Washed Out Resolve

Unlike other times, she was not going to just lay back and let him ride himself dry in three minutes. She was going to use her strength to her advantage and lock him in with her hips, flip him onto his back, then control the ride so that she got off as well as she could. That meant she’d be controlling the pace, setting the rhythm. She didn’t care if he was spent and unable to think afterward, she would have gotten hers. For all the years of want, she’d finally have. Sure, they’d not been at this long, but it sure felt like eternity. She locked gazes with him and gave the best come hither look to lure him into the trap she had set.

His laugh baffled her as he hovered over the edge of the bed ready to pounce. She had mastered the come hither look. Guys at work fell for it all the time and gave her whatever advantage she wanted. The poor saps couldn’t resist. She bit her lip to seal the deal only to see him toss his head back and laugh a belly full of laughter.

What was his problem?

Alex was enjoying the switch of power. She had manipulated many men before him. She had gotten him to fork over too much with that smile and coy look. He know the playbook inside and out. Alex had been prepared. Moving in slowly, as if the plan had worked, she failed to notice the ribbons of nylon in his hands as he moved into the trap she had set.

Just as Evelyn went to close her legs about him and secure herself around his midsection, Alex moved in to secure her hands with the nylon to the waiting attachments of the bed.

The sound of a small electric motor sounded faintly below the bed and the nylon began to pull and secure her arms to the bed and slowly move her into a laying position. Oh no. Not gonna happen.

Releasing him to anchor her legs to the bottom of the bed, Evelyn struggled against the nylon, not understanding the meaning of this twist of plot. To her surprise, he ducked out of sight and secured her legs to the bed also.

Oh this was crazy talk! She was going to break free and teach him a thing or two about surprising a woman like this!

With Evelyn now laid out on the bed in a semi-spread-eagle pose, his head returned into focus with a smile on his face that she had not seen before. One suggesting he understood a secret that he wasn’t supposed to understand. One eyebrow of hers raised as the other lowered. Whatever he had planned was probably best if it wasn’t executed. She was not liking this.

Too. Late.

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Alex dropped his head between her legs and her mind exploded in majestic collisions of epic colors and sounds as his mouth found her wetness and dinned royally and copiously on her womanhood. The cool room became instantly hot as hell and the ground spun beneath her as his kissing increased in urgency. Then, time froze, life flashed, history shifted, canons pounded, and earthquakes sang tunes.

His tongue was set free and began probing and searching for the meaning of love deep inside her. His hands found a solid anchor point on her hips and held her securely in place as his deep dives and thrusts filled her with volcanic eruptions of pleasure.

All of this couldn’t be possible though, it was just his tongue drilling, probing, finding, eating, curling, pleasing. What if it had been his manhood?? What would she do? Worse, Evelyn was trying to hate herself enough for being so exploited that she’d manage to stop things. She was at her edge. He was about to hang her over. This was starting to look too much like what had happened on the honeymoon. This was not the way she wanted her heart to play, but he was so close to her g-spot though!!

The man had definitely picked up a few new tricks. He had eaten her out in the past at her insistence, but today, his passionate search for more engulfed her in mind bending highs of joy she had never known. Tears began to stream at the same velocity as her feminine flood gates flowed as Alex let lose near reckless abandon his hunger on her.

As much as she tried to thrust herself up at him, Alex pushed back with intense penetration of her and in between strokes and dives, he found time to savor and embrace her clitoris in manners too intense for words to describe.

It was not long before her body was convulsing in waves of pleasure that was interrupted by yelps and screams of delight as she found emotions for this man she had long forgotten and suppressed. This could not be real. This couldn’t be true.

Each attempts to sit up and verify this was true was arrested by the nylon around her extremities. Furthermore, each time the nylon arrested her, she felt a wash of a different type of pleasure that further aggravated the heightening of her body’s temperature.

When Alex finally came up for air, he felt like his message had been received but not fully understood. That didn’t surprise him one bit. All that intense pleasure was not making it easy for her to fully appreciate what was happening. She too needed a break. After all, she wasn’t accustomed to having five massive orgasms split by smaller ones. Alex moved to plan B so that her mind had a chance to recover and process things. After all, he needed her fully clear and present when he finally descended on her in earnest.