Swallow--a short story

Swallow

It's like clawing out of a dream that you do not want to abandon for the light of day...

He liked to be on top. She didn't mind; she wanted to feel overpowered, taken.

But tonight, she took him.

Her mouth traveled to his belly and circled, slowly, while the tip of his cock moistened her cheek.

On top and in charge and helpless all at once.

The length of him filled her and her hands worked on him while he jerked his hips off of the bed. Tongue circling the tip, back in again; his hands in her hair, taste of musk and sex filling her mouth.

There was panic riding on this wave of lust, her mouth so full, her head moving in a rhythm she could neither stop nor ignore. Heart pounding, mouth moist and hot, all the while fighting the natural instinct to be overwhelmed with his cock slamming against her throat.

Focus, breathe, open, breathe--

She worked her finger frantically inside herself and heard him reach his end. She clamped her eyes shut as the orgasm ripped through her, and he spilled inside of her.

Helpless

Moving quickly, she raised up and laid herself on top of him. The look in his eyes was wary and smoky all at once, and she smiled as her mouth clamped on his. Forcefully she shot his cum into him and his eyes flew open; her hands were in his hair, holding him, moving him as he swallowed until his spasming throat took all of it in. She took him, took him with his own pleasure, and he let her.

Breathe...