have to have a way of
communication. Nod if you understand." Susanna nodded. I
wish he'd hurry up. What if the play ends and I still haven't come by his hand?
I will be bereft. To say nothing of angry.
Tony's eyes glittered.
He took up another serviette and set it beside him, as he knelt on the floor
much as she had earlier. His prick still hung free from his pantaloons and to
Susana's amazement it was once again standing up out of its nest of curls. He
stroked it from base to tip and collected the tiny drops of pre-cum onto his fingertip.
With his other hand Tony took the serviette out of
her mouth. Susanna was dismayed by the disappointment she experienced. Was that
it?
He held his hand to her lips. "Taste. This is what you do to me."
Susanna let him coat her tongue. His essence tasted
warm and salty. She licked her lips to get the tiny drops he'd stroked on them.
"Well?"
"Very well. May I have
more?" Her voice was husky. Was that her pleading? Later she might feel
embarrassed at her temerity, but not now. Now she needed to be open about her
desires.
"Perhaps. Later. If you are good. Wickedly good." He returned the wad of cloth to her mouth, and bent his head to her cunt.
At the first touch of his tongue on her clitoris
Susanna knew why she needed the gag. He stroked her from cunt to arsehole with
long, delicate licks. Each one increased the tension in her body. Her skin was
too tight for her body, the hairs on her head ached with tension and every
nerve end was on high alert. It seemed as if she was watching from a great
height. In one part of her mind, she registered the catcalls and applause from
the auditorium, but nothing mattered except his touch. Tony pushed her legs
apart, and ran the tip of his tongue inside her channel. Her juices gushed.
Thank goodness for the
gag. Even
in her aroused state Susanna had enough of her wits about her to know she would
scream without it. Her own ministrations had taught her how close to the little death she was. She began the
first exciting shake. The one where she knew oh so soon she'd
fall over the edge, and into the abyss of ecstasy and satiation. She
closed her eyes to deepen her sensations. Tony's grip on her legs tightened,
and then he moved up and over her.
Susanna glanced at him from under her lowered
eyelids. He held his cock in one hand and guided it toward her cunt.
"Now, Xiao Māo , this is for you. Relax, and let me
show you what we can be." Slowly he slid the head of his prick over her
cunt lips and then used her cream to aid his access. Inch by inch he eased in,
and waited until she relaxed. Then it began again. Each time he moved further,
Tony nipped her nub, or kissed her ear.
"Now, it’s now." He surged the last inch
and Susanna blinked as tears of pleasure cared her lashes. "And come
now." He pinched her nub once, bent to bite the soft skin of her rounded
bosom, and surged in and out of her twice. She shook as she tumbled into
oblivion, and then to her distress he pulled out, to spill over the spare
serviette.
The roars increased. Shouts of bravo echoed around
them, along with 'more' and 'encore'.
It seems we all came
to completion at the same time.
Chapter
Seven
Was it possible to see stars as you spilled your
all? Tony determined it was. More than once. How he
summoned up the willpower to withdraw and spill over the linen he'd remembered
to put handy he couldn't imagine. All he wanted was to thrust ever deeper and
ever harder into Susanna. Watch her fall apart around him, and to splinter into
tiny pieces as his seed filled her, and mixed with her cream. Instead he grit his teeth and pulled out at the last minute.
He gave himself the luxury of slumping forward for
one brief moment, before he knelt back and mopped up the sticky remnants of his
seed from his cock. He pulled up his pantaloons and winced as the material
scraped his tender skin. His cock, half erect, didn't sit quite as it should
and he readjusted it, conscious of Susanna's