Holly repeated the motion he'd shown her, and felt his penis grow even harder as her hand grasped him, sliding it up and down his length, gradually moving it faster as his hips jerked in response.

"Like this?"

"Oh yeah, just like that. You have no idea how good that feels." His attention returned to her breasts but he was no longer content to just play with them. He began squeezing her soft mounds between his warm hands, pushing them together and holding them in place. Simultaneously, he slid his body upward until he was straddling her rib cage rather than her waist.

Holly stilled her hand. "What are you doing?" She asked as he gently removed her hand from his body and guided it to one of her own tight nipples.

"I'm making your fantasy come true. Even if it kills me." He squeezed her high firm breasts together and then slid the slick head of his cock into the valley created between her soft mounds.

It was odd, and weirdly exciting to feel him there, and the grunt of satisfaction he made as he pushed himself between her breasts caused her pussy to clench in reaction. She had never been so aroused in her entire life. She felt like the slightest touch between her legs would give her everything she needed to reach her previously elusive climax. How was it possible to be so on edge with so little stimulation?

He began thrusting himself between her breasts in earnest now, circling her nipples with his thumbs as he slid forward and then back, his movements careful and firmly in control. "Oh God. I wish you could see how hot this looks. Your breasts were just made for this, did you know that? Now, open your mouth."

"What?" She'd known this was coming. She had requested this act after all, but uncertainty started to seep into her consciousness at the logistics of performing oral sex in this position. How was she supposed to breathe exactly? And what if he climaxed?

"You heard me. Open wide, baby. I'm going to fuck your mouth now."

Tentatively, Holly opened her mouth just a little. He let go of her breasts and shifted forward until his thighs were now on either side of her chest. Gently, he lifted her neck and placed a second pillow under her head until her chin was nearly resting on her chest. Then she felt the fingers of one of his hands against her lips, his thumb tracing their shape and occasionally delving in between.

She couldn't see it, but she knew his heavy erection was just inches away from her lips. Heat and energy seemed to emanate from him in waves and she breathed in his warm clean scent. Then he removed his fingers and slid his big body forward another inch and she felt it there against her mouth. He had taken his big cock in his hand and was now sliding the head around her lips.

"Now, do you want this?" He asked hoarsely.

She nodded, parted her lips and reached out with her tongue to give the head of his penis a small lick.

That was all the encouragement he needed. He thrust his hips forward and slid his thick shaft into her waiting mouth. Holding still for several long seconds, he allowed her to adjust to the unfamiliar sensation of all that hard flesh between her lips, but then he began to move, slowly and shallowly, in and out, his passion carefully restrained in an effort not to make her gag or choke.

Holly had never experienced anything so erotic or overwhelming ever, not even in the dream. Her dream man had made her do this exact act and she had loved the way he had taken control. But now, with this very real man, it was different. There she had been a receptacle for her figment's lust, not a part of it. Tonight, she felt almost like the man she was currently pleasuring was more interested in what she wanted than his own needs. Which she supposed was normal considering she had paid for this scenario. Yet it felt like more than an act. It felt real. Even blind-folded she could tell how careful he was being, how gentle and controlled all his movements were. She was pretty sure even the most skilled professional could not be that considerate in the midst of receiving oral sex, especially in this position. It was ridiculous, but it almost felt like he cared for her.

Above her, she heard her headboard creak as he grasped it tightly with both hands to steady himself. His movements were becoming less rhythmic and she could taste his salty pre-cum against her tongue. Incredibly sexy grunts accompanied each forward thrust of his hips and she thought how much she loved the sounds he was making. How much it turned her on to make him react to her body with such animalistic joy. It made her feel powerful and sexy like never before. Just like in the dream, but so much better.

Wanting to encourage him, show him somehow that it was okay for him to climax in her mouth, she removed her hand from where she'd been squeezing her own breast in cadence with his movements, and grasped the base of his penis. She began moving her hand up and down his shaft, matching his speed and rhythm.

Just as she thought he was about to explode, he stopped moving his lower body entirely. Then she heard a click as her handcuff was unlocked. Suddenly, she was free. Holly sighed in relief when her chafed wrist fell onto the pillow, but then she noticed that he was gently disentangling his penis from her mouth and moving away from her.

"Damn it," he whispered as he collapsed on top of her with his warm face buried in her breasts. His breath was hot as it tickled across her skin and she could feel his still rock-hard erection pressed against one of her thighs. Unsure what was happening, she grasped his head tightly to her and plunged both hands into his silky hair, holding him to her, relieved that he wasn't leaving her quite yet.

"Did I do something wrong?" She asked after several long moments of listening to him pant against her.

He lifted his head from her chest. "No. Of course not. You're incredible. But this doesn't feel right. I mean, what we were just doing felt amazing, for me, but it was like you were a doll or something. Not really present. The handcuffs and blindfold, I don't know. I usually get off on that stuff but not with you." He sighed and lowered his head again. "I'm just not cut out for this whole wanna-be rapist thing. I thought I could do it, but I can't. Not even as part of a fantasy. I'm sorry. I really wish I could give you what you want. “He began to lift his large frame off her entirely but she held him tight.

"Wait," she said, shifting restlessly beneath him. "Don't go."

"Holly. I'm really not the right guy for this particular scenario. I'll see that you're compensated though, okay?" He pressed a light kiss between her breasts and then reached back to remove her hands from his hair.

"I don't care about the money," she said fiercely. "Are you sure you didn't stop because of me? I know I'm terrible at this. I've never really got the hang of it." Her voice broke and she let her hands drop to her side.

"Holly, listen to me." He stopped pulling away and shifted on top of her until his face was even with hers. She could feel his pleasantly minty breath on her forehead. "You are not terrible at this. And I'm stopping because I feel like I'm using you, not because I'm not incredibly turned on." He rubbed his raging hard-on against her hip. "Feel that. It's like an iron bar and has been since I walked through your door. There's not a drop of blood above my waist because of you. Your skin and your scent and those little sounds you're making are all making me feel like I'm gonna internally combust if I don't get inside you. Do you get it?"

She reached up and found the silky skin at the back of his neck again. "Then don't go. Forget about the fantasy. Just be with me. Make me forget about everything and just be with me." Pulling downward on his neck, she was able to find his lips with hers. She kissed him gently and sweetly, gliding her tongue over his full bottom lip and then nibbling on it just once before pulling away.