Candles

Candles… soft music… a glowing fire…
And there’s just something about scented oils, incense, pillows all over the floor, and a
blindfold soothing your eyes to heighten your senses. The slightest touch or kiss is magnified. Even my breath on your skin feels tangible in that stimulated awareness. My hand brushes your cheek… fingers tracing their way up your side, and inner thigh. My chest pressed against you keeping you warm with nothing separating our naked skin. The raised goose bumps on the back of your arms disappear as the soothing warmth of my hands pours over them.

The soft music fades away to a distant hum as our lips meet. The wet smack as they release reverberates through the air in harmony with the movements of our hands over each other.

Our arms release for a moment as you push me away to look into my eyes. Then, smiling, you roll onto your stomach and slide the lavender massage oil over to me. Kneeling over you with my legs straddling your thighs I take a moment to admire you. The curve of your side as it swoops to your hips. The way your hair is splashed across the pillow, and the way the firelight flickers on your soft skin. You feel the cool splash of the oil hitting your back followed by the firm warmth of my hands slowly working it into your skin… the scent of the flowers slowly easing you down into a state of conscious dream.

Your shoulders relax and your body melts into the pillows beneath you. With every passing minute your mind releases another stress. The busy rush and worries of the world lose their sting as I move from your back to your arms and legs. Finally I gently massage your neck and begin moving my hands in slow circles all over your body. For a moment you feel the cool breeze from the open window as my hands leave you to hold myself up while I kiss the back of your neck.

The music returns to you, from murmur to melody as you roll over and accept another kiss on your neck, then lips. Our legs, now inter woven and our arms doing the same as the kiss becomes deeper and more intense. With my hands pulling you close, you can feel the honesty of my desire. My heart is pounding. You can feel the heat in my chest and neck. My hands are sweating just slightly with the nervousness of our fragility in this moment becoming more and more apparent. And yet it is becoming and less of a worry.

Your blindfold comes off, yet the sensory opus that you’re experiencing loses no volume. Your eyes adjust to the light of the candles and fire to see my face, eyes closed, tilted back, and taking in every sensation of your touch. When you close your eyes again you feel my lips tracing their way down your neck to the centre of your chest. Kissing long and hard, I can feel your heartbeat almost numbing my lips with its vibration. Your fingers run through my hair as my mouth finds first one nipple, then the other. Not taking enough time for you to get used to the sensations, just keeping you on the edge of your seat, waiting for the next facet of pleasure to reveal itself, shining bright in the flickering warmth of the room.

You can feel the heat of one hand resting between your legs. Not rubbing, or pushing in at all. Just holding you in suspense and comfort at the same time as your head slips back down to rest on my other arm. I can feel the moisture turn to wetness as my hand still rests between your thighs. Your hand runs its way down my side and around to grip me for the first time, already throbbing with desire and anticipation. I feel both of your hands running around and gently pumping up and down on my shaft.

Your head is suddenly pulled back, but it doesn’t faze you. And soon I’m lifting you up to the side of the bed. Your arms spread across the length of the bed with your chest against the soft cushion of your duvet. With two quick clicks your wrists are cuffed to the head and footboards. Your knees are holding you up, cushioned by two pillows on the floor. There’s no fear in you, just nervous excitement turning to primal urges. Instead of struggling, your legs slowly part as you moan into the duvet. Your eyes close again. Seconds seem like minutes as you feel me pull away from you, only for a moment. Then I’m standing behind you, crouched low over you to press myself against you and hold you tight against the bed.

You feel my tip enter you, splitting your lips apart and pausing, holding you there in wild anticipation. It’s like holding the sweetest strawberry in your mouth without being able to chew. Then slowly you feel me push a little further. You try to hold back your moans, but a whimper, a little peep of a beg escapes your throat and is audible through your tightly pressed lips. I know you want it, and can’t hold back any longer. In a rush that sends you reeling, you feel my entire length push into you, throbbing, pulsing inside you. Our bodies which were merely pressed together in the beginning now melt into one another. The heat of the situation overtakes us and after only a moment’s hesitation, your body begins bucking up to meet my hips. What began innocently enough is now pure, raw, animalistic sex. The day’s events, the meal you had for dinner, our conversation on your couch, the hot massage, even my name disappear as only one thought fills your mind: fucking, harder and faster. I release your cuffs and you look back at me. You’re staring at me with possessed eyes.

“Get on the bed” you order.

I do as I’m told. Lying on the bed on my back I feel the blindfold covering my eyes, I’m promptly cuffed to the headboard’

Are you going to ride me?

Source: reddit.com/r/Erotica/comments/120g2x4/candles

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