
“Shhh . . . ,” he soothes. “You are so beautiful, Sandra."
I groan with ecstasy as I grind my hips, responding to his touch with a rhythm of my own. I moan, playing with his rugged hair.
“You drive me crazy,” he whispers. “So I am going to drive you crazy.”
He’s
resting on me now, his weight on his elbows, and he turns his attention to my
breasts. Biting, sucking, rolling my nipples between his fingers and thumbs, driving me wild. He doesn’t stop. It’s maddening. *Oh. Please*. His erection pushes
against me.
“Oscar,” I beg and feel his triumphant smile against my skin.
“I'll make you come today.....”
He murmurs against my nipple, causing it
to harden some more. “You know I can.” He suckles me hard and I cry out, pleasure lancing from my chest directly to my groin. I pull helplessly beneath him, swamped by the sensation.
“Yes,” I whimper.
“Oh, baby, that would be too easy.”
“Oh . . . please.”
“Shh.” His teeth scrape my chin as he trails his lips to my mouth, and I gasp.
He kisses me. His skilled tongue invades my mouth, tasting, exploring, dominating, but my tongue meets his challenge, writhing against his. He tastes of
cool mint and he smells of lavender. He grasps my chin, holding
my head in place.
“Still, baby. I want you still,” he whispers against my mouth.
“I want to see you.”
“Oh no, Sandy, you’ll feel more this way.” And agonizingly slowly he flexes his hips and pushes partway into me. I tilt my pelvis up to meet
him, wanting him inside me. He withdraws.
“Ah! Oscar, please!”
“Again?” he teases, his voice hoarse.
"Oscar!”
He meant it when he said he'll punish me.
He pushes fractionally into me again then withdraws while kissing me, his
fingers tugging at my nipple. It’s pleasure overload.
“No!”
“Do you want me, honey?”
“Yes,” I beg.
“Tell me,” he murmurs, his breathing harsh, and he teases me once
more—in . . . and out.
“I want you,” I whimper. “Please.”
I hear his soft sigh against my ear.
“And have me you will, babe.”
He rears up and slams into me. I scream, tilting my head back as he hits my sweet spot, and I am all sensation, everywhere—a sweet,
sweet sensation, and I cannot move. He stills then circles his hips, and the motion radiates deep inside me.
He circles deep inside me again, ignoring my plea, easing out slowly and then
slamming into me again.
“Oh baby!” he hisses, and I’m vaguely aware that it’s through gritted
teeth.
I cry out in an incoherent wail . . . this is too much.
“Stop punishing me honey, I've learnt my lesson. . .”
He slams into me again, thrusting so deep, and I’m building . . . the feeling is
so intense—it swamps me, spiraling out from deep within my belly.
He groans loudly and thrusts deep, again and again, over and over, and I am
lost, trying to absorb the pleasure. It’s mind-blowing . . . body blowing . . . I long
to straighten my legs, to control my imminent orgasm, but I can’t . . . I’m helpless. I’m his, just his, to do with as he wills . . . Tears spring to my eyes. This is
too intense. I can’t stop him. I don’t want to stop him.....
“That’s it,” Oscar growls. “Feel it, baby!”
I detonate around him, again and again, round and round, screaming loudly as
my orgasm rips me apart, scorching through me like a wildfire, consuming
everything. I am wrung ragged, tears streaming down my face—my body left
pulsing and shaking.
And I’m aware that Oscar kneels, still inside me, pulling me upright onto
his lap. He clutches my head with one hand and my back with another, and he
comes violently inside me while my insides continue to tremble with aftershocks.
It’s draining, it’s exhausting, it’s hell . . . it’s heaven...it's wild. He kisses me. He kisses my eyes, my nose,
my cheeks. He kisses away the tears, clutching my face in between his hands.
“I love you, Sandra,” he breathes. “Even though you get so mad at me, with no apparent reason.—I
feel so alive with you.” I don’t have the energy to open either my eyes or my
mouth to respond. Very gently, he lays me back on the bed and eases out of me then lies down beside
me again, pulling me into his arms. I stretch out my legs. Oh my, that feels good. I
feel good. That was, without doubt, the most intense climax I have ever endured.
Hmm.... What a sweet punishment fuck that was!
