Before the Weather Breaks

take a few moments to settle myself, enjoying the gentle flutters of sensation as Jimmy heaves in panicked breaths, the air forced through my moist pubic hair and over the damp skin of my labia. I also relish the clenching and release of the muscles in his arms, as he struggles to find a means of escape. I press myself down onto him, smothering him almost completely. His screams of fear are muffled into a buzzing by the constricted airflow, his terror directly feeding my pleasure. The shivers starting in my lower labia and perineum travel outward quickly, pulsing around my pelvis.

Knowing I have to be careful I lift off slightly, feeling again the rush of air, Jimmy’s cries more audible but still substantially muffled. They subside as he gains more air. Wanting more I reach both hands down to the little red nubs on his heaving chest and dig my nails into his nipples, leaving deep crescent moons above and below but not breaking the skin. Jimmy howls at this as I press my crotch down into his face once more, and I wonder for a moment if I can bring myself off on his screams alone. I can’t help but notice, however, that every scream and struggle causes Jimmy’s still firm erection to bob gently.

I lean forward, my hips turning and pushing back slightly, leaving Jimmy with my labia atop his nose and, most importantly, my engorged little button hovering just above his bottom lip.

“Smell that, Jimmy? That’s me getting horny because you’re in pain. I can get off two ways: either you get licking and do a damn good job, or I hurt you some more. Your choice, but you owe me, and I’m going to take what I’m owed”

Nothing happens. I sigh, loudly.

“Alright Jimmy, the hard way”

I open my mouth taking the head of his penis, and rest my teeth just below the start of his foreskin. I slowly begin to close my jaw, pressing more and more firmly, passing from brush to touch, from touch to grip, from grip to pressure and, finally, from pressure to pain.

Jimmy lets out a girlish squeal as my teeth start to dig into the rigid flesh below the loose foreskin. A muffled:

“Ah, ah, ah, ah”

Comes, weak and high pitched, from between my legs. I ease my grip slightly, and swirl my tongue around the velvety flesh of his exposed, sensitive glans. Jimmy takes the hint, I feel his tongue press against my lips, the tip slipping between and catching the nerve endings that cluster along the edges, like light breaths on the glowing embers of my arousal, red brightening to orange, burning brighter as blood surges to swell the tissues. I feel my pulse as the slight change in swelling coupled with my labored breathing dip my clit down to touch Jimmy’s chin.