and once I’m through riding her strap, letting her give me orgasm after orgasm from underneath me, I gently run my hands up her chest, hearing her breath catch as my fingers approach her throat.
But instead of taking her by the neck, my hands keep sliding up, up to the ropes wound tightly around her forearms. I untie her, slowly, feeling her shaking between my legs as she watches me, her fists clenched tightly with anticipation. As soon as her hands are loose, she reaches for me, but I grab her wrists as the ropes fall. No, baby. She whines. Wait.
I start by just skimming the tips of her fingers with my tongue, looking into her eyes as I do, making sure she’s watching. When she starts to thrust up into me again, I stop. Easy, tiger. Be still for me, okay? Once she stops moving, I press her fingers into my mouth, as deeply as they’ll go, my eyes falling closed with pleasure as I suck on her, tasting her, feeling her tremble. I move my lips to her inner wrists, kissing her, licking the deep imprints made by the ropes.
When I stop to look at her face, I can see the desperation in her eyes, the flush on her neck and cheek, her mouth slightly open, panting. She’s craving release, to touch me, to feel how wet she’s made me, to taste my nipples and my cunt.
So I lay down, her strap still deep in my pussy, pulling her onto her side. I wrap her arms around me, still feeling her hands shaking as they rest against my back. I snuggle against her, giving her neck an affectionate nip as I make myself comfortable in her arms, close enough to hear her pounding heart. Now, stay just like that while I rest, and I’ll keep your strap warm for you, okay? And don’t even think about moving your hips. Good boy.