Four

When the woman straddled Richie’s chest, the feel of her naked pussy on his skin made him growl. He could feel her wetness on him, and never wanted his hands free as much as he did now. If she would cut his ties, he would reach up to mold his hands to her breasts, worrying the tips, pulling on them gently, stretching them, urging her to slide back and impale herself on his throbbing cock… but all thoughts were driven from his brain when the woman raised the bottom of the hood. She had his full attention as she rose up on her knees and edged forward until he could smell her arousal. She was so close he could practically taste her.

“I assume you know what to do with this,” she said, gently swiping her swollen folds across his chin. Too late, he tilted his head and reached his tongue out for her, encountering nothing but air. “Yes,” she murmured appreciatively, “I see that you do.”

Kathryn levered up again, straddling Richie’s shoulders and bracing herself against the headboard. She lowered herself by degrees to his hot mouth. She could feel his breath tickling her sensitive lips a split second before he drove his tongue up and into her. Kathryn let out a gasp when he curled his tongue, instinctively searching for the most sensitive spot. He scraped his teeth on her clit, and she shattered – the build up of two weeks’ celibacy finally catching up with her.

Richie ate greedily, licking and sucking until she pulled away. He licked his lips and smiled; maybe she would return the favor, and give him some relief. The smile fell away when she covered his face back up with the hood and climbed off the bed. He was incredulous when he heard the unmistakable high-pitched metallic tick of a lighter clicking open – from across the room. The rasp of a flint wheel, the acrid smell of expensive tobacco and the hollow clack when the lighter flipped closed were followed by a long appreciative sigh.

“You have a very clever mouth, my dear Richard.” Kathryn shivered deliciously as she sat and smoked. His erection hadn’t flagged at all. “I wonder if your fingers would be just as clever, given what you do.” She finished her cigarette and stubbed it out, blowing a stream of smoke toward the ceiling. “It is a shame you’re your arms are bound behind you.” She stood and stretched and padded over to the bed. Now that the edge was off her cravings, both for sex and nicotine, she could relax and enjoy herself.

She climbed up onto the bed, and knelt next to his hip. She caressed the bruise she left there. “For now, however, you are at my mercy.”

Kathryn straddled his waist, being careful not to rub against his cock, and covered his chest with soft kisses and licks, leaving no inch of skin untouched. She took her time, laving each freckle and tugging on each little patch of hair.

Kathryn kissed her way up his neck, enjoying the way his pulse flickered under her lips. She raised the hem of the hood again slid her lips against his. When he parted his lips, she took her time, fucking his mouth slowly with her tongue. She finally broke the kiss, nibbling on his bottom lip. “Cherie, your lips are so plump and my flavor on them is delicious,” she murmured against him, before taking his mouth again.

Riche’s cock was rock-hard and he didn’t know what he’d do if she didn’t relieve the pressure. No, that wasn’t exactly true; he knew just what would happen – he’d go off like a damned teenager. Her mouth was strong and sensual, and when she took his lip between her teeth, he thought he would pass out from the pleasure. He just wished he could see her. Or use his hands.

Kathryn slid down over his cock, the head sliding along her wet slit, until she was straddling his thighs. She lowered her face to his hardness, but instead of taking his cock into her mouth, she lightly licked the underside from balls to tip; licking him with long strokes like he was an ice cream cone.

Richie moaned in need, but she wasn’t ready to give him his release yet. It would be soon, though, for her own need was starting to build again, and she would need to cum again soon. Kathryn scooted back further, so she was between his shins, and made love to Richie’s thighs, giving great sucking kisses up and down their lengths. His cock throbbed insistently against her cheek when she came to the top of his legs, and she took pity on him, finally lowering her mouth over him.

When her lips brushed his skin, it drove him mad. Unable to see, every sensor on his hyper-aware skin was firing. Her breath, whisper soft, set him on fire.

She slid her lips up just as gently, and a muffled sob escaped Richie’s lips. Kathryn stopped what she was doing and roughly licked his tip in slow, wide strokes before circling it with her wet tongue. He bucked his hips and she pulled away from him slightly. When he whimpered, Kathryn knew he had had enough teasing. She slowly drew his cock into her mouth; moaning with every inch she swallowed. His skin felt like silk against her tongue, and she couldn’t wait to feel the rough, bumpy steel hidden just underneath push into her. She held him in her mouth for a moment and drew upwards, sucking hard. Her descent this time was slower, and she didn’t stop until her nose was buried in the thick thatch of black hair at the apex of his thighs. She inhaled the musky scent of him and moaned in pleasure.

When she moaned around him, her tonsils vibrating against his length, Richie lost control, bucking his hips wildly, fucking her mouth. She let him, gripping his hips to help set the pace. They eventually found a rhythm together, and within minutes, he came in her throat. She sucked greedily, like he did for her earlier, and stopped when he started to shake. Smiling, she lay her head on his chest and waited for him to recover.

When his breathing regulated somewhat, Kathryn began stroking his chest in small circles. Her light touch had Richie squirming and jerking from side to side. Undaunted, she played her fingertips over his nipples, flicking the nail-heads with her manicured nails. Richie hissed and his head fell to one side, exposing his neck and a small slice of his chin.

Kathryn hitched herself up and held his head, grasping the hood firmly. She licked his neck, nibbling on the sweet spot behind his ear, and running her tongue along his ear. She smiled at the hole in his lobe, and fleetingly wondered what he wore there.

Pushing the hood up a little, up over his cheekbone, she continued kissing his face; across his stubbled cheek, down to his chin until he turned his head and met his mouth with hers.

“I want to touch you,” he said, when she broke the kiss.

“Ah, Richard, but tonight is not about what you want,” she answered, licking the corner of his mouth. “Tonight is about me. Perhaps we shall meet again, and you may do with me what you like, oui? But not tonight.”

Kathryn’s hand slid down the long, hard length of his chest to his cock, which was starting to stir again. She climbed back onto his thighs, still pumping him. When he was hard again, she quickly raised up and impaled herself on him, reveling in the feel of his flesh against hers.

When Richie gasped, Kathryn chuckled and raised her hips again, so he slid out. “Alas, that was all the skin-on-skin you will get tonight, cherie.” She reached under the mattress and pulled out a condom. After rolling it on slowly, Kathryn guided him home. She leaned back very slightly, and began to rock.

Richie, due to the way his legs were bound, couldn’t do much more than enjoy the sensation of this woman riding him. When he felt the tightening in his balls start, he surprised the woman riding him by levering off the bed slightly, and scooting down. He was pleased at the gasp of shock that escaped her lips. Richie was now able to bend his knees somewhat and meet her thrust for thrust, which made only increased his desire. Their bodies slapped noisily together, faster and faster as their passion climbed.

Kathryn leaned forward, trying for more pressure on her clit. She growled in frustration and jumped off Richie.

“What happened?” he said frantically wanting her riding him again.

Kathryn angrily snapped her knife open, and sliced the bonds at Richie’s feet. She grabbed his calves and demanded, “Bend your knees, Richard,” and pushed his feet up roughly, until his knees were bent up nearly to his chest. She stood with one foot on either side of his hips and braced herself on his taut calves. She lowered herself slowly, sitting on his cock, sliding down its length until her clit was rubbing in Richie’s thick pubic hair. Her knees pressed against Richie’s thighs, and she purred when he tensed against the pressure. Her arms were flexed as she used them to lever herself up and down along Richie’s engorged cock. She groaned in pleasure as each downward stroke ground her clit into the coarse hair.

Her motions increased until her feet started to tingle. She knew it would only be a matter of minutes until the hot fire of her orgasm was rushing through her. She raised herself almost to the point of disengaging, then slammed down hard, screaming as her clit slammed into Richie’s hair. She did it again, and felt Richie’s legs tighten. Three more slams, and they crested together, crying out at the same time.

Kathryn rode him a little longer, as his erection hadn’t waned yet, and a second sizzle passed through her. She shuddered and sighed, and long minutes later, gently extricating herself from him. Richie straightened out his legs and sighed himself. Kathryn rested her head on Richie’s shoulder. “You were wonderful,” she said.

He chuckled. “I didn’t do anything but lie there.”

“Which is exactly what I wanted.” She kissed his neck. “Merci, Richard.”