His mind was racing all day. From the moment Garrett woke from his slumber all he could think about was seeing her in the evening. His morning activity was routine; wash the dishes, brush his teeth, feed his two cats, Oliver and Rex. Usually these actions are completed without thought, tasks so rote that it doesn’t require brain power, today though he had to concentrate. Thoughts of her played in his mind, snap shots of time they had spent together, memories of her laugh, her smile, her supple body.
Now, seated in the living room, eyes fixed on his computer screen Garrett cannot seem to be bothered with the lesson plan. How is he supposed to concentrate on real estate financing options when all he can think of is her natural curves, the taste of her lips, the noise she makes when he has fully entered her. With these thoughts, today it seems like the entire world is conspiring against him. Everyone is running late, the practice exam questions are worded to trick me, nothing is going my way, not even the seconds hand on his clock is spinning fast enough, or so it seems.
Garrett exited the internet browser and closed the lid of his laptop. As he reached to grab the phone out of my back pants pocket a phrase flashes in his head, “be present, just breathe”. It is easy for his desire for his woman to take him into the future. He decided to heed his higher self’s advice and stay present…after a text or two.
***Hey boo, how’s work?***
The lumbering man puts his phone down on the table and shuffles into the kitchen to pour the remaining dregs from the coffee pot. His phone dings and he walks back into the living room to see what she wrote.
***Good, slow as always, but I just made some of my signature chamomile lavender tea ?. Looking forward to seeing you tonight.***
He smirks and lets out a brief chuckle as his fingers begin to dance across the screen typing out a response.
***I’m looking forward to seeing you tonight as well. I have some thoughts on what we should do. ???***
Before his finger can reach the button to shut off his screen the notification bubble pops up.
***Oh really? Like what?***
Even from those four short words he can sense Amanda’s excitement.
***I’ll be over at 8. Keep the door unlocked. I want you showered, hair still wet, wearing that new piece we picked out together, kneeling on the bed when I walk in. Understand?***
Shaking his leg with nervous energy he waits for her response, it comes after a few short minutes but it feels like forever.
***Yes sir!????***
The winter air is cold on his neck despite the upturned collar that sits atop his heavy wool jacket as he walks up the stairs. Chills running down his spine, his lust for her is potent. Wondering to himself if she will be ready for him he reaches into his pocket and depresses the button on his key fob twice until he hears the sound of confirmation coming from his pick up truck.
Garrett opens the door, hoping that for once Leo, her hulking shepard mix, would be waiting for him with excitement. Not this time, maybe not ever. He is probably, as always, as close to her as he can be, waiting at the foot of the bed. The door shuts behind him as he draws it closed with enough force to ensure she heard him. He wants her aware of his presence. He wants his woman to have time to get into position, to succeed at carrying out his instructions. Garrett wants her body ready to be met by his gaze. Slowly bending at the waist to take off his shoes his hip creaks and his back muscles strain. With his shoes off he sets them against the wall neatly. Walking to the kitchen cabinet, he takes a glass down, filling it to the brim with water. With one big gulp he knocks half of it down his throat, dribbles of water running down his face. He refills the glass then walks towards the bedroom.
He can hear rustling as he approaches the slightly ajar bedroom door. Knowing what awaits him, familiar with the shape of her body so well. He loves the dimple on his partner’s face caused by her infectious smile, the way her breasts sit, waiting to be kissed. He knows the warmth that radiates from between the furrow of her legs. But, even with all of his knowing, as soon as the door swings open he is taken aback.
The room is dark save for the candle light that is fluttering across Amanda’s body. There she is, as instructed, on her knees at the foot of the bed. The darkness of her hair accentuated by the wetness, drops of water puddling on the sheets. So much skin has been left exposed by the lingerie clinging to her body.. The sheer stockings running up the length of her legs, the top of them being pulled taut by the clasps of the garter belt. The lace looks amazing nestled against her skin, teasing a peek at what Garrett wishes to see, hiding some of the sexiest curves from his hungry eyes.
Dropping his bag, he walks over to her, gently grabbing her face with his hand and bringing her mouth to his own. Softening a bit, he feels at ease when kissing her. This is where he is supposed to be. She is melting, beginning to open for the evening. Garrett rises to embrace her fully. His actions said more than his words ever could. He is present, fully meeting her, waiting for things to unfold.
Lost in thought, Garrett’s mind is running so fast, thoughts, desires, urges, memories of their first kiss. He feels the urge to kiss her swell inside. He begins to make his move but feels the constraint of not wanting to break away from looking into her soulful eyes. He doesn’t want to stop listening to what she is telling him with her eyes. Does she know he is speaking to her as well? Does she hear what he is saying? Does Amanda know that at this moment everything but thoughts of her have fallen out of Garrett’s mind? He only has one focus, her.
Garrett back pedals to take in the view. He wants her badly, wants her skin, wants her mouth, wants her eyes, wants her taste, wants her ass, he wants all of her. As she perches on the bed Amanda’s eyes dart back and forth, waiting, searching for what’s next.
“Undress”, he speaks.
She slowly starts to peel her top off revealing more of her body’s curves. Your hands make their way down to her panties. As she pulls them down he glimpses the beauty that unfolds between her legs. Next, her thumb slips under the waistband of the garter. Garrett quickly raises his hand in protest.
“Don’t, leave that on.” he demands.
She looks up, then nods in agreement. Garrett takes her in his arms and lays her body down on the bed. As he settles on top of her they kiss deeply, penetrating each other’s mouths with their tongues. Teasing, nibbling, sucking on the tangle of lips, they know this dance of eroticism, they have perfected it. Garrett sits up and leaves her on the bed for a moment. Grabbing his bag he rests it gently on her hamper to unpack it. He pulls the contents out one by one from the bag and rests them on the table. Everything in its place, toys, lube, oils, restraints, all just an arms length away from the bed, waiting to be used.The next four items removed from the bag are small bundles of rope that he lays on each corner of the mattress. He then removes the final piece, a silk, black, blindfold. Walking over to her, their eyes meet, both smirking, both of them smitten. He leans over her, wrapping a hand around the back of her head. With deep, slow kisses they connect once again. With his free hand he reaches the blindfold over her face and lets the silk find its place over her eyes. Goodbye my sweet, I think to myself. Lets have some fun!
The room is silent as Garrett paces around the bed, attaching the ropes to the head board and the posts on the foot of the bed. Following the same order he tied the rope to the wooden frame of her bed he repeats the single column tie on each of her wrists and both of her ankles. As he attaches the last of the rope he pauses, inhales deeply and then checks with her to make sure she is feeling safe.
“Are you ready my love?”
“Yes!” she responded eagerly.
Kneeling beside her on the mattress, Garrett pulls the extra virgin olive oil from its position on the table, he twists the top off and starts to drizzle it over her body. The first drop hits her left breast, streaking down over her nipple into the valley in between her breasts. As the stream starts to form Garrett motions the bottle through the air, continuing to pour the oil down her body. The golden oil trailing down her chest to her belly, then Amanda’s beautiful mound, down her legs, and back up again. Pouring a little extra into his palms he rubs his hands together, warming the oil before he starts slowly caressing her skin. With firm pressure he explores her body, deep and long strokes, kneading her skin. She loves this, loves his roaming hands, feeling his strength, knowing he is in control. The massage is sensual, relaxing, and keeps her wanting more. Eventually it seems as if Garrett is touching every part of her body except for the parts she wants him too. For what seemed like an eternity he ran his one hand around the curve of her breast, cupping it, massaging it, but never even brushing past her areola or her perky nipple. His other hand devilishly doing the same teasing below the waist line. Long strokes down her thigh to right above her knee then running back up towards her inner thigh as her sex twitched. He ran his fingers so close to her opening, she thought he would finally give in and indulge her desires to be filled. Instead, he curled his fingers up and traced his single index finger tip around her labia and above her clit, pausing to give pressure to the pubic mound that flowed with curly pubic hair. He continued down the other side of her body, down her other leg and repeated the tortuous tango that kept her on edge.
As she tensed at every stroke, waiting for the next level to come Garrett smirked, knowing how eager she was.
“It’s time,” he said.
Removing his hand from her leg to grab the jar of coconut oil to enrobe his fingers in it. Reaching past her pussy he lifted her ass slightly so he could spread her cheeks and slowly start to rub her ass. Her breath quickened, her lower body tightened, but he continued, eventually she remembered her breath, came back to herself, and relaxed. With gentle pressure he pushed in, his finger exploring her inner world for the first time that evening. Feeling her warmth he slowly went deeper, allowing her body time to adjust to the fullness. Then, without warning he retreated his hand and pulled out of her. He reached to the table and grabbed the jeweled butt plug he had purchased just for her. Covering it in the coconut oil, she was ready to be filled. The tapered plug sat at the opening of her ass, although small, the tapered design needed to slowly be worked in, allowing time for her muscles to relax. Slowly he pushed in, her ass opening and eventually, accompanied by a deep breath, she enveloped it. Feeling her fullness she wanted more. He obliged.
Bending at the waist Garrett hovered his mouth over her nipple, breathing slowly so she could feel the heat. Almost taking her entire breast in his mouth he sucked in, this almost as pleasurable for him as it was for her. Feeling her nipple dance while in his mouth aroused him. His pants tightened as his bulge grew beneath his zipper. He could have spent hours moving from breast to breast, nipple to nipple, sucking, nibbling, kissing, and she would have enjoyed it. One day, she knew she would orgasm just from stimulation to her breasts, she would welcome it, she would master it, she would give herself over to the pleasure. Slowly Garrett’s head moved lower down her body, kissing and biting until he reached the source of her nectar. Slick with wetness already he lapped at her opening, drinking her in. Concentrated first on the bud that sits atop her opening he licked, and coated her clit in his saliva, all the while mixing it with her natural lubricant. Knowing she loved all of her vulva to be explored he licked into her, running his tongue up and down her lips, probing deep into her, lavishing her taste, Now he slips a finger inside of her, motioning to come hither, pressuring her g-spot. As he brings her closer to the edge he knows she won’t come yet, she wants to enjoy it. But he has other plans for her, he wants her to come over and over again.
He grabs one of the vibrators laid out on the table and presses the button. It slowly starts to flutter, the tips of the bright pink tool whirring at a high vibrational speed. He continues to cycle through the patterns until he finds the perfect one. Starting with the lowest motor setting the vibrator buzzed slowly increasing until it peaked and went down again. He brings to her body the toy, running it up her body and pressing it up in between her legs. She moaned, her lips parting just a bit to let the sound escape. Teasing her he stepped away, pulling the vibrator with him. Her countenance took on the shape of a pout.
Wondering out loud she uttered, “where did you go?”
Garrett crept around the bed so he was standing on the other side. The carpet muffling his movement, the blindfold masking her view. Again he bends over and dances his tongue on her clit. A surprise, but welcome delight for her. Now he clicked the button on the vibrator again, cycling up to the highest level and keeping it on constant. He wanted to see how much she could take before he pushed her over the edge. It didn’t take long, her muscles started to clench, her breathing became more rapid. Her tongue dancing across her lips as they parted to try and give name to the pleasure she was feeling. When her pleasure crescendoed and her orgasm arrived her body shuddered, overwhelming her, consuming her. Garrett bent down, surprising her mouth with his own, slipping his tongue in to taste her familiar sweetness. He clicked the vibrator button again, bringing the power level lower and lower until it was at a soft humm. He did not want to over stimulate her but wanted to extend her pleasure. Her bucking slowed, her hips found their home on the mattress as she settled back into the comfort that her bound hands and legs allowed for.
Garrett couldn’t resist any longer, his desire to be inside of her was taking him over. He undid his belt, unfastened the single button on his waist band, and in one single move pulled his jeans and boxer briefs down to his ankles allowing him to step out. His cock hard and dripping precum from watching the woman that he loved unfurl in wave after wave of pleasure. He got into the bed, kneeling next to her arm outstretched next to her head. With firm guidance from his hand he led her mouth to find his cock. Her movement was constrained due to the binds and position she was in but she was eager to bring her lover pleasure. Seeing how much she had to strain her neck to move her mouth further down his shaft, Garrett inched closer to her head. He loved watching her fellate him. She usually closed her eyes and she took more of him into her mouth and as she eased up on the back stroke she would open her eyes and look up. He wondered, are her eyes closed under the blindfold. She pushed down farther, her throat seizing up when the head of his cock passed a certain threshold. Normally her hand would be stroking right below her mouth, moving with her head, up and down, up and down. Bound and unable to use anything other than her mouth she used her tongue to swirl around the head of his cock, making sure to give special attention to the underside of his head where it meets the shaft. He let out a moan, then another. How does she make me feel this good, he thought to himself.
Ffuucckkkk! He drawled, unable to piece together a more elegant expression of his pleasure and gratitude.
Upon hearing him she smirked, his cock still inside of her mouth. He withdrew, he was ready for more. He knelt between her legs, resting his cock at her opening. Patiently he waited, he knew she wanted to feel him inside her. He wanted it too. But the anticipation was just as juicy. He teased forward, just slightly, then pulled back. She couldn’t take it any longer, she thrust her hips forward and he fell into her warmth. Fully inside her, he pushed his hips further to explore their two bodies joining even more. He stayed, pausing to experience how she felt, to feel her welcome him inside of her. This is what bliss feels like he thought to himself, perfect happiness, in this moment. Feeling the walls of her vagina squeeze his cock he started pulling out of her slowly. Wanting to never break contact of their sex he would bound forward when he felt the folds of her lips caressing the tip of his dick. Slowly, contracting his pelvic muscles he slid deeper and deeper as she opened to him, allowing more of him, giving more of herself. Bearing his full weight onto her his pace began to quicken. With one hand grabbing her waist, he thrust and thrust. The other hand removed her blindfold. He wanted to see her, he wanted her to know that she was seen.
“You are fucking amazing.” he said between breaths. “I love you!”
“I love you too boo” she responded.
He placed his neck in between the crook of her neck and her shoulder. His pace faster than it had been all night. Her wetness was apparent from the sound of their sex. He delighted in it, loving that she was so wet, loving that she was feeling pleasure. His strokes were more rhythmic and he flexed his penis inside of her. Together they could feel new parts of each other, new waves of pleasure, new valleys of joy. She was working her hips from the bottom finding a pace that gave her what she wanted. She worked her hips, harder and harder, concentrating on the feeling of warmth rising up in her body. She grinded hard, her breath slowing, becoming deeper.
“Ahhhhhh” she moaned, as she came, not able to let out much more.
He kept going, she, taken over by her orgasm, slowed her movements and let herself sink into the tingling, the swollen passion, the bliss that had just taken over her body.
He knew if he kept going at this pace he would cum quickly, he eased up, but she insisted.
“I want your cum” she whispered into his ear, “I want you to cum inside of me.”
That was it, that is all he needed. He could feel the build up of pressure in his balls, the warmth started to run up his back side, and then….
“Ahh, ohhh, fuck” he shouted as he spasmed.
His legs twitched, his dick throbbed, spurts of cum shooting into his love, big spurts to start, then decreasing in size as his dick slowly returned to its normal state. Staying inside of her he felt the mix of his cum and her wetness. This is what he wanted, this is what he craved; connection, love, presence, physical joy.
He pulled out of her, undid the rope and then laid beside her. She curled up into his arms, kissing him. Saying to him softly that she loved him. He looked at her, she looked up, her eyes peaceful, held his gaze and said,
“Now that is how you make love to me”
She winked, curled into his arms again and they both fell into a deep and restful sleep.
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