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He pressed a kiss to my forehead and I tried to chase his mouth with mine, desperately needing more of his touch.

He kissed my nose, my cheeks, and chin, and then hovered over my mouth.

I could feel his warm breath on me. I pursed my lips, longing for the barest caress from him.

It was all so soft and gentle, quiet and slow and therefore completely unlike any of our other times together.

I was able to sink into the spaces between the moments, to hear what he wasn’t saying behind each breath and touch.

Even when he resumed pouring the wax on me, it was a purposeful trickle.My world, usually so chaotic and dangerous, had narrowed to each drop of wax against my skin.

It stirred my lust by slow degrees, higher and higher until I was a mass of unfulfilled need.

My hips rolled, whimpering sounds fell out of my mouth, followed by pleas for more, for anything he would give me.

“Please…Sherrod…”

“What does my sweetheart want?” he asked with another dribble of wax perilously close to my mons.

“Touch me…anywhere.”

He hummed in delight and began to drag his finger up my leg.

He started at my ankle, then up to my knee, his lips following the trail.

When he was at my inner thighs my breathing picked up, anticipation and need driving me to the point of desperation.

Sherrod didn’t pick up his pace, if anything he slowed down.

My hips wiggled with impatience and he held them down with his hands as he kissed the inside of both thighs. When his warm breath coasted over my sensitive clit, I let out a sob of relief. He was finally going to touch me there.

When he did, my moan was downright obscene. Fire exploded in my body, winding me tighter and tighter the more he licked and touched. Just as I was about to explode, he moved to my mons and then my navel.

“No…please, Sherrod.”

Tears wet the fabric of the blind fold, and I shook against the bindings on my ankles and wrists.

“Shhh,” he kissed my lips and I licked the taste of me off him. “You’ve done so good. Would you like to come on my cock?”

“Yes please!”

I didn’t recognize my voice begging him like that, or the way my body trembled under his touch as he slowly untied me.

While I’d done some kink in the past, it was always with me being the one in control.

I’d never ever ceded that to anyone. But even as I was crazed for release, it was a relief to not be in control of anything, to have someone I could trust so much.

“Let me move you,” Sherrod whispered as he sat me up.

My ankles were untied, but my wrists were still bound together, though they were no longer attached to the headboard.

Sherrod slid behind me, his hairy thighs tickling the backs of mine and I squirmed as he set me on his lap.

His cock was hot and hard between my thighs and I couldn’t help grinding against it.

“Stop that, or I’ll tie you back up.” There was a growl in his voice.

And I stopped immediately, even though my body felt like a live wire that furiously needed to expel the energy it contained.

Sherrod moved me until I was kneeling with my legs on either side of his thighs, the drenched head of his dick at my entrance.

I was panting with the need to impale myself on him, but he held me in that position with an iron grip.

When he took off the blindfold, I winced, my eyes taking a moment to adjust. When I did, there was a large mirror facing us and I couldn’t believe the reflection staring back at me.

Dried wax coated my breasts and stomach in pearlescent puddles. My pussy was glistening and ready for Sherrod, who was staring at me in the mirror like a hungry animal who had just played with his food and was now ready to devour me.

“Do you see how beautiful you are?” he whispered in my ear. Then he trailed his index finger through my folds and I gasped just before he circled my opening where his cock was pressed. “Do you feel how hard you make me? How I would give you anything?”

“Yes,” my voice was soft, pleading.

“Good. Now,” he put my tied hands behind his head and then lowered me slow onto him, “ride my cock like a good girl.”

With my arms like this, my back was bowed slightly, my chest sticking out like an invitation for him.

His large hand was splayed across my stomach, breaking some of the wax.

His other hand was on one breast and he squeezed, the wax falling off and onto our laps.

I did as I was told and rode him, my hips rolling and grinding down.

At this angle, it was a whole new sensation.

The way he hit the perfect spot inside of me, the pressure on my clit. But I needed more.

“My clit…please, Sherrod.”

“You want me to play with you while you ride me?”

“Yes, sir.”

He bit my shoulder and nibbled his way up to my ear.

“How could I resist? But as I do, you have to watch in the mirror. Can you do that for me?”

“Yes.”

I’d agree to just about anything at this point and Sherrod knew it.

He chuckled as he played with me, flicking my clit and grazing it with his thumb while I ground down on him and watched us in the mirror.

I hardly recognized myself, so wanton and greedy, yet trusting.

Sherrod had stripped me down and was using me as much as I was using him.

Yet it was also so much more than that. I was giving him parts of myself that no one else had ever touched, surrendering to him as he was to me.

Because even though he’d been in control this whole time, I had a feeling that he was no less vulnerable than I was.

As I sped toward that brutal peak of release, he put more pressure on my clit, tight circles that had my mouth gaping wide as I bounced on his cock, taking him to my end.

I yelled and keened as that precipice enveloped me and I was suspended in midair, breaking apart and loving every frightening, wonderful moment of it.

My mind was still foggy when Sherrod took control of the rhythm and I stared in fascination watching him use my body to chase his own pleasure.

I couldn’t look away from the mirror, too mesmerized by the beautifully erotic picture we made.

Flushed and panting, sweat and wax on our bodies, connected in the most primal way possible, I began to cry as it all crashed into me.

When he finally came, Sherrod threw his head back and made a sound halfway between a sob and a moan.

“Oh fuck…Zephyr…fuck, I love you.”

He kissed my shoulders and my back in fast, biting kisses and I pressed myself down onto him more, making him gasp against my skin.

“You’re so perfect…so mine.”

“I love you,” I whispered, leaning back against his shoulder and catching his eye. “Promise me this ends happy for us. Even if it’s a lie, just promise me.”

“It’s not a lie, it will end happy. We’re going to survive this, I swear it.”

He sealed it with a frantic, hard kiss that was the perfect finish to what we’d done.

When I started to shake, Sherrod eased me off him and slid the tie off my wrists. He covered me with a blanket and slid under, cradling me against him.

“I don’t want to move,” I moaned, curling against him tighter.

“Then don’t. Just sleep. I’ll be right here when you wake up.”

I nodded, my eyes drifting closed. That was the best night’s sleep I’d had since my uncle had died.