Cat and Mouse (anonymous submission)

The curve of her tongue slowly toyed with his wanting lips as her thumb gently dragged his mouth open to her. His taste. Metallic and warm. She had bitten him only once. He had pulled away, but she knew he’d come back to her mouth. The slow drag of her lips across his. The temptation of her tongue, in and out. 

Her hand slipped around his neck, drawing his mouth wider to her. She would never apologise. His lips drew her temptation to suck them clean, then moving to his chin and licking the thickness of his musk neck that she now held firm in her hand. Her whispers he would play back when she had gone. “I want to taste you all over.” Wetting his ear with her tongue, “I want to taste you, until you ache.” 

His body responded. He gripped her up on to his hips, bringing his weathered hands to the top of her legs and lifting her into his dominance. She held his neck and sucked his tongue, heard him lightly moan as he lifted her onto the table. Quickly pulling herself backwards, she drew herself from him to the centre of the oak surface. He grabbed her leg to have her back. 

“You can’t have me yet”.  He groaned and let her go, leaving her legs wide open to him. 

“You took them off to tease me.” 

She nodded. His voice was silken and aged, and out of his pocket he pulled the material of her knickers. He took them to his mouth and nose. She did not lose his eyes, but she felt the lick of her tongue across her lips. Bringing her middle finger to her mouth, wetting it to its tip and then taking two fingers deep into her throat. She sucked their shaft until they were wet enough for her, tracked her body to the inside of legs and gently clawed her dress between her thighs to slip her hand to her pussy. Unrevealed and soft, her clit was waiting. It had been throbbing from the moment she saw him, from the hours of being near and wanting. 

“Is this how you play?”  

“Play what?” Her tone, flat. She circled around her clit, touching the opening of her hole. She needed to exhale but all she could feel was the need to draw him in, inside her, her mouth, her pussy, her soul.

“This. Cat and mouse.”

“You’re the one with the bloody lip.” She wanted him to feel vulnerable and consumed. “Take your clothes off for me.” He leaned into his stare and slightly tilted his head. “Put my knickers around your neck.”

He started with his top. The same one she’d seen so many times. As it lifted away above his head, his torso filled her view, soft, unremarkable, effortless definition. His belt unbuckled and zip willing to move with ease. Everything peeled away for him to slowly stand, not leaving her gaze and finally offering his thighs and beautiful cock. Her clit ached with attention. 

“Put your hands behind your back. They can’t touch me.”

She slipped from the centre of the table to come closer to his thickening girth and kneel before him at the edge of the oak, meeting him at eye level. Lifting her dress above her head, her nipples saluted the air, pulling towards him to draw up her breasts. His eyes came down on them, and his tongue caressed his bottom lip. She would make him watch. Bringing her fingers down to her parted legs and round to her clit, she ground into its ache, slipped fer fingers inside her pussy, passed her cresting g-spot and deep into her wetness, repeating this over and over until her mouth hung open and her back slightly arched in growing pleasure. 

Without leaving his eyes, she drew her fingers out of her and brought them straight to his lips. He engorged them, running his tongue between their V as they sat inside his mouth, suckling on her taste. She pushed them in and out, holding down his tongue, until she brought her mouth to his and took her turn licking her fingers alongside the silk of his hungry lips. She offered a soft smile before she gently kissed the upper part of his mouth, his cheeks, his neck, licking down the curve of his sloping shoulder, and across the broadness of his bearded chest, tracing a circle with her tongue back up the roughness of his throat to sink back into the gape of his begging mouth.

She lifted her knickers off his head. “Turn around.” 

He obliged with his cock gently bouncing in its firmness. Using her knickers, she tied his hands together, wrapping the material around his wrist until they were tight enough to create an illusion of his submission.  

She sat behind him on the table, unwillingly away from what she wanted, but feeling round to his mouth, she dragged her fingers down to his throat and kissed and licked the side of his neck and ears. He turned to offer his mouth, but she moved down to the expanse of his back to draw in his vivid scent and let the fine hairs stimulate her lips. She could feel her own breathe reverberate off his skin. She paused to absorb him, releasing his throat. And lifting off the table, to stand behind, she ran her nails down to the heaves of his bottom. Tracing her tongue along the deep curve of his spine, the cheeks of his bum held firm for her to kiss the line of his crack and surrounding skin. What she wanted to do, she would wait for. Slipping a hand between his thighs, she felt the weight of him and slowly massaged the full length of his cock. His legs widened to give her room to kiss his thighs and bum and run her hands around and over his bellend and back to feel his balls. “Fuck,” he breathed.

She released him and came round to stand in front of his lightly heaving chest, his arms tied away from her, bounded and solid. She looked to the impatience in his lips and down to his craving cock and sank to her knees enveloping his length with both hands, taking his end into the liquid of her mouth. Deep into her throat his cock drew more saliva up and down its thickness, her tongue tracking around the soft folds of his foreskin, sucking over and down his cock in rhythm with her hands that screwed his shaft. He drew back to the table, holding onto the edge with his tied hands to force his hips closer to her mouth and deeper into her throat. 

“Your mouth.” He guttural moaned. And she drew away, head hanging, mouth and chin wet, licking the taste of him across her lips.  He pushed his hips forward for more, but she slowly ran her tongue up his body and throat and paused at his mouth, tilting away from his begging tongue. Still gently stroking his cock and holding his eyes, she leaned to his mouth and away again, in and away, teasing, wetting her lips, bringing his cock closer to her pussy. Her clit screaming. “Who’s the mouse now?” 

With one violent pull outwards, he ripped her knickers clean from his wrists. His body enlarged before her, his arms free to destroy. His eyes locked, taking her throat and chin in his worked hands to draw her mouth to his. “You are.” His hands came away to grab her up around his hips, lifting her on him, taking her back into a place in the house where she had never been before.