A fine romance (pt 2)
I look up at you, my face between your parted knees, my hands sliding up and down your thighs, and the fire in your eyes tells me all I need to know. Leaning down, I gently tongue the now soaked front of your panties, getting my first taste of your delicious juices, letting you feel my breath hot against your aching sex, before taking them between my teeth, staring into your eyes, and gently pulling them down. My hands take them the rest of the way, and soon I stand up, your panties in my hands, your body completely bare for me below.
I climb down onto the bed on top of you, my body melding against yours, the thin fabric of my pants the only thing separating you from my hard cock. I kiss and nuzzle your neck as my hand reaches the back of your head and suddenly grabs a fistful of your hair. I pull back, forcing your head up and your neck and ear exposed, and I whisper in a low growl, commanding you to spread your arms and your legs wide for me. You hesitate for just a moment, and I pull your hair even harder. With a gasp you spread your limbs wide, just for me. Such a good girl.
I get up and move to the corner of the bed next to your right arm, reaching under the bed to pull out a tether attached to the post. I tie it around your tender little wrist, pulling hard once, twice to be sure that it’ll hold tight, then move to the other side of the bed to tie down your other arm. And then again your left leg, your right. Finally I a small piece of cloth and tie it over your eyes, leaving you spread wide open and unable to do a single thing about it, not even able to see what’s going to be done to you, completely helpless to do anything except for lay there and take everything I’m going to give you. But don’t you worry, my dear. I’m going to take good care of you.
I’m almost completely silent for a long moment, not touching you, just watching your gorgeous little body, drinking in the beauty of our night, leaving you straining to hear anything, and hint or clue of what I’ll do to you next. Silence. A muffled footstep or two. A creaking bedspring. And finally, almost out of nowhere, you feel my breath, hot and moist against your parted legs. I kiss my way up your thighs, my lips barely grazing your moist pussy lips, then moving back down again. I smile as you kick your leg just a little, tugging at your restraints in a desperate attempt to get me to finally bury my face inside you, before I finally kiss your hot sex with the tiniest touch of my lips. I softly kiss up and down the slit, teasing you until it’s almost painful, before sliding the tip of my tongue to trace up and down. And then sliding it in barely deeper, slowly moving it up and down and in deeper and deeper, wriggling faster and faster up and down and around, my hands rubbing up your thighs, up your stomach to your heaving breast, squeezing and massaging your tits in rhythm with my tongue, my face pressing in deeper and deeper, my tongue and hands working faster… and then I start to slow, my face pulling out gently, my fingers tracing around your hard nipples, my tongue sliding out and tracing a slow circle around, but not touching, your throbbing clit. The circles get tighter and tighter and faster, but gradually. After a minute or two of this painful teasing I’m tonguing quick circles, almost touching your sweet rosebud, and then, finally… I flick my tongue across your tender clit. And again. And again. Gentle flicks across your clit, gradually building in intensity and speed, one hand sliding back down your chest to slowly push a finger deep inside your hungry pussy, slowly working it in and out, knuckle by knuckle, tonguing harder and faster over your clit, pushing in a second finger, curling them gently to stimulate the g-spot, sucking at your clit now, fingers pumping in faster and faster, harder.
As your body tenses and clenches and throbs all over my face and hands, I hold on tight, slowing down gently, bringing you down from the throes of ecstasy. After all, I can’t let you get tired out already. We’ve got a very long night ahead of us. I slide my fingers out of you, licking them clean, and then slowly pull myself off of the bed. In the quiet of the night, you hear the unmistakable sound of my belt unfastening, my pants, my boxers, falling to the floor, soon followed by the warmth of my body, inches from yours, and the burning knowledge that there is nothing between my skin and yours but a few tiny breaths of air.
Oh, I love this!
I could masturbate to his stories all day..
