That caning Tom – Day 7 of 7 (Part 6) Tom Day 7 of 7 – (Part 7) changed everything! I felt free for the first time in living memory, absolutely, utterly and undeniably free and unfettered! Waxing lyrical a little? I don’t think so. To that point in my life I had been numb inside and out. My brain had shut down my emotions and reactions from the continual battering both physical and mental that I had endured prior to my divorce. Tom had finally broken through the steel trap.
So now, mornings would begin with me staying in bed beside him, my sofa was still there at the end of the bed but now I scribbled in my journal while I sat at the side of him as he slept. I had no problem at all with that, let’s face it, hard on the eyes he was not, imagine if you will a mountain of gorgeous dark haired man, muscular but not muscle bound, naturally bronzed skin, smattering (just enough) of dark hair on his chest that my fingers could dance through, twist in, gently tug, feel his reaction, always immediate never disappointing, powerful but not overpowering, in control but not controlling. The epitome of Alpha male, ready and willing to play at a moments notice.
I was musing, watching him instead of scribbling, lost inside my own thoughts, sketching his image into my mind and twisting him this way and that, entwining his body with my own, joining us, sliding the two bodies together to make one whole, feeling the effects of his body as I imagined him entering me, my mind was orgasming and my body was racing to join it. The temptation to stroke him was too strong to resist, journal forgotten now, fingers had found something much more solid and thick to hold and stroke and pet, I watched his face as he slept and I stroked him from tip to base, sliding my cupped hand along the length of him, finger tips struggling to meet around his girth, thumb brushing across the tip of his cock as precum appeared, a single drop, glistening, daring me to lean down and lick it away, taste him on my tongue, let his salty flavour soak into my mouth.
I resisted the temptation then stroked some more, sliding his foreskin back, revealing his turgid head, watching it darken as his blood pounded to fill it and make it throb in my hand. I was so lost in what I was doing, I almost missed the moment his eyes opened, I saw the heat appear there in the deep brown pools and I fell inside that heat, I felt it a second later when his hand reached down and smoothed itself over my bottom, still sore from a sound spanking the night before, still throbbing and heated in all the right places and then I was lifted, bodily to sit astride his powerful thighs as he whispered to me in that heavy gruff morning voice that turned me inside out, ‘fill your mouth with me, make me cum baby.’ I couldn’t refuse, I wouldn’t know how.
I settled between his powerful thighs and lowered my mouth over the thick throbbing tip of his cock. His hand gripped my head and applied the smallest amount of pressure as his hips rose to meet my teasing lips, as my tongue wrapped around the tip and I sucked him, precum salted my tongue making saliva run, smoothing his way deeper to the back of my throat as I slid down the length of his beautiful cock until he was growling deep in his throat, ‘ Jesus that feels so damn good, don’t stop Gem, don’t stop baby.’
I worked his cock until it was so far down my throat I couldn’t breath, I pulled back gagging, only to have him thrust up and fill my throat once more. We danced this way for a time, I played with him, drawing his gasps and groans, hip thrusts, gentle commands to suck harder, stay longer, hold there, don’t stop. His cock throbbed heavily, my pussy contracted in sweet time to his heat, then the urgency arrived and with it came his greater strength. I was lifted and turned while still impaled on his cock so that my pussy was over his mouth and I could grind my hips down and fill his mouth with my juices, he licked and sucked in time to my own worship of his cock. I couldn’t hold on, his fingers invaded me, filled me completely, drove up and spread me wide as I took him deeper into the back of my throat and swallowed his salty precum, my eyes streamed, my pussy streamed and contracted and spasmed until I was shuddering in utter ecstasy as my orgasm escaped and ripped through me. He let go in that moment and his heated cream shot from the tip of his cock and set a fire burning down my throat, filling me with his thick cream and I swallowed and moaned loudly. Most unlike a lady, very much like the wanton siren he desired most and his own guttural growl was ripped from his lips as my juices filled his tongue and slid down his throat.
We were spent and I wriggled off him and curled into him completely satiated and content to run my fingers through that small patch of hair and tug gently and twist them this way and that until he laughed and rolled me flat on my back pinning me down with his powerful thighs as his once again hardened cock found its way home and he sank deep inside me lifting my hips, wrapping my legs around his hips and we rode and I have never been happier nor more satisfied nor content…
We are on one hell of a journey and I am utterly captivated by my giant bear of a man.