tremblingfluidheat

I have been anticipating your arrival all day. Covering my arousal and avoiding getting too turned on. It has been a little hopeless really. Our sex has been amazing, connected, fulfilling. Our levels of intimacy rising with each orgasm. Your body unwrapping and revealing it’s secret pleasures layer by layer. That first time I bit down a little too hard on a nipple and received a groan of ecstasy…discovering how best to tease you… the list is endless.

But I want more. We struck a deal. First will be my turn. I have wanted to tie you up and selflessly pleasure you since I first laid eyes on you strutting past me, confident in your slender toned body. Delicious black heels extending your length drawing my eyes upward to your exquisite breasts and to your face. I was mesmerised and lost in your hair, in your eyes.

I went shopping. I bought long lengths of silk fabric. Soft luxurious and sensual. I was aroused shopping in the store. I am hard merely thinking about first blindfolding you, sitting expectantly on the bed. Leaving you naked and exposed to me. Knowing that the eroticism of being left for the moments that feel like hours, is causing rivulets of moisture to run down your thighs. Your heat intoxicating both of us. I know you are longing for my touch and I avoid it. After an eternity you feel the caress of silk threads down your neck across your collarbone, abusing a hardening nipple. Fuck me NOW you think to yourself, not daring to speak but your moan betraying your desire. Your sweet, subtle scent defiling my synapses. But I will not touch you, not yet. The silk trails down your belly setting off a quiver of trembles and another groan. Across your shoulders, down your arms. You instantly realise your wrists are about to be bound. This will be the first time. You have never been trusting enough with a lover before. You are about to stop me when you realise, this time you wont. You are filled with fear and desire as the silk sinuously wraps you into gentle submission. The ache deep in your soul deepens. You are intoxicated, blind to the world, drowning in our mutual desire and arousal.

You long for more and are satisfied by your lips being brushed ever so gently by my hard cock. Moaning you flick your tongue out hungrily, but find air. I am ahead of you.

You sense the heat on your lips first and breathe out warmly, causing me to groan as the heat envelops my sex. I tell you I want to be taken by you now. I want to come hard in your mouth, you sucking the last of my orgasm out of me. But not yet.

I want you to wrap your wet mouth around me gently I say. Nothing more, just for a moment. I want to be even more aroused, as impossible as that may be. I trail a fingertip from your knee towards your sex, never quite reaching. I cannot help but to look at your inviting arousal. Your sex is swollen, your clitoris exposed, your labia open like the petals of a flower. I want to bury myself in your silken folds. Instead I kiss the back of your neck.

You are mine. Helpless and hopeless and in love. Scared of what may come next, desperate to have it happen. But completely and deservedly trusting.

All you can think of is orgasm, yours and mine. “Please touch me” you beg. “Please let me suck you”, you pant. You want me to come on your body, in your mouth, deep inside of your quivering needy cunt, spurting my heat deep into your psyche. “Oh fuck” you scream, “now! Now! Please”. Nothing. Not yet. You try something new, “please?” you softly whimper and you suddenly feel my breath on your thighs. Your moan starts low and develops into almost a growl as my tongue finds your clitoris, softly flat, gently pressing at first, but then slowly circling, probing, darting, drawing your own wetness over you. I suck you into my mouth, my teeth scraping gently, my tongue and lips drawing you deeper. My fingers start entering you one by one, stretching you the way you love it. You are feeling uncertain as to whether you will pass out or come, as that familiar tension builds its way up through your torso, down your legs. You are about to come, and fuck, you are mine. I am pleased you cannot touch me now as I am not finished with you yet, and I fear the smallest touch would cause my orgasm, I am so high in my desire for you. “don’t stop” you scream, completely unaware of the universe beyond us. You are verging on orgasm, your head filled with fantasies of me coming with you. You reach for me, only to feel and be reminded of your binds. You know you will always have this. You know the silk has been bound into the psyche of us and you want more and it scares you. My whole hand is almost inside you, you suddenly realise, and the thought is too much. Your orgasm, drawing my whole hand in, the spasms arousing me beyond belief as the waves of tension on the walls of your delicious pussy squeeze my hand in an impossibly long, deep gushing orgasm. As you continue to rhythmically massage my hand, you are now coming so deeply you are silent, your breath unable to escape. Your entire body is now rigid, frozen in pleasure, anticipating its collapse. Fuck you are mine, we realise in unison, and I am impossibly turned on.

You lie spent, glowing, my hand still inside you, Your spent self sated, almost complete. I lie on the bed turning so that your mouth can reach the tip of my cock. You begin to slowly deliberately eat me. Your mouth enveloping me, your tongue swiping that spot, drawing out the groan you knew it would, you smile, and then gasp, impossibly realising you are aroused again, I feel the electric spasm on my hand still silently inside of you. My other hand’s dextrous fingers find your clitoris again. Your second orgasm is only moments away, hidden in the beginnings of my building orgasm….