Her eyes, which had been blank just moments before, were now locked on mine. She moved her head, closing the distance, and gave me a hot, sweet, deep kiss.
It was an immediate, consuming intimacy that I could feel vibrating deep in my chest. Her lips were incredibly smooth, and the kiss was both demanding and tender.
She stopped, pulling back just an inch, and looked into my eyes once again. I was desperate; I wanted it more, but she calmed me with a finger pressed gently against my lips.
I remembered the exact, same gesture from Anna—the cool, deliberate act of control—and wondered, Why do I come across only ladies who like to act dominant? Or is it just my fate to be the managed one?
That doesn't matter anyway, I quickly assured myself internally. I'm getting exactly what I want now.
In a sudden move that completely surprised me, she started pulling my sweatpants down. I was obediently following her orders, my mind numb. My dick was now fully out, standing at attention, ready for action.
"Wow, it's so big," she said, her voice dropping a little in genuine, sharp excitement.
Yeah, that's me, girl! I praised myself in my mind, the ego rush momentarily overcoming my shame. Tell me more about how amazing I am.
She leaned closer, her eyes still fixed on my face, but her attention clearly focused on me. I shut my eyes immediately, unable to keep up the intense, unsettling eye contact.
"Why are you closing your eyes?" Nicole asked as soon as she noticed, her tone holding a note of amusement.
I did not respond to her question. Damn, this girl seems to have more confidence than I ever expected anyone to have.
"No one ever did this to you?" she asked, a direct question about my pathetic past.
I could only nod, a pathetic bob of my head.
"Oh, poor you. Now I will do this for you, so you should watch," she commanded.
I immediately snapped my eyes open, feeling the cold sting of embarrassment mixed with the electric thrill of being commanded.
"Much better," she said, confirming her control. She was dictating every single move, and I was her captive audience.
She held it firmly with her right hand. I almost let out a sound due to the immediate, intense rush of pleasure.
I felt the exact, same familiar sensation when Anna had held me—a ghost of the past encounter—and realized I couldn't forget the things that Ice Queen did to me.
Nicole leaned down, her beautiful lips parting.
She kept eye contact with me as her tongue circled around the tip of my cock. I couldn't help but let out a moan.
She smiled at me before taking more of me into her mouth. Her warm wet mouth felt amazing as she slowly bobbed up and down on my shaft. I grabbed onto her hair as I felt myself getting closer to release.
I could not keep this up I was shivering, she increased the speed. Her mouth was like a vacuum cleaner, sucking every inch of my cock with such intensity.
I could feel her tongue swirling around the head, sending waves of pleasure through my body. She started to moan as she sucked me off, the vibrations adding to the sensation. I couldn't hold back any longer and exploded in her mouth.
After bursting all of it into her mouth, I slumped back onto the sofa, completely exhausted and unable to move.
She stopped immediately and looked at me, a face of amusement and calm surprise.
"You couldn't even hold that for thirty seconds," she said, her voice completely casual, like she was commenting on the weather.
I was breathing heavily, trying to catch my breath, and I felt a huge wave of humiliation wash over me. I was supposed to be in control, and I just lasted less than a minute.
"I can't blame you, though," she continued, her tone soothing. "Three months seems way too long to go without release."
She reached over to the small table and took a tissue paper, then started cleaning me up.
Honestly, She did something I had never experienced before. She was so good at this, so practical and focused.
She stood up, gave me a final, quick glance, and went into the bathroom to wash her mouth. I sat there, pulling up my pants, the physical release leaving my body feeling hollow and heavy.
She came back, wiping her hands on a small towel.
"You put back your pants already?" she said, a small, teasing smile playing on her lips.
"We are just getting started," she smiled.
This girl really didn't give me a break. She now came right in front of me, graceful and totally unashamed, climbed up, and sat down on me. Our faces were just inches away. I could feel the sweet warmth of her breath on my skin.
"I want to eat your tongue," she whispered, the statement hitting me like a shock of ice water and fire. That raw command sent chills through my entire body.
Our lips met again, slower this time, softer, like both of us were trying to memorize the other's shape and taste. The kiss was gentle for only a second.
Then the kiss deepened fast, becoming fierce and consuming. My hands moved without thinking, gripping her tight and moving across her body.
She pulled back just enough to look at me, her eyes sharp, unblinking, and daring me.
There was a challenge in them—like she wanted to see if I'd hesitate or back down. I didn't. I held her gaze, refusing to look away.
The moment stretched taut and charged with need and stubbornness; both of us were breathing fast, refusing to be the one to give in first.
I slid one of my hands up and pressed the weight of her breast, feeling its softness and warmth.
"Aah," she let out a deep, soft moan as she leaned her head back, her face looking straight up at the ceiling. I knew, instantly, that I had touched her in the right, perfect place.
She came back for my mouth, and this time, she didn't hold back. She was devouring, pushing me back against the sofa cushions.
I could barely keep up with the force of her kiss, but I didn't let go of the soft breast. I kept playing with the nipple, teasing it and tugging, driving her even crazier.
She now started taking my shirt, her hands rough and desperate. The silk of her robe felt hot and slick against my skin. She couldn't hold on any longer.
With a final tug, she ripped my shirt free, tossing it aside. Before I could process the cool air on my skin, she was pulling her own sweater over her head.
The oversized cashmere came off, and my gaze immediately locked onto her beautiful, bare chest. Her nipples were tight, dark, and perfectly inviting.
My hands moved, no longer just gripping, but slowly, exploring the soft skin of her back and shoulders.
I moved her even closer, pulling her flush against me. Her assets, warm and yielding, were immediately pressed against my chest, skin to skin. The heat from her body poured into me, a feverish contrast to the cooler air in the room.
She let out a low, smooth moan as she felt the unmistakable, hard force of mine rising and pressing against her stomach.