A Rainy Afternoon [MF] [light bondage] [light edging] [oral]

An afternoon rain pattered against his window and pale sunlight flooded the bedroom through a half drawn curtain. The room was warm and his bed sheets were soft against my bare skin. We had no plans for the day, no friends to see, no errands to run; the rain seemed to have washed away the day’s events.

He slid a blindfold down over my eyes and the room went black. I felt a cord being looped around my wrists, which were then bound together and tied over my head to the bed frame. When he was finished, I could tell from the stillness that he was staring at my body stretched out naked on his bed. I felt his hand run along my thigh and linger at my hip. He didn’t say anything.

I felt the weight of the bed shift beneath me as he pulled his naked thigh across my body to straddle my waist. As he leaned over to kiss my neck, I felt his erection press against my stomach, the tip of his cock already wet with cum. His warm lips traveled down the right side of my neck starting beneath my ear and onto my chest. His chin and cheeks were smooth but for a hint of afternoon stubble. His lips landed on my nipple and paused there. He worked his tongue around it in narrowing circles before pulling at it gently with his lips. He moved to my other nipple, circling and pulling at it with equal force.

He left kisses down to my stomach and below, moving my legs apart to reach the inner thighs, then running upwards towards my pussy. It tickled and I was delighted. He kissed my pussy lips once, then twice, then broke away.

“Turn over,” he said and I obeyed, twisting the rope holding my wrists so that I was on my stomach. He moved to the top again, pushing my hair back, kissing the nape of my neck, and sending shivers down my spine. I could feel his erection pushing into my ass, threatening to slip between my cheeks. His lips ran down my back and then lingered.

“Spread your legs apart,” he said, and I pushed my knees to the side and arched my back, feeling his gaze across my exposure. I heard him draw a breath. He slapped one ass cheek, then the other. My pussy was dripping now. He kissed up and down the backs of my thighs, then back to my ass, covering every inch of it, his tongue lingering on my asshole for a moment, playing around its edges, causing me to shudder in pleasure. His fingers found my clit and began to circle it slowly. I drew my breath sharply.

But he stopped and turned me back over. I felt him leave the bed. The rain had worsened outside; distant thunder rumbled overhead.

He returned a moment later, and a rope slipped around my left ankle and then tightened, pulling my leg towards the outer edge of the bed. He did the same with my right ankle, so that I was spread before him, arms over my head, pussy on display. I heard him retrieve something from the bed stand, then the unmistakable sound of my vibrator turned on at low speed. I arched my back in expectation, and he leaned it against my clit gently.

“Don’t move or it will fall,” he said, then his lips met my nipples again and he sucked hard this time. I began to moan softly.

“Lift your head up,” he said, and I felt his hand at the back of my head raising it up. He placed a pillow beneath it. I knew what was about to happen, and I wanted it more than anything. He straddled me again and shifted forward until his thighs were parallel with my chest. I felt the head of his cock against my lips. I kissed it, my lips lingering. Then I kissed up and down his shaft, savoring how hard he was. I opened my mouth and he slid his cock inside gently, then drew it back out, and slid it back in again. He went slowly for a time, holding his cock in my mouth while I circled and drew upon it with my tongue. Then the rhythm and strength gradually increased, each thrust running deeper into my throat, pressing my head back into the pillow. I heard him breathing deeply, and I wanted him so badly to cum in my mouth, to feel his body shudder, and to hear him groan with the exertion.

But he didn’t. He pulled out.

Not yet, I thought. He wasn’t finished with me. He turned the vibrator speed up and held it firmly against my clit. I closed my eyes and began to writhe on the bed. I could feel myself beginning to lose touch with my surroundings, the sensation emanating from my clit seeming to drive every other thought from my head. He pulled the vibrator away from me, and I gasped.

“How badly do you want to cum right now?” he asked.

“So badly,” I said, wishing more than anything that he’d return the vibrator where it had been. “I’m so close, I’m so close. Please let me cum.”

He touched the vibrator against my clit again and began to suck on my right nipple hard. I squirmed with pleasure. His mouth moved to my left nipple, pulling and sucking at it, and I began to shake with the rising orgasm. But his lips left my nipple, and I felt him slide down my legs. He pulled the vibrator away and just as I was about to beg him to return it, I felt his tongue against my clit and his lips against my pussy. I pressed myself against him.

The tip of his tongue circled my clit slowly. I was on the verge of orgasm and he knew it. He wanted to suspend me there for a while. He wanted it to build until there was nothing left of me.

“Please let me cum,” I said, twisting against the ropes. “I need to cum.”
He did not respond, but continued to circle slowly. His hands moved back to my nipples and he squeezed both of them gently between his finger tips.

Then his tongue began to move faster and faster; the circles becoming smaller and smaller. And yet it was not quite fast enough, like a rollercoaster stuck at the top of a drop, needing just a little extra push over the edge.

“Let me cum,” I managed to say, through heavy panting.

Then his tongue began to dance, flitting around my clit, flicking it and circling it and pressing against it all at once. I felt the waves begin to rise within my body, threatening to break me open at any moment. Then it happened, the surf crashing down, spreading and filling me with incomprehension and pleasure. I panted and moaned uncontrollably and writhed under his tongue. I was overcome and pushed beyond.

He stopped after I was finished and crawled to my side. We lay there for a time as my breathing slowed.

Finally I turned my head to him. “Will you untie me and let me ride you?” I whispered.

He seemed to consider this for a moment. “But I’m not done with you,” he said.

He ran his hand over my naked body again, finger tips swirling on my thighs. The rain was coming down harder than ever just outside the window. We had no plans, the afternoon was ours, and I was his.

Source: reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/nenxj1/a_rainy_afternoon_mf_light_bondage_light_edging