Pushing Limits (16 page)

The elevator doors open, and he releases me.  My head swims from his
kiss, and my body tingles with a promise of things to come.   Taking
my hand in his, his long legs take quick extended strides as my legs wobble
underneath me.  Unlocking the door, I say a silent prayer. 
Please
let Sally be out.  Please let her be out.
  I open the door. 
She’s not here!
  He scoops me up in his strong arms.  I giggle
as he shuts the door with his boot.  Leering at me, his eyes glide over my
body, his long legs closing the distance to the bed in moments. 

Tossing me onto the bed, he looks down at me with depraved regard. 
His blue eyes blacken as they roam over my body, enticing me to get out of
these clothes…
now
.  I pull my t-shirt over my head.  I rip my
boots off.  Yanking off each of my socks, I toss them to the ground. 
I slither out my jeans.  My eyes rise.  “Why are you still dressed?”

“Just enjoying the show, darlin’.”  An impure smile tugs at his
lips.  His husky voice sends chills up my spine as he asks, “Do you want
your present now?” 

“You’re the only present I need.” I bite my lower lip as my eyes meet
his.   

“Always in such a rush.”  He shakes his head.  “Darlin’, you
need to learn to take your time.”  His voice flattens as he says, “Get
naked.”

My breath hitches. 
I love it when he orders me to do shit. 
Damn, it’s erotic
.  My mouth goes dry as I squirm out of my panties
and fling my bra to the floor. 

He crosses the room to his bag and pulls out something, sliding it behind
his back.  As he walks over to join me, his elegant stride is gradual and
measured.  “Sit up.”

I do as I’m told.  Leaning back on my hands, waiting, wondering what
he has behind his back, the anticipation is killing me.  He kneels behind
me on the bed and slips a black silk scarf around my eyes, tightening it around
my head, blinding me to everything.  He whispers in my ear, his voice soft
and sinful.  “You’ll be surprised how everything feels when you can’t see,
darlin’.”  His hot breath caresses my ear.  “Now listen to my
voice…Undress me.”

“But I can’t see you.”  My voice is husky, and I realize I’m already
getting turned on.

“It’s more fun this way.  Trust me.   Let your other
senses guide you.”  I hear his voice in front of me now.

Reaching out to him, my hand makes contact with his t-shirt.  The
material whispers soft and velvety touches against my fingers.   I
can feel the hardness of his chest underneath.  Gliding my hands down,
they pass the end of his shirt and rub the rough material of his jeans. 
Pulling up on the t-shirt, I strain for enough height to pull it off.  It
slips away from its obstacle and falls into my hands.  I drop it and reach
again, my fingers make contact with his rigged abs, and I graze my palms down,
stopping when they touch the tops of his jeans.  I slide my finger along
the top, licking my lips, remembering his response last time and hoping for a
repeat.  A hitch of his breath is my reward, and my lips curl up with
delight. 
Hmmm, he likes that
.  I find the button of his
jeans, and it feels cool and hard.  I pop it open, moving the zipper down
one tooth at a time, feeling his erection strain against his zipper. 
Circling my hands to the back, I pull down on his jeans and discover he’s gone
full commando. 
I have not spent nearly enough time fondling this ass.
 

I wrap my arms around him to run my hands over two splendid rock hard
cheeks.  Kneading the orbs as my tongue glides over his abs, breathing in
the mix of hay, fresh linen, and a spring breeze.  Grazing his stomach
with tiny kisses, the taste of his skin is a hint on my lips.  His
erection nestles between my breasts, nudging me in an attempt to get my
attention.  The heady mix of the heat of his skin, the taste of him, the
feel of his skin on my lips sends a charge through me.  

Damn, he tastes so good.  I could lick every inch of him. 
The way his skin feels against my tongue is delicious.  Some parts smooth,
others not. 

His hungry voice breaks through my thoughts, “Your lips are so hot. 
Those kisses feel like bites of fire.” My breath hitches from his words, from
his tone. 

The bed creaks, and I feel his weight next to me.  The darkness
forces my other senses to take over.  I place my hand in front of me,
running my fingers over hard, firm legs and knees.  The touch from my hand
leaves me wanting more.  My lips flutter over his legs as the soft hair
tickles my skin.  I circle behind him and run my hands over his back and
around to his front, my nipples graze against his back, sending a surge to my
clit as I use my mouth to explore his body.   I lick tiny kisses over
his shoulder and end with a quick bite.   I hear a sharp intake of
air.
 I love that sound. 
My mouth spreads into an evil grin.

Moving down to his arms, I kiss his bicep, and nibble.  My lips
crawl through crevices and ripples, moving over his body in a leisurely stroll
of touches and tastes.  I find his neck. 
Shit his neck. I could
live here.
  Nestled in the crux of his neck, I breathe in his
scent.  Kissing his warm skin, the taste of him intoxicates me.  His
soft moans and the sudden feel of his hand in my hair makes me wet.  I
nuzzle into that sweet spot, kissing and licking as the silk of the blindfold caresses
my skin.  The darkness shuts everything out but him. 
God, he
tastes so good.
  Feeling his short beard with my hand, I slide my
fingers through it, feeling the softness, like a cuddly bear.  I bite the
crux of his neck and that garners a growl.  Lowering my voice, I ask, “Do
you like that?”

“Too much.” He says through gritted teeth. 

I bite the other side, licking the assaulted spot, and blowing hot breath
against his skin. 

“Darlin’, if you keep doin’ that,” he warns, “I won’t be able to sit still
any longer.”

Hmmm, really?  If I bite him again will he jump me?  Better
not…he’ll probably tie me down and I won’t be able to use my hands…it’s
tempting though
. 

I kiss and lick my way up to his ear.  Whispering against his ear, I
ask, “Do you like it when I kiss you here?”   My nipples pebble
against his back, shooting heat to every part of my body, teasing him.

“Yes.”  His growl is low in his throat now and my nubs harden
more. 

The unforgiving darkness behind the blindfold intensifies his
moans.  I can hear the hitch of his breath, feel the pumping of his heart
against my chest, and I drown in the sensations.  I lick his earlobe and
whisper, “Do you like it when I bite it?”

“Yes.” He grinds the word out.  The word sends pulses straight to my
clit.  The tiny bundle of nerves throbs as blood rushes and pulses through
it.

I nibble his earlobe and whisper into his ear with my hot breath. 
“Do you want me to suck your cock, baby?”

“Ok, that’s it,” he says, his voice low and rough.  My hands are
flung above my head, taking my breath away.  Silk slides around my wrists,
I can’t move my arms.  His hands are on me, hungry, running over my
breasts, palming, kneading.  “Let’s see how well you do when someone
tortures you, little girl.”  The low rumble of his voice sends chills up
my back, the words sensually caress my skin. 

I expect a full assault, his weight on me, hands rough and
demanding.  Nothing.  For a few minutes, there is only the sound of
his breath and the pumping of my heart. 

His touch is feather light as the tips of his fingers glide over my
nipples, my stomach, stopping at the top of my cleft.  His kisses are
light and jump from my arms to my legs, back to my neck, and down to my
thigh.  He’s everywhere and then gone.  It’s fucking maddening. 

His mouth slants on mine and I push against him with my body, desperate
to create friction to spur an attack.  My legs tangle with his as I grind
my pelvis against him.  The need pulses in my pussy, a tormenting hollow
ache. 

I melt into him as he kisses me.  His tongue explores mine, and his
lips brush kisses up my neck, between my tits, down my stomach. 
Hot.  Wet.  My back arches trying to entice him to do more, to settle
between my legs.  I crave his touch.  Ignoring my body’s demands, he
kisses my hips and knees, delicious tiny licks, teasing me. 
Bastard
.

 The agonizing ache burns through me.  My skin heats with every
kiss, every lick.  “Tommy, please,” I plead. 

“Sit still.  I am going to have you
beggin
’
a lot harder than that soon enough.”

“Don’t’ you want to taste me?  I’m so wet.  Please?”

“No.”  His resounding voice agitates my pussy.  It begs for his
attention.  I squirm and wiggle hoping to create some friction.  “Sit
still for me, darlin’.  I’m not above anchoring your legs to your elbows. 
I’ll spread your pussy wide open, so I can play, and you won’t be able to move
a muscle.”  His sexy baritone slides over me like a shiver on my spine.

My mind draws the picture and when it does, I murmur, “Fuck, that’s so
hot.” 

“Oh, darlin’, don’t tempt me.”  His hands move over my tits, and
they’re gone.  His finger brushes over my areola, with the lightest of
touches.  Something cold touches my nipple, and his warm lips encase
it.  The groan is out before I realize it. 
Fuck, what is that?
 
I push my nipple up higher.  More cold and wetness.  His tongue
circles around my nipple, forcing it to pucker in anger.  His lips are
gone and I whimper at the loss.  Cold, wet, followed by heat on the other
side. 

My back arches, begging for a reprieve.  “Tommy please.  Bite
it.  Please.”

“Would you like that, darlin’?”  His voice darkens, sinister and
harsh.

“God, you’re driving me crazy.  Bite it.  Do you like hearing
me say it?  That I need you to suck my nipples, to bite them?  It
makes me so hot, so wet.  Please, baby.”

“Your nipples are such a pretty shade of pink.  Let’s see if I can
redden them up a bit.”  His tone is low and menacing, and I arch my back
in a silent plea.  A swift lick and he sucks it to the roof of his mouth,
and finally…the bite.  My back arches as I scream out.  He leaves me
hovering as he continues using his mouth on the other side.  I can’t get
enough air, my mouth is gaping.  It’s too much and it’s not enough. 
My head twists back and forth.  My nipples are pulsing, but I don’t want
him to stop.

“Baby, please.  I can’t take any more.”  My voice doesn’t sound
like my own.  “Put your hands on me, anything.  Fuck, I need you
inside me.”

There’s a quiet in the room.  Darkness.  No touch, no breath,
no lips.  I feel his weight next to me.  I know he’s not gone but
he’s too still.  I strain against my restraints, pulling my hands and
arching my back, trying to lean into him.   His weight shifts on the
bed and the mattress rocks as he moves lower.  Two fingers enter me and I
sigh as heated longing envelopes me. 
Fuck, it’s so intense.  All
I feel is his fingers inside me. 
I spread my legs and rock my hips
forcing him to move them in and out.  The fullness is exquisite.  I
try to move my pussy against his palm, but it’s out of reach.  The slight
friction builds my need.  Curling his fingers inside me, he rubs my
special spot, and I come undone.  “My God, it feels so good.”  I moan
as those two fingers drive me up and up.  Arching my back, I push my ribs
up and stretch my legs, pointing my toes, languishing in the feeling.  “My
God, please don’t stop.”  I breathe out in a whisper.  I’m rewarded
with another finger and the fullness stretches me, and it feels fucking
fantastic.

“Taste me.  Touch my clit.” My voice aching in a long desperate
plea.  “I’m so close.”

“Uh, uh,” he whispers in my ear.  His voice is a vicious taunt,
pulling my nerves tight.

He continues pumping his fingers into me, curling them and tapping the
spot.  Harder.  Faster.  I pull my legs up in a moment of
inspiration and start to buck my hips harder against his hand.  His hand
is gone, and his voice rumbles.  “Legs down, or we’ll do some calf roping,
darlin’.”

My heart stops.  I lower my legs. 
Fuck, I’m so close
. 
My skin prickles, and I lick my lips.  “Please, baby.  I need you
inside me.”

“You are not playin’ fair, darlin.”  He sighs.  “But, this is
too much fun.  Your face has a nice pink glow to it.”  His voice is
reverent as he whispers, “It’s beautiful, simply beautiful.”

He increases his torture by kissing me down my thigh, still moving in and
out, slowing to a steady pace, keeping me hovering there.  I spread my
legs wider, hoping to invite him to put his mouth between my thighs.  My
breathing echoes in my ears.   The air moves in and out of my lungs,
the cool air hisses through my lips.    I feel his lips inch
closer to my apex and move away. 
Geez, I can’t do this much longer.

“Baby, please.  I need to feel your mouth.”

His fingers are gone.  I whimper, and his gentle assault
begins.  His tongue slides unhurried down my labia.  Venturing
inside, I sigh as his talented tongue goes to work, licking my juices.  He
does that thing I love, sucking my clit into his mouth, softly nibbling it and
moving the hood with his tongue. 
My God, it feels so amazing
. 
I hear my breath coming quicker, and it sounds like someone else.  
His torment lifts me higher up a cliff, edging me over, threatening to crash me
to the ground below.  “Oh, baby, fuck!”  His tongue flicks my clit in
hard quick juts, pushing me over.  “God, where did you learn that? 
Shit!”  My back arches, and I thrash against his mouth, exploding into
tiny pieces.  My world shrinks to a bubble where the only things I feel
are the pulses of my walls and the ringing in my ears. 

He licks my clit with tiny strokes of his tongue, hoping to entice
another orgasm out of me, too soon after the last.  I push away, pumping
my legs, turning my hips, trying to get away. 
I can’t take any
more.  It’s too much
.  Hands clamp down on my thighs, holding me
still.   I hear a soft hum and a low rumbling on the bed.  The
vibrations pulse on each side of my clit. 
Both sides
?  It’s
fucking wonderful.  Such a strange sensation, vibrating fingers pinching
the sides of my clit.  My body protests at first, I’m soaring, sent into
orbit again.  Higher, higher, higher.  I scream, “No, no, no, please,
baby, I can’t take it.”