Collecting on a Debt

Trying to get my naughty fiction-writing mojo working again. A short attempt:

I had barely walked through the door when he grabbed me. Kissing me forcefully, he pressed the full weight of his body against me, pinning me to the wall. One hand held both my wrists over my head, while the other explored me at will.

We made our way to the bedroom, where he proceeded to relieve me of my clothing, kissing and stroking my eager body in the process. I started to speak, but he shushed me: “No talking.” After removing his own clothes, he joined me on the bed, returning to his earlier aggressiveness. He sucked and lightly bit my breasts, his hand exploring and discovering just how wet he was making me. He moved between my legs, kissing and nuzzling my inner thighs, his hot breath driving me insane.

He fingers spread my lips apart and his tongue worked it's magic on my engorged clit, teasing and sucking it to full attention. He slipped in first one, then two, and finally three fingers, pumping them in and out of me in rhythm with his tongue's action just above. Just when I thought I could stand no more, he slid his slippery fingers down further and circled my smaller, puckered pink hole. I wanted it so bad, all I could do was moan “yes, yes;” he slid one finger in my eager bum and his thumb in my wet pussy. His hand worked in and out of both holes as his tongue continued its critical work. My hips rocked and bucked in time with his hand until I could hold back no more. The orgasm welled inside and teetered on the edge before overtaking my entire body. My muscles tightened around his hand as my whole body convulsed with pleasure.

As I came down from my high, he moved up and kissed me. I loved tasting myself in his kiss. “Thank you, baby, that was amazing,” I said. “You're welcome,” he replied with a smile. “After all, you said I owed you one.”