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She looked up into his face, her hand still stroking him slowly, gently, taking her time. "Thank you Master, my life is but to serve you Sir". She smiled softly, swirling her tongue around him in slow circles. She did not wait for his reply, her free hand going to his arm, feeling the muscles move beneath his skin as he teased her nipple into erectness. Gradually her grip on his manhood tightened, just a little bit, and she let her lower lip rest just below the ridge of the head of his cock. As her hand moved down again she leant forward, wrapping her lips around him, sealing them with his head caught between. The warmth of her mouth enveloped him and she moaned in satisfaction, pressing the flat of her tongue against him before licking at him, tasting him, and teasing him deftly.

This time a definite groan escaped his lips and his hips lifted from the chair slightly under the ministrations of her lips and tongue. At her breast, his hand continued to knead, a bit more forcefully now. Not painfully, but in testament to his rising passion

She pressed her breast further into his palm, groaning into his flesh as her passions rose in reaction to his. Pleasing him was arousing her, and his fingers on her breast were compounding that. Slowly, bit by bit she took his entire cock into her mouth, following her hand down until she had all of him surrounded by her mouth, then moving back up again. Her fingers glided easily over his now wet flesh, slick and frictionless. Reaching the end of his shaft once more she twirled her tongue around the edges of him, never letting him out of the pleasurable prison of her lips. As her hand stroked down her grip tightened yet again, her lips following it, only this time, this time they too were applying pressure as she started to suck at him lightly

As her moan reached his ears, a slight smile came to his lips. It had been far too long since he had heard her do that...he would have to cut his trips shorter next time. As the pleasure of her mouth upon him grew, his breathing grew deeper. He knew he could never last as long as he wished when she did this to him. She was simply too good, and he did want her, but not like this. "Touch yourself love". It was a hoarse groan upon his lips, even he recognized it as such. God, it had been too long.

She smiled into him, not breaking her rhythm. The hand from his arm slowly slipping down to obey him, delving into the satin of her panties. Her grip on his manhood tightened once more as yet again she stroked him, following it with her lips, sucking harder this time. Her breath started to come in gasps as her fingers upon herself stirred her passions to even greater heights and she groaned again. Harder she sucked on him, the grip of her hand even stronger...moving faster over him, up and down him, lips and fingers. Gods she had missed him, perhaps if she showed him how much, he would not leave again so soon. God how she wanted him now...inside her, completing her. As her mind whirled, her fingers grew slick with her juices and she paused for a moment, risking his reprimand to lift her fingers to his dry lips.

Taking her hand in his own, he drew her fingers into his lips, his tongue working around them, as he tasted her arousal. Had she been this sweet when he had left? He didn't know the answers to such things, but he did understand that she had brought him close. The length of his manhood throbbed in tune to the beating of his heart, and he ached to be sheathed in tight wetness. The feel of her around, moving against him, her breasts against his chest. "Come up to me...." It was a hissed command, as he pulled her up, to him, to force her to straddle him in the chair.

Releasing his manhood from her lips reluctantly, she slid the length of her body up his, hot and soft and very willing. Rising to stand before him on trembling legs she hooked her fingers in the waistband of her panties, looking into his eyes for a sign of approval before daring to take them off.

He nodded once to her, his eyes locked with hers. He wanted nothing between them.

Slipping them off swiftly she moved to straddle him in the chair, her legs on either side of him as she sat on her knees above him. Her hair fell around them, creating a semi-permeable curtain blocking out the real world as she crushes her lips against his. Kissing him hungrily, her nails dug into his shoulders as she felt the hardness of his manhood teasing her slick opening. "All I would have to do is lower myself just a little bit..." the thought echoed in her mind...but she refused to act on it. He was her Master, he would set the pace, not her, he would tell her when she would be permitted to feel him inside her.

His lips pressed hard back to hers, a long, hungry kiss; as if to make up for too much lost time. But a kiss alone would not be near enough after so very long. Groaning, his hands came to rest upon her hips, his fingers digging in there, as he lowered his mouth to her skin. Kissing eagerly down the swell of one breast, before moving to take one, hard, flushed nipple between his lips.

She arched her back, pressing her nipple into his mouth, letting her head fall back, her hair tickling his thighs. All the weight from her upper body rested in his hands as she tilted her hips, letting the head of his manhood rest at her wet opening. Yes...this is what she needed...this man, his lips, his fingers...his sex.... A deep groan rumbled from her throat as his teeth grazed her nipple "yes".

Breathing deeply of her scent, the smell of her skin, her hair, her sex, saturating his very being, his tongue began to trace softly at the soft hotness held so delicately between his lips. He was hungry for her, that much she knew, and somehow she could understand he needed to complete their union as much as she.

"Please…" her voice is gruff, heavy with passion. Her thighs tremble with the effort, the self-control she is exerting not to press down, to feel him stretch and fill her. "Please Master, I need you." Lifting pleading eyes to his, she quivered in anticipation as finally he nodded his permission. Sitting herself almost completely upright again, she pressed down against him, calling his name in a choked gasp as the searing stretching pleasurable pain of him filling her in one stroke filled her being.

A long, drawn out groan escaped his lips into her breast as she hilted him inside her tightness; and he could not help but bring his hips up to meet her. With another moan of passion into her flesh, this one half growl, his palms slid from her hips. Down they traveled along the sweep of her skin, to cup the soft flesh of her bottom, and draw her down even tighter against him. Wanting to have every last bit of himself inside her, needing to feel her heat and wetness at the very base of his being.

She groaned as his fingers pressed into the soft flesh of her ass, moving easily under his direction, pressing all of him inside her. Filled with him, she whipped her head forward again, tracing the line of his lips with her tongue before letting her mouth descend on his. His manhood pulsed within her, straining for release, and yet she did not move. He could feel her lips hungry moving over his with a furious passion, and yet she held back, merely kissing him while he pressed against the tight sides of her sex. Her heat surrounded him, the fit is tight...it has been to long since they did this last. Hungrily her lips moved over his, her tongue delving into his mouth, seeking out all the secret places she knew would bring him pleasure. Her fingers trickled down his chest, circling his nipples through his shirt, before pinching one softly, "Please Master, take me", she whispered in his ear.

He groaned and shook his head, dropping his lips once more to her breasts, to find their tips and, most deliberately, bite her there. A soft reprimand to her urgings, which he knew, would only heighten her passion. Digging his fingers into her skin, his lips left one stinging, little nipple and glided smoothly up her skin, kissing at her throat, up to the line of her jaw. "No love, not this time", his voice was a hoarse whisper barely loud enough to hear over her own breathing. "You take me".

She groaned as he bit her, biting her own lip to restrain some unconscious noise as he commanded her. "Yes Master...yes..." Her voice was deep with passion, more a stage whisper then anything. Rising up to her knees she shivered as she felt him ease almost all the way out of her, then tensing her inside muscles she slid back down, groaning as his hardness opens her once more. Burying her face in his throat she bit and licked at him as she moved upon him, up and down...slowly at first, like her hand, her lips...but swiftly gaining momentum.

Groaning, he turned his face into her hair, inhaling deeply of it. Closing his eyes as he felt the softness of it brushing his face. Combined with the tightness of her around him, the soft slide of her sheath over him again and again, a velvet glove torturing him so cruelly, it was almost too much to bear. But, through gritted teeth he managed to hold back. Not wanting to fill her yet, not wanting this pleasure to end, but to go on and on until he simply melted into her being.

Her body quivered, each muscle straining toward completion, yet her mind held her back...no, not yet.... the exquisite torture she was putting them both was driving rational thought from her head, but she must not finish before she got permission. That thought echoed in her mind as his fingers pressed against her, it repeated itself like a mantra as she choked back a scream for the pure pleasure of being with him again.....Then he groaned out a simple command "Come for me", and her world imploded. All she knew was him, him sliding inside her, his warmth around her, his lips on her skin. His name on her lips as she threw back her head. The torture must end...she needed him to fill her. Riding him fast and hard, her nails digging into his shoulders, scraping down his chest she called his name, a hoarse scream muffled by his throat as she buried her face in him. Letting the first wave of pleasure wash over her. She tightened around him in ecstasy.

Feeling her tighten against him, her lips and tongue arousing stimulating sensations as they move over his throat...he got lost in her. As she called his name he grabbed her hips, pulling her down hard onto him one last time before he felt a familiar tightening. Gods...yes, this was why he came back.... Groaning out her name he tangled his hand in her mane of hair, jerking it back and devouring her throat as he filled her, cumming with her. Her voice was no longer muffled as he tore her face from his throat, and his name echoed around the room, inside his mind as she calls out again and again, before collapsing against him, spent.