Narrowing my eyes as I thought, I finally smiled. “Mickey.”
Tristan looked at me like I was crazy. “Mickey? As in Mickey Mouse?”
Nodding my head I said, “Yeah. Mickey.”
“Mickey?”
Giggling, I said, “Yes, Tristan. Mickey!”
“Okay, but after tonight you may never look at Mickey Mouse the same.”
Laughing, I fell back onto the bed and got ready for the night of my life.
“Get on your knees, Ryn. I’m taking you from behind, baby.”
Moving quickly, I did as he said. The feel of the satin sheets on my body was sensual. Tristan positioned himself from behind me as he placed his fingers inside me and began priming me for his dick. Pulling his fingers out, he pushed a finger into my ass, pulling a long deep moan from my throat. It felt like heaven and I couldn’t wait to explore more with that.
Pushing into me hard and fast, Tristan gave me exactly what I asked for. A good, hard and fast fucking. The moment my orgasm started coming down, Tristan pulled out of me and lifted me off the bed. Carrying me over to the sex swing, he put me into it. Restraining my arms and then legs, I felt exposed to him like never before. Dropping down he buried his face between my legs. Pulling onto the restraints, I moaned with delight, the need to touch him, fueling on my buildup.
“Jesus!” I screamed out. Tristan kept building up my orgasm and then pulling back. “I need to come, Tristan. Please!” I begged. Grabbing onto the swing, he positioned himself and pushed into me. The feel of his dick filling my body would always make my body quiver with desire.
“Yes, finally.”
Tristan began fucking me again, and the orgasm didn’t take long at all. My body was beginning to feel the effects of all the sex, the unbelievable orgasms, and the energy it took to keep up with Tristan.
Moving me to the St. Andrews cross, he told me to hold onto the shackles. He didn’t cuff me and I was thankful. Lifting me up, he said, “Hold yourself up, Ryn.”
Swallowing hard, I was unsure if I had the strength. “I want to take your pussy with my mouth again.”
I had the strength.
Lifting myself up, I held on while Tristan held me up by my ass. He sucked and licked me to two more mind-blowing orgasms and then brought me down and onto his hard, thick dick. Once he was full in, I dropped my head back and let out a moan.
“I’m gonna fuck you until I come. Don’t come, Ryn.”
Snapping my head forward, my breathing heavy, I asked, “What? How do I not make myself come?”
Pulling his dick out, he pushed so hard into me I slammed into the back of the cross.
“Don’t. Come.”
Tristan began to thrust, in and out, faster and harder as my arms began to shake from trying to hold myself up. The buildup started in my toes.
Oh shit! Oh no. I’m going to come.
“Tristan, please!” I begged as I fought to keep my orgasm at bay.
“Don’t come, Ryn. I’m not done with you.”
Biting onto my lower lip hard, I began to taste the blood. I wasn’t sure how much longer I could hold it off.
Tristan pulled out and slammed back into me as he let out a moan. “Fuuck yes, baby come now. Ryn, come.”
And like that, I came. Hard. The most mind-blowing orgasm I’d ever had. I was pretty sure I blacked out for a few seconds.
My breathing had never been so labored. My body so spent. Tristan had given every single inch of my body attention with both his hands and his tongue. I didn’t realize I could have so many orgasms.
Now we were on something that I knew I was going to love. The chair was curved in a way that you could have sex in any position. I was for sure going to look into yoga first thing tomorrow.
Tristan had me lay on my side as he straddled the chair. Lifting my leg he put it against his chest as I felt the pull of muscles I hadn’t used in a long time. Looking at me, Tristan let out a low growl from the back of his throat.
“Your pussy looks so good, Ryn. You’re mine. You’ll only ever be mine.”
Panting, I answered, “Yes!”
I needed him. I needed to feel him filling my body. I was beginning to feel desperate. I liked this side of me that was emerging. I liked it very much.
“Tristan, please.”
Giving me a sexy grin he teased my entrance with his dick. “Tell me what you want, Ryn.”
“You!” I called out as I tried to push him into me. Pulling back he shook his head. “I want to hear the words from your lips, baby.”
My mind was beginning to fog over. I was exhausted, yet at the same time, I wanted more.