Enticingly Unnaked

He was rolling off me, turning me over on my back, crouching below me, spreading and raising my legs, entering me again through the slit in the sweats. I cried out at the penetration, sure now that we were alone in the house and not holding back in my responses to him. He dug deep with that long, long cock of his and then held there. He leaned down to me and took my exposed nipple in his mouth, rolling the silver nipple ring around with his teeth and tugging gently on it. Then he paid attention to the other nipple too. I couldn’t wait for him to find out that I had a silver ring embedded under my balls, in my perineum, too. I had worn none of this body ware when I was modeling for his classes. I knew now this was part of the key to him. When he’d seen the nipple ring, framed by the material of the T-shirt, it was an unexpected surprise to him and his libido instantly jumped into gear.

He set my feet on the surface of the bed, my knees bent, his pelvis still between my spread thighs, his cock throbbing deep inside me, and ran his hand up my calves, past my shins, over my knees, exposing the knees of both legs. Taking each leg in turn, he kissed and gently bit my toes, my feet, my calves, and my knees, while I lay there trembling and shuddering and begging him to renew stroking me with his cock. As if he only then had heard me, he grasped my now-bare knees with his hands and began to stroke inside me, moving my bent legs back and forth with the hands working my knees like he was rowing a boat—maintaining the quickening rhythm of the stroking of his cock inside me. I came in a flood that added stickiness to the inside of my jock strap pouch.