Diosa: pt 2 of 2

“I know what you want.” She said slyly.

“You do.”

Vitor stood facing her. He caressed her thighs. He kissed from her toes, up the backs of her knees. He licked her cheeks, biting her gently. He worshiped every inch of her she would allow him to touch. He reached forward, cupping her breasts as he pressed himself against her exposed flesh. He kissed between her shoulder blades. He inhaled the scent of her floral musk.

“Tell me how badly you want me.” She whispered.

“You know. How badly. I want. You.” He could hardly form the words.

“What would you give to lick my tight little asshole?”

He shuddered as the desire passed through his body.

“Anything.” he gasped.

“What would you give,” She turned her head to watch him, “to see your cock slide into my mouth?”

His cock dripped. He didn’t know how much more of this he could take.

“What would you want? What would be enough?” He asked, desperation seeping into his words.

“Some things are priceless.” She replied, smirking.

He didn’t think he could get much harder. Unconsciously he began playing with himself. He grabbed his dick with one hand as he plied her pussy with his other. He licked his thumb to taste her. He wet his thumb and rubbed her opening. Camilla sipped her champagne as she looked back at him. Vitor wanted so badly to expose himself. He wanted to show her all that she had created. He held the base of his cock. Camilla raised an eyebrow amusedly.

“Use your words,” she instructed.

“May I…” he asked.

“You may, but you’re not allowed to come on me.” She stipulated.

Vitor slid down his underwear and grabbed his cock. He began stroking himself, and as he stroked himself he inserted a finger inside of Camilla. She exhaled. She was incredibly tight and moist. Her vulva squeezed around his fingers. His skin was saturated in her wetness. He thrust in and out of her slowly as he stimulated himself.

“I bet you would die if that was your cock inside of me.” She teased.

Victor stroked faster. She was going there.

“It must kill you to know you’ll never know how good this pussy feels, because you’re not good enough.”

Victor moaned. Forcing his fingers deeper inside of her.

“You’re a pathetic married man who can’t even get a blow job.”

Vitor felt the pain slice through him, and yet somehow it was a blissful agony. Tears blossomed in his eyes.

“Look at how hard you are. You love torture because you know it’s what you deserve. I bet you would come if I told you to. I can already see it in your balls. You need a release.” She bated.

Vitor felt it too. His thighs quivered. His hand gripped his cock. He was panting, on the edge of release.

“You’re my little bitch boy. You wouldn’t be able to release like you do without me.”

“Please--” Vitor grunted.

“Pretty please?” Camilla chided.

“Pretty-- please!” Victor gasped.

“Well. Only if you can come in five,” she paused, “four,” took a breath, “three,” turned around, “two,” spread her legs, and faced him “one.”

A moan took over his body. He shook as he collapsed down to his knees before her, careful to aim away from her pristine skin. He was covered in a sheet of sweat. The orgasm rippled through him. He felt goosebumps prickle his flesh. He knelt in a puddle of his own come. He bowed forward and rested his head between her legs. She massaged his scalp.

“Calma-te, mi amor. Estoy aqui. Calma.” Camilla wiped the sweat and tears from his cheek.

Vitor wept, his cock pulsing between his bare thighs. Nestled in her lap was the only place he felt capable of crying. All day he felt like a bottle of soda, shaken and shaken, building pressure, hissing around the cap, but Camilla knew how to gently coax him into release. She leaned over and licked his tears. He didn’t know what he’d done to deserve something so beautiful.

“I love your tears. I could drink them all day, baby.” Camilla murmured into his ear.

Vitor tried to form words, but his throat closed, overcome with emotion. He felt utterly powerless, and yet, buoyant. He had ceded it all to her, and yet as terrified as he was knowing how much control she had, he trusted her.

“Thank you, Diosa. Todo tuyo.”

He began lightly kissing her thighs.

“Yes, everything for me.” She replied, leaning forward to grab his chin between her thumb and forefinger.

She slid forward and spread her legs, revealing her puckering lips. Vitor kissed from her thighs, down to her knees; around her calves; over the tops of her feet. He wanted to cover every centimeter of her body in kisses. He lifted her foot and flicked his tongue in between her toes beginning with her pinky toe. He sucked each toe, cleaning her feet, then presented himself on his hands and knees before her.

“Please rest upon my back, Diosa. You must be so tired.”

“I am quite tired, Vitor.”

Camilla lifted her feet and laid them upon his back. Vitor felt a swell of pride from his usefulness. Camilla sighed, stretching out. She found her champagne glass and took another sip.

“Is there anything else I can do to make you happier, Diosa?” Vitor inquired.

His arms trembled as he struggled to stay perfectly still and level. He would have stayed in place for hours if it had been what she wanted. Her smooth perfect feet rested in the middle of his back. The pressure affirmed she was there. It was more intimate than anything he had known before meeting Camilla. Sex was nothing compared to being his goddess’s stool.

“Well, there is one thing you could do for me. Kneel.” She commanded.

Vitor knelt between her legs and looked up at her voluptuous body. The way her hips creased; her pert nipples; the sheen of sweat on her brow. There was nothing more beautiful.

“Use your tongue to write me a love letter.”

Vitor's eyes widened. Camilla grabbed him by his hair and forced his face between her legs. Vitor’s mouth opened. He stuck out his tongue, reaching as if for dear life. He had so many words but found himself overwhelmed by her delicious taste. He felt intoxicated, as if he’d drank the entire bottle of champagne alone. He wanted to drink her. He began sucking at her lips, as if possessed. Camilla snapped her fingers beside his ears, startling him. He looked up, disoriented.

“Words, not sucking. Don’t act stupid.” She chastised.

Vitor began tracing the word, “sorry” around her vulva.

“Better.”

Vitor began his love letter. He didn’t know where to begin, until suddenly it poured out of him. A confession:

“You are my life, my breath, my meaning, my truth, my waking, my sleeping, my sun, my moon, mi diosa. I give you my body, my heart, my thoughts, my tears, my semen, my ecstacy, my pain, my joy. Todo tuyo, mi amor.”

He wrote and wrote. His tongue ached. His jaw tightened and locked. It was agony. Camilla pressed herself into his mouth. She wrapped her legs around his shoulders. She dug her nails into his scalp until suddenly she gasped. Her legs tightened around his neck, nearly strangling him. Her fingernails drew blood. Vitor couldn’t breathe. He worried he might faint, or worse, but he concentrated on stillness and absorbed her body wrapped around his. If he was to die, this would not be the worst way. If he was to die, he hoped it would be in this way, enveloped by his goddess. Camilla loosened her grip. Vitor could breathe. He wished for a moment that she had taken his life, but the thought passed as quickly as it had come.

“Kiss my nipples.” Camilla demanded in a whisper.

Vitor rose and kissed her perfect nipples. They pointed to meet his lips. Camilla moaned.

“Good job, cariño.”

A bouncer knocked at the door, startling the two. Their time was up.

“Got it! Be out in a minute!” Camilla shouted to the bouncer.

She stood and grabbed Vitor’s shirt, patting her inner thighs dry. She handed the shirt back to him, then checked herself in her phone screen, reapplying her lipstick. Vitor took the shirt and put it on, slowly buttoning himself, catching whiffs of her scent on his back. He reached into his pocket for his wallet and retrieved $1,000.

“Is this enough?” He asked.

“Of course, darling.” She said, winking at him.

As quickly as she had veiled him under her spell, she lifted the curtain and snapped back. It was cold, but remarkable, and somehow it made him love her more.