I kneel on the floor with him behind me, starting the first loop. The standing ends drape over my shoulders, brushing against my neck and breasts. He whispers to me as he ties, fingers underneath the loop to gauge tightness, then on my hands…caressing…listening…
“My sexy lady,” his voice soothes, knot after knot. I close my eyes and picture his hands working, remember watching them on our first date and thinking what he might do- the strength tempered with gentleness. The first two loops secure me now. After each one he tests my hands.
“Push against me, baby. Now squeeze. Pull.” I do so, warmth and comfort starting to wash over in waves. I sigh. “Good girl,” he whispers, and trails the rope slowly around me on its way to my waist. My arms are straight by my side, knots beside my breasts and a large one near my wrists. My pussy gushes. I know he will fuck me on my stomach, using the large knot for leverage, covering me completely. I start to drift.
He pulls me back, again checking my hands, knuckles brushing my skin. “Push. Squeeze. Pull.” Suddenly my hands feel like the smallest thing, barely able to reach around his fingers. “Again, my lady.” He is checking every loop. I love this about him. Never rushed, always focused, always with me. I can drift like a balloon, his voice a gentle tug between rise and fall.
It’s done. He runs his hands over and behind me, admiring his handiwork. Lifting my throat, slipping barely underneath the bights, reaching down to cup my pussy and ass. He has more than two hands, I think, then his mouth…soft bites and licks on my shoulder. I whimper and relax against him, his mouth at my ear.
“Up, baby,” he urges, helping me to my feet. “Are you ok?” I nod. “Yes, “ I whisper, “So very ok.”
Above my waist I’m solid, compact, immovable. My legs are somewhere being useful, I don’t care about them much. He props me up on my knees, the only open space left in my body clearly visible to him now. “So wet and pretty, my lady,” I hear from a great distance. Then his tongue, languorous and deep, licking me up and down, inside and around. He holds the large wrist knot, angling me back and forth against his tongue. I tremble against him, drifting farther now towards bliss, the soft fuzzy emptiness.
He brings me to an edge, then stops and smoothly pushes in. I moan and close my eyes, desperately focusing on him. He presses in deep to my core, stays in and leans against me, pushing me flat on the bed with the force of his cock. I am full of him now. Only a small thing underneath him, cocooned and entered by him, a soft place for him to relax- the ropes his gift to me. I sigh again and my body goes limp.
He fucks me now, long strokes, tip to balls, again and again. My body breathes around him, expanding…contracting…grabbing and melting underneath him. The ropes hold me together like a shell while inside I reach toward him down there, aching for him. In and out. In and out. He pulls me farther out each time…I will let go…
“All mine, my lady,” he whispers, mouth against my ear. “All mine. Mine to release. Mine to hold.” Steady thumps with his cock, shaking me on the bed. My voice is a continuous moan, the ropes soothing me, his cock invading me. I am both things, I am all things. Small and empty, large and full. He gives it me and takes it away.
I struggle up against him. “Please let me fly,” I beg softly. “Please.” I feel his eyes on me. He pulls his cock back farther and plunges it deeper, a few seconds of openness in between. I will let go from there…I will leave…he will pull me out…he will hold me…
“NOW!” he demands, in the barest breath, sheathed to the hilt. My shell convulses and tightens, everything is soft and light, gathering from the edges…
(Custom post for @i-love2-suck. Thank you for this SUPER HOT gif! I hope you enjoy your story.)
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