Revenge, Pt 10: The Return - Sex Stories

Revenge, Pt 10: The Return

... flooded with her taste, and her body began jerking and bucking as if wanting to detach my lips and tongue from her sensitive flesh. Her body was moving so forcefully that she almost made me bite my own tongue. I pushed back with my tongue, moving away from her clit and again exploring her luscious outer lips. The sound of her voice changed from movement to movement, growling and gasping as I explored her dripping slit. After a while, her moans seemed to become more subdued, less frantic. When I noticed this I turned my attention back to her clit, licking hard and quick, and pumped my fingers in and out. It wasn't long before she was shaken by another powerful orgasm. I was actually enjoying the hell out of this. It was sticky and messy, but there was something undeniably sexual and intimate about pleasuring her like this. Each time she began to relax, I would move to her back to her pink pearl, which by now must have been singing with sensitivity. This went on for minutes, and soon I couldn't tell if she was having one ridiculously long orgasm, or if she was cumming over and over again, too fast and too many times to count. I didn't stop moving my tongue, on her clit or around her lips, and pushing it inside her occasionally to get a better taste of the fresh spurts of feminine juices that came with every new orgasm. Eventually, my tongue was getting tired, and her voice was getting ragged. Just as I was about to try and slow things down, her voice suddenly stopped mid-cry. ...

... Her legs went slack around me, and her hips stopped their incessant bucking. I looked up at her. Her head was turned to the side, and seemed to hang slack. "Jessica?" I said, wiping my wet and sticky mouth. She didn't respond. Her breathing was deep and loud, but she didn't move or reply. "Jessica?" I said again, and moved up the bed towards her. I lifted her shoulders and gently shook her, but her head just lolled limply. I lifted the blindfold off her eyes to see that they were closed. I pried one open with my fingers. Her pupil shrank in reaction to the light, but her eyes stayed still and unseeing. She was unconscious. My blood ran cold, and my breath caught in my throat. "Oh fuck." I whispered. I began to panic. Had she hit her head on my metal headboard? Had I hurt her? But no, she was still surrounded by cushions, and I didn't see any blood. I shook my head, and pressed my hands hard against my face, feeling the fear threaten to overwhelm me. I leapt off the bed towards my desk and opened my laptop. The screen jumped to life as I slid my finger across the track pad, and I immediately began typing. I tried random keywords into the search bar, whatever came to mind, things like "unconscious", "orgasm", "bondage", and most embarrassingly, "help". I read and clicked frantically, my mind racing with ways I might have hurt her, and within two minutes I had begun to calm down. I took my head in my hands and sighed deeply. My heart was still pounding in my chest, although the ...