Following his cue I raise my arms above my head and grip onto the wrought iron bed head. Forcefully he pulls my wrist to the bedpost, restraining it with a silk scarf that feels cool as it wraps around my skin. My other wrist is bound tightly to the other side ... too tight. Opening my mouth to speak I feel his finger on my lips to shush me. The only sound is his footsteps as he walks to the end of the bed to tie my feet, separating them and leaving me vulnerable and open. 

I am filled with angst as he turns his back to me and leaves the room. He switches out the light on his exit. 

Suddenly I am aware of how exposed I feel lying on my back wearing only my panties. With pink cotton molded snugly against my skin I wish for the elastic edging to hold me closer, to cover me more. 

My mind is distracted by the rhythmic humming of the ceiling fan as it slowly pushes around the warm air. It creates enough breeze to make the single ribbon bow on my panties dance. I feel the edge of the ribbon brush my skin so slightly teasing me with its delicate touch and making me feel a greater urge for him to return and place his hands upon my ready body. 

I wriggle and pull to test the strength of his work. Barely any movement is possible as I lay fully stretched along the mattress. I hear his footsteps again and I freeze. This is what I have been waiting for. 

I feel slightly uncomfortable as I feel something firm and sharp run along my panties from the ribbon to my cheeks.... then slowly back up again.

The sharp tip catching on the cotton threads creating a bumpy sensation. I feel the icy blade as it circles my stomach and crosses my hips and travels back down onto my cotton covered mound. He guides the knife with just enough pressure to scratch my skin and make my body shudder. He traces the edge of my panties and swiftly slices through the thin material releasing it from my hip bone. Running the blade across my raw skin again he makes his way to the other side slicing once more to open his gift. Hearing the knife hit the floor and bounce, I feel the coolness return to my body. I know he is no longer above me. I listen to his rapid breathing as he sits at the end of the bed. I close my eyes and my heart beats so hard I can feel it through my entire body. Even the slightest movement on the bed makes me throb as I try to anticipate his actions. Hearing him groan softly, I know he is stroking his hardness and I smile. 

When I finally open my eyes, I am greeted with the silhouette of his face above mine. Our lips touch briefly before his tongue glides along my chin and down my neck. Delicate wet kisses are placed randomly over my breasts clashing with the stark touch of his stubble. Immediately my body reacts, turning my nipples hard as I feel another surge of wetness line my lips. 

He rests his head on my stomach and takes in my scent. As his fingers glide across my bare mound my muscles tighten. His hands travel along my thigh continuing down my smooth legs to release the silk ties. 

I wrap my legs around his waist and pull him close to me with a strength I never knew I had. He struggles to slide further up my body until his shaft is nestled between my moist opening. 

We kiss and he brushes his harsh fingertips over my nipples. As our lips part, I throw my legs over his chest and rest my red ankles on his shoulders. He slides deep inside my wetness and raises my hips higher with his hands. He forces his length further inside me with every thrust. Going deeper and holding me tighter. 

Without warning he pulls himself out and moves further along my body, dragging his manhood along my stomach and breasts, until it reaches my mouth. He slowly unties my hands as I gorge myself on his shaft. With no control over his pace or depth, I recline and treat myself to his gift of pre-cum laced with my own juices. 

With my hands now free, we roll in unison, swirling my tongue around his hardness as he lies beneath me. I squeeze his sack gently between my fingers and hear him groan. Eagar to please him I strive to fit all of him into my mouth. 

He lovingly pulls my hair, guiding me off his shaft and towards his mouth. I sit myself all the way down his length. Locking our fingers together we push against each other's hands as I ride him aggressively. I grind myself down wanting him deeper as we rock with the passion of a new romance. 

A single spoken word causes me to give into my urges and throw myself into a long desired orgasm. I feel his hands firmly against my hips controlling my movements as he releases his warm love inside me. 

Collapsing on his chest, our fierce heartbeats fight each other. I slide next to him as he kisses the top of my head. With my head resting on his chest he brushes the hair from my face and pulls me in closer. I lay in his safe embrace. Content! Satisfied! 









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Fri, 2nd April, 2010





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