31 A Present

Lance moves over my body, spreading my legs with a knee before he breaks our kiss. He sits back up on his legs, running his eyes over my body, appreciating the view.

"May I pleasure you now, Mistress? May I show you the depth of my gratitude?" He takes his hands and runs them down my sides, lifting my ass up by my hips and pulls me onto his knees. His cock grazes my entrance but he does not move to fill me with it.

"Yes, you may." I chuckle, putting my hands behind my head like I was relaxing on a lounge chair.

"Oh...Lirael.." He moans out humorously, his thumb beginning to start making slow circles around my clit.

My breath hitches, but I lick my lips before biting my bottom one as I watch him focus on my pussy. He slides his cock against my entrance teasing me with it. He pauses for a second and looks around and spots the lube on the bed.

Grabbing it, he applies it heavily, all over my clit and pussy. He begins to rub my clit again, making me close my eyes in ecstasy as his cock gently plays with my entrance. He pushes forward into me, making me gasp and moan, but quickly pulls himself back out.

" Lance...." I whine, knowing he's just getting started. One hand runs over my stomach, fondling my breasts and tweaking my nipples. My eyes flutter open, only to close tightly as I groan, rocking my hips as he slides his cock back into me.

My hands fall to my sides, cupping my breasts, playing with them as he slides his cock in and out of me, making me moan in delight.

I give him a veiled stare through my lashes, propping myself up on my elbows, to get a better view of his cock filling me up.

"Fuck, Lance... That looks so good...." I gasp watching his cock move inside of me. "And it feels fucking amazing!" My head falls back as another stroke elicits a deep, consuming moan from my lips.

"I feel the same way." He pants, struggling to refrain from losing control and taking me like the beast I know he's tempted to be.

Like the beast who tried to come out and fuck me last weekend after his uncles visit.

I roll my hips, rocking myself in time with his strokes, gaining both of our groans as encouragement.

Lance grips my hips, holding them still, "Stay still for a moment." He pants staring at me like he's in pain.

I grin up at him and roll my hips anyways, making him shudder and growl at me. I do it again only for him to pull out of me and groan his cock squirting his cum all over my stomach.

"Oh..." I murmur in admiration. "A present for me?" I joke.

He laughs, "It is good for your skin you know." He shudders as his cock finishes spitting out his load. He moves back from me saying he'll be right back. He comes back with a warm wet towel, cleaning himself off of my stomach.

"Sorry, I tried to warn you." He apologizes and I see the red tips of his ears starting.

"I knew what I was doing. I find it oddly satisfying making you cum, even if it's not to achieve my own orgasm." I shrug, smiling as he makes sure that everything is out of my belly button. I hope that helps him, I know all men feel inadequate when they cum to quickly, even though it's not a big deal as long as they make up for it, which Lance does. That's one of the reasons I don't mind, the other is I love watching his face as he cums.

"You mean to tell me you didn't enjoy anything like that with any of your past subs?" He asks, tossing the towel towards the hamper by the closest and making it.

"Not the men. I have with women, it's always been different for me with women though. I feel more comfortable giving without needing a return in that aspect." I shrug, not thinking much more about it.

"Do you prefer men or women?" Lance lays back on his side, caressing my stomach in slow circles.

"You know..." I turn on my side to look at him better as we talk, "I have not really thought about it. If I compare the numbers, one would think I prefer men, but I only think that's because of the lack of options. Not every woman cares for a domme who loves impact play and has as much baggage as I do.." I comment, my eyes not focusing on his face.

"We all have baggage, Lirael. Not everyone cares to look past it, but there are those of us who do..." Lance's hands move up to push a lock of hair back behind my ear.

I scoff, "Well I guess I am just that unlucky, because anyone I have ever opened to about it, left." I cover my hurt with a mask of indifference.

Lance sighs, moving his hands back down to my waist. "Not everybody knows a treasure when they see it. People go into antique stores all the time wanting a unique, vintage item. They walk by amazing pieces all the time, to go pick out the cheaply, recently made item, that only looks good and won't last. They do not realize the piece they sneered at, only needed some cleaning and care to make it shine again. Then they would have had something that could have lasted them a lifetime or more."

"Are you calling me old and dirty?" I ask him, trying to keep a straight face as my nose twitches and my lips start to curl up in a grin.

Lance sees the sparkle in my eyes and with a throaty laugh he pulls my hips closer to him.

"Old?! Never! " He leans closer to my lips, "Dirty, however..."

I gasp and he grins at my shocked and appalled expression.

"well a little dirt never hurt anyone." He chuckles and moves over me, lowering his lips to mine in the process.

We grind our bodies against one another, our lips only parting to take a breath and deepen our kiss. Groans start leaving each of us as we grow with our salacious needs.

And I need him again.

The way he firmly caresses my skin, pulling me closer, making it hard to focus on anything other than what he's doing at this moment.

My head begins to spin, my heart is racing, I can't get enough air. I push him back from me, gasping for air.

He looks down at me panting, a confused look in his eyes.

I flip us, so I'm on top, and go back in for those lips. I break our kiss, sending my lips, tongue, hands, all on a pursuance of mutual pleasure.

Why can I not control myself with him? I want to taste it all, feel it all. I need to hear his sounds, feel his cock in me.

I growl in delight when my pleasure trail takes my mouth down to his cock. I wrap my lips around it, letting my tongue curl under the base of his head, flicking the sensitive area.

His gasping intake of breath has me grinning, even with my mouth full of cock. I begin to bob my head, sucking and licking his length. Fueled by his gasps, inspired by his moans, I fuck his cock with my mouth.

I gag, but take a breath and continue, determined to drive him wild like when he eats my pussy.

"Lirael...?" His delirious and unspoken question has me rising from his cock. I run my tongue over my lips, running my gaze up to his face that looks at me, desire so high in his eyes, that it's painful.

"Do you want this pussy on your cock?" I ask him, climbing up over his body to straddle him.

He nods, our lips finding each others in a crazed frenzy before I quickly pull back, holding my self over him.

"Tell me what you want..." I demand, teasing his lips with mine, a mere inch away from his own.

He pants, "You, I want you. Please, Lirael..?" He grabs ahold of my hips and I smugly smile, sitting up and position my body over his cock.

"Since you asked so nicely..." I purr as I slide down on his cocks head, twisting my hips side to side, I stay right on his tip.

Groaning, Lance thrusts up, but I knew better.

"No...no... no... You were not specific..." I chastise, bringing my body up so he can't thrust into me.

"Lirael..." Lance scoffs in amused frustration, " PLEASE sit on my cock and ride me! Or let me give you the pleasure and attention you deserve." His words grow quiet with the last sentence and I smirk, sitting back on his cock.

"Or?!" I say it jokingly, "What if I want you to do both? Enjoy me riding your cock and you pleasuring me with your attention? Hmm?" I grip his pectorals, my nails digging in as I used them to anchor me as I rode him.

"Then all you have to do is say the word." Lance's eyes are rolling in the back of his head as he tries to focus on me.

I can feel my walls clinging to his cock, making it fulfill my needs.

I give his face a light slap and grip his chin, "Focus...." I remind him before biting his bottom lip and sucking on it.

He grips my hips, holding me on him as he flips us over to where he's now on top.

"Sorry, it's hard to focus when you're riding me." He shakes his head and leans back to position himself better. He seems to get a better idea and pulls out of me, putting me on my side and lifting my leg up and out.

"Ooohhhh.... " I moan as his cock slides back in. This is one of my favorite positions, but few can do it right. With each thrust of his hips though, I know I am in heaven.

Little rapid burst of bliss are being ignited as his cock hits my spot inside of me, making me cry out.

"Fuck yes! Oh yes...Lance fuck that pussy!" I whimper and whine like a needy whore as he picks up the speed.

I'm lost in my oncoming orgasm, one that he's working up to be explosive.

A click of a bottle top enters my ears, followed by cool lubricant being rubbed against my asshole.

My eyes snap open and he starts to slow down.

What is he thinking?