If you want some breath play phone sex then this is for you, babe. The room was dark, the only light filtering through the curtains, barely illuminating the contours of our bodies entwined on the bed. Allen’s lips were on mine, hungry and insistent, as his hands gripped my throat. I could feel the pressure building, his fingers tightening ever so slightly. His voice low and husky. “Trust me.” he whispered in my ear. I did. I always had.
Each inhale was a struggle, my chest rising and falling in quick, shallow pants. His touch was firm, never too tight, always maintaining that dangerous edge that sent shivers down my spine. It was a thrilling dance, one that left me dizzy and desperate for more. “More,” I gasped, my voice barely audible.
Allen’s eyes flickered open, meeting mine with an intensity that made my heart race. He loosened his grip, his thumb gently caressing the sensitive skin of my neck. “Too much?” he asked, his voice laced with concern and arousal. I shook my head, grabbing his wrist and pulling it back to my throat. “No. More.”
The tension in the room was electric, every breath a symphony of restraint and release. I could feel the blood pulsing beneath my skin, every nerve ending alive and tingling. Allen’s other hand roamed my body, teasing and tantalizing, each touch sending waves of pleasure through me. His lips traced the line of my jaw. “You’re so beautiful like this.”
Time seemed to slow, each moment stretched into infinity. The interplay of power and submission, breath and desperation, pushed us further, closer to the edge. I arched into him, my body begging for more, for everything. Allen’s grip tightened, just enough to make me gasp, and with a final, shuddering breath, we collapsed together, sated and spent, the world fading back in around us as we existed in our private universe of breath play and bliss.
If you want some breath play phone sex then give me a call. I’m your good submissive girl, after all.
