"Mistress!" He had found her. He had not heard from her in the fortnight since that unexpected encounter. They had met in a dark alley. 

Julie hardly acknowledged him but flung herself belly-first on the ground.

“Come.  Give me a little kiss."

He should be flush with success, but he found he couldn't  enjoy the adoring little pecks he then tried to place on her exquisite kisses.  He was merely filled with a ceaseless,restless anxiety.  He felt his pants sticking unhappily to his crotch.

“I want you."

She lay, the curve of her bottom where it rose off the floor, her knees together. 

Tim naked.

Silence. 

Her neck  shivered.  Her flesh.  Warm hands and fingernails.  An overload of consciousness that made him retreat whimpering back to a more distant.

"I want you,”

Julie rose up like a cobra from the dert.  (dirt)  

“Fuck slut!”

She pulled him closer.   Lips opened like a flower beneath her. 

A smile.  Her lips  began to move.  Her hand lower, towards his thighs. Irrepressibly, he burned.
  She moved pleasingly,  her touch was  pleasure.  The cock  had reached adequate hardness for the purposes.  of the mistress.

Her hand slid over his chest. He was now on the ground between her knees.  His constricted but his cock crazy, It could smellthe cunt that was hovering cunt  hovering  an inch away.  He slapped her  twice across the face, before adding another for good measure at the sight of her stress.

Julie shifted and planted her cunt  over  nose and lips. 

He waited.

She waited for a moment to make sure she could feel complete submission from the head she was suffocating; and then began to grind herself, clit first, down and around and especially against his teeth and jaw,  growing close to orgasmi fast.

She felt tender throbbing arrive finally,  as  contractions of blood, lymph and muscle.

Love  was binding?

She reversed, and thrust herself down and onto him. 

Wet..

Sweaty.

"I love you, baby," she said.

"I love you,”

How glorious to come, sometimes.