“Next we will try fellatio. Please do not touch yourself again.” Kneeling across my body, Nikos pressed the end of his penis against each of my breasts a few times, then squeezed them together and moved himself backward and forward between them before lifting himself to direct the rampant member into my open mouth. At last I had him inside me, admittedly not yet in my aching vagina but that would surely follow.
Nikos was in no hurry, savouring every variation I could provide with tongue and lips. His own contribution was to manoeuvre his penis so that sometimes I was able to work on the knob, at others I was taking in almost half the length of the shaft. Clearly he approved for he began talking to me in a new way, still directing, insisting, but encouraging, too. “Good, Sandra … tight lips while I move … open wide … yes, like that … wait a moment … now lick … faster … that’s better … you can learn if you want to … suck hard – but slowly … very good.”
When he finally withdrew, he knelt at my side, penis in hand, looking down at my heaving breasts. “You want to touch yourself – yes?”
“Nikos, I need to come.”
“In time you shall. I will tell you when.”
“Why not now?” I knew the answer. He didn’t need to tell me. I was completely under his spell, unable to deal with the urgent demands of my body and mind until he gave the word. It was agonisingly delicious and a large part of me wanted it to continue. This was a sexual high I had never even dreamed of and I had to find out how much further it could go.
“Turn on to your knees, please. I will fuck you now.” This was Nikos resuming control. No discussion, a statement not a request.
If I expected him to mount me at once, I was mistaken. He spent several moments arranging my position, hips high, feet wide apart. Next he explored with his fingers, a very gentle circling of my anus but no attempt at penetration, then a thorough probing of my vagina. I was so wet he was able to insert two fingers without difficulty, apparently to his satisfaction for he muttered a few words in Greek. Again he surprised me. Instead of taking advantage of his preparation immediately, he knelt behind me, slid his fingers between my open lips again and then applied his tongue to my anus. Never invasive, it was a subtle, tantalising stimulation, fingers and tongue working in harmony. The only sounds were the moans of pleasure I could no longer stifle.
When the moment came, Nikos moved me back to the edge of the bed, checked once more that he had the angle of access to my innermost body he was seeking. Satisfied, he stood behind me, guided his penis into me with his hand in one smooth movement before gripping my hips and pulling me back on to him. When I felt his balls against me, evidence that his rigid shaft was buried inside me, he paused.
“That’s well done, Sandra. You wondered if I would be too big for you?”
“I wanted it all.”
“You have it. Take care not to lose your position. Do not be tempted to touch your clitoris. You have done too much good work to spoil it. You understand me?”