Between Breaths

for those who follow the blog closely, you already read about what happened once they got to the hotel room. Here’s the link in cased you ‘missed’ it. Let’s continue then from where things last got heated

Betsy was not sure what to make of this epic moment that had just made her glisten with joy. Not only was Jerry a new man, but his tongue seemed to have no need to rest. He had been eating her out for what felt like an eternity measured in many orgasms. She was nearly all spent.

Maybe this is why Jerry was calling himself Sir Jetset. He had been effective, efficient, and just fast enough to have her exhausted with pleasure. As she recovered, she wondered if he wanted her to return the favor. There was no way she was going to blow him this good. The man had set the bar wickedly high and their vacation was just getting started. Good thing for the A/C in the car for sure.

As Betsy propped herself on her elbows to see where Jerry had disappeared to, she half assumed that he went to the bathroom to refresh himself. He still had not done his walk about the place to scope out all the exit points. She would need a long cold shower to cool off enough to be coherent outside the room.

Jerry picked out one of the many tools he had packed for the trip. Those had been shipped ahead of time so he wouldn’t have to explain to TSA what those items were. This was the leather straps that would secure Betsy to the bed. He knew her eyes would nearly pop out of her skull when she was introduced to them, which is why he also grabbed his velvet blindfold for her.

The way Jerry entered so swiftly into the room nearly caught Betsy off-guard… much like the kiss had. He was carrying what looked like a sleeping mask. Whatever was behind his back must be a nice surprise then. Jerry ordered her to blindfold herself. Something in her bristled. He never ordered her about and she wasn’t sure why part of her responded very positively to that, as no guy was allowed to ever boss her around.

With the blindfold in place, she listened intently trying to figure out what gift he was going to spring on. She had once guessed what he had in mind and reveled in his puzzlement. This time, the room was a bit too quiet. There was some sound that could have passed for a buckle being set. However, not much gave her any indications.

Jerry smiled as he watched his wife trying to figure out his next move. She was still breathing a bit deeply from the first round of pleasure he had in mind.

Betsy was completely at a loss of words to explain how she felt about his hands taking her top off with great authority and strength. What feeble protest she mounted was easily overcomed as he secured her quickly to the bed. The feel of leather around her writs and ankles was turning her on in a way she was not prepared for. The leather strap around her mid section was totally unexpected as well

She tried to get him to speak and tip her off, but he moved silently about and was setting up something. She held her breath as she heard him stand totally still at the foot of the bed. What was he up to? Was he going to feast on her or ride her? Betsy didn’t know and the waiting was ratcheting up her senses exponentially high.

Just when she couldn’t take the suspense anymore, he moved over and placed a gag over her mouth. Her eyebrows furrowed deeply. What was going on? What was he doing? What was about to happen?

His voice quietly and evenly filled her ear with reassurance as he explained what was changing in their relationship. She had the option to stop everything in that moment or trust him to deliver something extra sweet. She decided to trust, she had no reason to believe the worse. Jerry was always a very considerate gentleman.

Once her consent was made known with the nodding of her head, Jerry pulled away. He had his wand ready. He was going to elevate her arousal just right before he took everything that was his to take. But first, he had to readjust her position.

Re-securing her ankles close to her rear-end, she was fully on display. Just the way he needed her to be for the grand finale.

Betsy heard the buzz of what she assumed was a vibe. She heart leapt up to her throat. She knew what her own vibe could do. What would he do with his?

Time and space separated as he transfixed her to the third heaven as he edged her for an infinite amount of time. She could not move. She was very secured to the bed. He was moving her about the time space continuum with ease as a conductor moves his orchestra to move the audience.

Just when she could not take any more edging, she pleaded through the gap for a break only to be rewarded with his manhood filling her womanhood with the perfect mount. She wanted him ever so badly. She needed to feel his presence dominate her even while part of her cursed her for thinking such madness.

Jerry began his taking of his territory as her walls pulsated and welcomed him in. She gave all she could as he took everything that was his. Right before she climaxed, his hand found her neck and her brain squeezed every resources into tightening her walls in eager reception of his manliness.

Betsy and Jerry both climaxed in unison like two supernovas colliding in a spectacular cosmic fireworks display for all celestial beings to savor

The fine line of dominance was crossed. She has his. He owned every inch of her joy. This was now a new type of relationship. There was no going back.