I pull the scarf around your wrist, a simple but effective knot. Not tight, but firm. Arms outstretched, but comfortable. I’ve allowed you movement – a little, anyway. Nothing like enough to touch me. Your legs remain free. You tense your rear, nervous, but try to relax.
I take in your body, prone and outstretched, your eyes on my face. I’m kneeling beside you, more naked than you as your knickers remain on. I contemplate the moment, then reach out a hand to touch your arm – no. Perhaps your breasts – no. So much of you to choose. I am lost, my eyes trying to remember every portion of your skin, your body, how each part gently curves into another.
“Am I nice, Sir? Do you still like me?”
I look up to your face, see uncertainty tinged with desire. My gaze on yours, my hand moves across to a nipple. I calmly place a finger each side, and – slowly, slowly – pinch. And pinch harder. And harder still, looking only at your widening eyes and you gasp, then cry out as I strengthen the pressure. Back arched, your feet scrabble at the bed. As calmly as I began, gradually I let go.
Your breathing takes a while to calm.
“Let me show you how much I like you.”
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You had pleaded with me for a night just for us for weeks, bothered by the time we spend apart even when we are both at home. “Sir, please… you have so. Many. Emails. That you must answer. And calls. There are always interruptions. Can we have a night alone? Just the two of us? Not a mobile device in sight?”
You’d looked down and brought out your trump card. “I miss you.” A touch of pout? Maybe.
So a night in we had. All phones off, including yours (and as annoyed as you may be about my commitments, your social needs so often take precedence over conversation). Electronics unplugged. Even the doorbell disabled. I cooked, such as it was. We split a bottle of half-decent wine and left the table a mess. Sat in the big chair, you snuggle into my lap. My arms fold you against my chest. You told me about college, your friends, who hooked up with who, intrigues amongst the lecturers and students, the latest non-syllabus lecture you’d crashed. The chat ebbed, flowed, stilled. A world away from eight months prior; the nerves, the tears, the long sobbing nights.
And then we sat. Silent. Warm. Quiet. My arms close around you and yours snuggled around my waist.
I kissed the top of your head. “I’ve missed this too, you know.” Shifted a little so I could look at you properly. “I’m very proud of how you have dealt with this year. I haven’t had a decent chance to tell you. After – ”
But it is better not to delve. Not now. Your gaze is cast down and I think I have spoiled the moment. You put your palm flat on my chest. Scratched a nail up and down my shirt, watching it move. Then you look up, eyes warm, not worried, and softly: “Sir…? May we….?”
I lift up your chin with a finger so I can look at you properly. You lean towards me and I let you kiss me. And I kiss back, deep and full, relishing the full lips against mine, the sharp flicking tongue. The confidence in your movement.
I let you stand, let you pull me up from the chair, and I lead you through to the bedroom. Stand behind you and remove your shirt, your bra, unzip your skirt and watch you step out of it. Hold you then, my arms around your skin. Put my mouth to your neck and breathe you in. Kiss the skin, let my lips graze over you. Reluctantly I let you go and you move to the bed as I undress fully; you on your hands and knees facing me.
“Lie back. Lie down.” In the center of the bed, head on the pillows, you stretch out your legs, the black knickers stark against your skin. You are not surprised when I take your wrist and tie a scarf around it. There may be a smile when I fasten the other end to the bedpost but you are quick to conceal it.
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My fingers slide from your nipple and I lean my face down instead. Let my lips brush over the very tip of your nipple, hardly touching it at all. Top lip, bottom lip, stroking the hardening skin. Licking my lips, I place my mouth over your breast and suck, pulling my lips closed over your nipple, then flicking it with my tongue.
My mouth slides over to your other breast, hands flat on the bed, careful not to touch you yet with anything but my lips and my tongue which circles your nipple, pressing into your skin, sliding over the peak. I press the flat of my tongue onto the curve of your breast and lick hard, firm, across your breast, flick the tip of my tongue hard onto and off your nipple. You are letting out little sighs. Moans. You’re recalling just how constricting two simple scarfs can be.
My teeth close over a nipple. I pull it up, languidly, pull up your nipple and your breast. You raise your chest but I continue the pressure, making sure the softness of your breast is pulled taut. The nipple falls from my teeth but I do it again, this time following your breast down and pressing my tongue against nipple and breast, pushing it into your skin. More movement of my tongue over the tender bittten nipple as I bring a hand to your other breast, running fingers across it, then lightly pinching it as my teeth continue to nip.
My fingers trace the outline of one breast as I suck on the other. Hand moves down, stroking your stomach, fingertips and fingernails running over your skin, circling, almost close to tickling. Returning to your nipple, your breast, squeezing, feeling its firmness and softness. I try not to imagine how wet this might be making you or I will be too eager to taste and find out. I know how quickly your fingers can move down to your pussy when we have played in the past. This must be torture for you. I smile as my lips slide up to your neck, my hand remaining on your breast.
Teeth bite lightly at your skin. Light red marks rise. I bite, then lick, then blow on the wet skin, graze my teeth across the damp. Move to a virgin piece of skin on your neck and do the same. A whimper from you. Between nips, between licks, I whisper. “Do you see… do you see how much I like you? Want you?” You nod, sighing, eyes closed. It is becoming difficult to restrain myself. The want. The desire for your tender body, your skin… I have been hard since I undressed you, but this is… primal. Urgent. I bite your shoulder, hard, surprising you with the tight clamp of my teeth. Slide down to your upper arm and bite again, the soft flesh inside your arm. You cry out and I lick my tongue over the red teeth marks left on your delicate skin.
Fingernails scratch red trails over your stomach and I kiss you, my tongue deep against yours, pulling away with your bottom lip in my teeth, letting it slide from between them as I leave your mouth. I kiss down your body, your nipples, your stomach, your hips, nipping with my teeth at your skin. Let my tongue drift down your thigh as my fingers run ahead of me on your calf, your ankle. I watch them as I lick at your skin, watch them run over your feet, toes, fingers running back up your other leg.
Mouth kisses down your foot. I suck each toe in turn, big to little, eliciting a ticklish squeal, then the same on the other foot. I am lying prone now, almost an extension of you. I pause for a moment, my head just above your feet. As my fingers stroke up and down your legs, I look up your body. I can see your legs, the skin of your stomach, breasts, hard nipples pointing up, your lips, your arms outstretched. And finally my eyes settle at the top of your legs. I can see the wetness glisten. Almost taste it on my tongue already.
I push your feet and your legs a little further apart. You know what I’m looking at. You know what I will soon be touching. Exploring. You raise your head to look down. You can just see the top of my head by your feet. You are desperate for more. More touching. More attention. More focus just on you. You feel a tongue on your lower leg. Hands on each thigh. I kiss up the insides of one leg. A long, low moan as you realise how close I am to you. I stop a few inches from your pussy. Brush my lips over the skin of your inner thigh while I watch your hips moving in anticipation.
As I move my mouth towards you, I try and imagine it’s the first time I have ever touched you like this. Try and remember what it was like when I explored this with you that first night. Your excited nervousness. My hesitant desire. And it all wiped away in a moment when I first placed my tongue upon you, licked, and tasted you.
I hold my face just an inch from you. Looking at your wet skin, your soft lips. You are trying to keep as still as you can but you can probably feel my breath on you and know I will soon be against you. I can hear you breathing, lightly, quickly, watch your chest rapidly rise and fall.
I blow gently upon your panties, your heat so tantalising. With the lightest of touches, I place the very tip of a fingernail at the base of your pussy and drag it up, scratching over the damp cotton, the touch enough for you to understand but teasingly far from satisfying. You know that I often like to lick you through the fabric, my soft tongue and the texture of the panties combining to make you squirm. But not tonight. I want naked flesh and I want to be as close to you as I can be. The panties are pulled down, quickly removed, and I know I cannot wait longer.
My tongue reaches towards you, the tip is pushed between your lips and I slide it, just the end, up and then down. My mouth is watering and you moan as my lips press against yours, firmly against you, between your lips, feeling you against my face. My tongue knows where it needs to be and is pushed, insistently, inside you. Tasting the honeyed sweetness, the warmth, the softness of your skin inside you, into you, within you. Your hips push up against me as you cry out. My lips are now up onto and around your clit and my tongue replaced with a finger, then two, inside your warmth. My tongue is already circling your clit, firm and regular, before my lips enclose it and I start to suck. With my fingers pushed deep into you, I pull your clit into my mouth, then press back with my tongue. Then again. And again, faster. My fingers start to push into and out of you. Quicker. My tongue flicks at your clit, and your moaning comes faster now – but I am not going to let you come yet.
I kneel up between your legs, fingers inside you, fucking you with them, watching your body move to my touch, your mouth gasp and pant. This is control over you. At this moment, you would do anything to continue. Do anything for me. With me. And yet all I want, right now, is for you to feel this. Know this.
I swop fingers with my other hand, the wet hand brought in front of my eyes to see the strands of your juices. You watch, dazed from the sensations, as I smear it over my mouth, lips, and lick it all clean. My hands again trade places and this time the one from inside you is slowly lifted to your mouth. You eagerly want to taste but I tease you with it, hold it away from you, before wiping the wetness over a nipple, circling it with the wet finger. I lean down, lips over your breast, and suck the taste of your pussy from your nipple. And suck harder, pulling your nipple into my mouth before you feel teeth again clamping down upon it. It is becoming too much for you but I know there is more to come.
I move quickly now and within a moment my face is above you, looking down into your desperate eyes, and I am pressing my groin into yours, the hard cock pushed up against your pussy. You start to grind back immediately. You need me inside you. I need me inside you. I need to be fucking you. I need to be fucking this body below me.
I kneel up and take my cock in hand, sliding the tip over your pussy, your clit, down to your opening but not quite inside. Coating it with you. Then my tip is there again and holding the shaft, I push inside. Just the beginning of my cock. Hold it there. You are gasping with want. Then I am up above you again and my cock slides inside you immediately and I start to fuck you. Without warning, without build-up, my cock is pounding against you, in you, deep in you. As deep as I can fuck into you, as fast as I can fuck you.
Your moaning is constant now, your body shaking with each thrust. Your legs grip around me and I see your hands pulling at the scarfs, wanting them away, wanting to grasp at me with them. I push a hand, still smelling and tasting of you, over your mouth, let you lick and suck at the fingers. Beneath my hand you are saying something and I slide it roughly away and –
“Sir oh god oh god sir oh god go – oh – oh – ”
I grab at your hair, a fistful pulled tight, your head back and your neck arched. With my cock still fucking into you and your legs around me and your mouth crying out, the waves of orgasm spread over you, your pussy contracts around my cock, your hips buck wildly as I keep fucking you throughout.
The cries subside and the shaking stops and I slow my own movements. The thrusting has become a regular, insistent, push into you every few second, filling you deep. I’m not going to stop touching you, however sensitive you might be, but my cock needs other attention. Sliding out, I move to kneel beside your body. Your eyes are still closed and I grab your hair again and pull your mouth to my cock. You open your mouth before you open your eyes but I am smearing my cock over your lips, your mouth, letting you taste yourself on it. Pulling your head to make your mouth fuck my cock, make you clean it properly. Your tongue licks at me and I watch you suck at it, sucking it into your mouth before I draw it out. I keep pushing your mouth on to me, hand tight in your hair.
You give a little cry when I pull my cock from your mouth, silenced when I kiss you hard, licking at your lips, your tongue, the taste of the two of us. My hand is on my cock as I kneel beside you. You can see but cannot reach. I start to run my hand up and down the shaft as I look at you. Reach across with my other hand to your breasts and I pinch a nipple as I continue to pump my cock. My eyes are fixed on yours, yours watching my cock. I look at your body, hand moving faster on me, breathing more quickly, looking down at your skin, your breasts, your legs, your pussy. I take my hand from my cock and fingers are down and inside you, sliding over your lips and into you and then back, using the lubrication to go faster.
I can smell you on me. I straddle your stomach, a leg each side, hand working still upon me. Your eyes are on my hand, my cock, your mouth open, and I am feeling your skin next to me and looking at breasts and nipples and your mouth, your lips and you and you and I feel the come pushing up through my cock and it spills onto you, onto your breasts, your face, your mouth open in the hope to catch some, groaning as I come onto you, leaning forward to give you all of it.
Spent, I push my body up to your mouth and let you lick at my cock. Clean it. I see the come on you and smear it over your face with the flat of my hand, smear it over your skin, your nipples, before following it with my tongue, tasting me on your skin, licking it from you. I reach your mouth and you lick and kiss at me, wanting to be fed my come.
As we kiss, lick, and explore, I am undoing knots around your wrists. Your arms slowly respond and slide around me, pulling me to you. I move you over, holding you from behind, biting your neck gently. You pull my arm against you. Dizzy headed, I hold you. Tight. You will not be let go until I desire. That could be some time.
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