“Look at me,” I ordered again, softly patting my lap to draw her near.
While I hoped for instant obedience, instead she countered my command with a lingering gaze over her shoulder and into the watching balcony. At first content to give her a moment, eventually I recaptured her focus by loudly clearing my throat. Her stare returned to me with twice its original intensity as she threw one long leg to each side and pressed her body tightly to mine, never so much as blinking while she lowered herself onto me.
A single rock of her hips left me straining against the tightness of her lower belly, starved for penetration. With one arm wrapped around her waist, I tugged back on the chains, exposing her chest to the mercy of my lips and tongue. This time, however, her resistance did not fade so readily. As I circled inward to the center of one breast and sank my teeth into her skin, she bit into her own bottom lip with equal force and raised herself slightly. Feeling out my position between her thighs without awaiting my next command, she paralyzed my senses with a brutal impalement onto every last inch, piercing the dormant air with her scream.
“You will still help me?” she whispered in my ear before taking a bite of my neck and thrashing her head wildly.
I wrapped my arms beneath hers, dug my fingers into the backs of her shoulders and pulled her in tight, thrusting my hips upward to regain the upper hand. As her body recoiled from the punishing blow, I kissed a trail up her neck and spoke a hushed response into the underside of her chin. “Just tell me what I can do.”
“Shoot,” she whispered, flicking her tongue across my lips and deepening the arch of her back. Almost serpentine, each gyration began in her shoulders and snaked down her back in a rolling wave that ended with a suffocating internal squeeze and pre-orgasmic gasp.
“Don’t worry, honey. That’s coming soon enough.”