“I’ve always wanted to try this,” she says and she places the condom on my tip and works it most of the way down me with her mouth. She hums laughter as she reaches the point where she can’t go any further and she comes back up, saying, “Yeah, it’s a bit of a work in progress, but I’d say that’s a pretty promising start.”
“I think I have to agree,” I tell her.
She unrolls the latex the rest of the way down my shaft and positions herself over me.
“Cross your arms over your chest,” she tells me and, although I don’t know where she’s going with this, I do. “Close your eyes,” she says.
I do.
She moves off of the bed. I ask her where she’s going, but she just reiterates that my job is to keep my arms crossed and my eyes closed.
I can hear her footsteps moving out of the room, but I keep my eyes sealed shut despite my curiosity as to just where the hell she’s going.
She comes back into the room and says, “All right, now just hold still. This might feel a little weird.”
With that, my eyes shoot open on their own to find her standing over the side of the bed with a pair of fuzzy handcuffs in her hand.
“You were supposed to keep your eyes closed!” she complains.
“You don’t tell someone to keep their eyes closed and that something might feel a little weird,” I tell her with a laugh.
“Well, since you ruined the surprise,” she says. “I guess it’s fair to ask if you’re okay with this.”
“Yeah,” I tell her. “Just don’t get too rough, I’m not really into that part of it.”
“Wasn’t planning on it,” she says and takes my wrists, one by one, and closes the handcuffs around them.
“You know,” I tell her. “Since I ruined one surprise and kept another one, I think that means they cancel each other out, don’t they?”
“Nope,” she answers and climbs onto the bed, kissing my stomach, my chest and finally my neck as she positions herself between my arms. “This is kind of nice, actually,” she says. “I wasn’t sure what I was going to do with these.”
With that, she starts grinding herself over my cock, always so close to putting me inside of her, but always lifting herself at just the right moment so it doesn’t quite happen.
“You’re killing me,” I breathe.
“Oh, I’m just getting started,” she says. “You know, you feel really good rubbing against my clit.”
“I’m glad,” I say in a whisper, tantalized out of my mind by the feeling of her hot, wet core.
“You know,” she says, continuing to work herself on top of, but never quite over me, “I think Irene and Alec have a pretty good rule when it comes to sex.”
“Yeah?” I ask, my mind completely blank other than to take in every sensation of the moment.
“Yeah,” she says. “I think it’s only fair that a woman should come twice before the man. After all, just think of all the puritanical centuries of women never being allowed to have an orgasm. I think that’s pretty fucked up.”
“You know, I really didn’t have anything to do with that,” I tell her, closing my eyes, taking in the wonder of her touch.
“Still,” she says, “I think it’s about time that we women start taking back the orgasm.”
“Can’t we share it?” I ask.
“Maybe,” she says, “after you’ve gotten me where I need to be.”
The way she says it is a little brusque, but as I open my eyes to look at her, she’s beaming. She gives me a quick peck on the lips and grinds herself harder against me.
It’s the most pleasant torture, waiting to be enveloped by her.
She lifts my head and leans back, giving me access to her nipples, and I eagerly take them into my mouth, each in their turn, feeling myself growing harder than I remember possible.
“That’s it,” she says, increasing her tempo. “That’s perfect.”
Her pussy massages my dick as my dick massages her pussy and she’s humming her enjoyment of the moment.
“Now, if you think you can let me know before you’re about to pop…” she says and slides all the way up my shaft, angling herself against me and sliding onto me without even the inclination to use her hands.
Inside of her is a warm, silky heaven and I move my arms over her body, hands still bound together, to rest just above her firm ass.
“I don’t think those handcuffs are much of an obstacle, are they?” she asks.
I smile, “Not really, but that’s okay.”
She kisses me on the mouth and pushes herself down, putting me so deep inside of her. Her muscles tighten and relax around me and she takes my lower lip into her mouth as she rotates her hips on top of me.
“Holy shit,” I whisper as she takes her mouth away from mine to nibble on my earlobe.
Her hot breath gives me chills, and there’s nothing in the world right now except for her.
I kiss her cheek, her neck, whatever portion of her skin that I can reach, my lips meet.
Between our bodies, tiny droplets of sweat form and she’s gliding over me, effortless.
My senses piqued, I breathe in the smell of her and my mouth delights in the sweet, salty taste of her skin.
Her quiet moan is loud in my ears, her breath the rush of ocean waves.
When her muscles start to tighten, I lift my hips, adding motion to our already deep contact, and she buries her face in the crook of my neck, the vibration of her increasing volume, sending the sensation of warm feathers over my skin.
Her breath catches as she stills above me, her muscles contracting on and over me, and I increase the tempo, taking her higher and farther than ever before.
“Oh…” she breathes, “fu-ck…”
She’s so wet now, dripping onto the skin of my loins and just as her orgasm begins to recede, I put my hands at her lower back and as I rise, she embraces me.
I kiss her lips and watch her eyes grow even fuller with desire.
“That’s one,” she whispers, grinning an uneven grin.
“If you think I’m stopping at two,” I tell her, “you’re crazy.”
I move my legs under me and lift both of us up, her still clinging tightly to my body.
“Where are we going?” she asks.
“Anywhere,” I tell her, “everywhere.”
I rise up onto my knees and hold her there a moment, suspended by virtue of our clutching of one another.
“Put your arms just under mine,” she says and I do.
She leans back, maintaining enough of a grip on my neck and shoulders that she can throw her head back, letting her long hair fall over her body and behind her.
She’s fucking gorgeous at all angles.
“Don’t move,” she says and her hips move in unknown patterns, her stomach tightening and releasing more than once a second.
Her breasts are just before me and barely out of reach, heaving and pulsing with her rapid heartbeat. Her rosy nipples swell and she is everywhere in front of me gorgeousness.
I’m so deep inside her now that I can barely keep my eyes pointing forward and my heart within my chest as I suck in the air between us, almost feeling the warmth of her body entering my lungs.
“I’m almost there,” she says. “Oh my god, you feel so beautiful.”
The only response I can give is my breath and the support of my arms as she relaxes her grasp on my shoulders and neck, falling back completely as she gorges herself on thick breaths.
Her legs tense around my body and she’s more vibrant than ever, riding me, held in my arms, free to let her body go and when she comes, I could swear the room brightens a little with the fine layer of sweat making her body glow in front of me.
“More,” she whispers, her legs and arms and every part of her still jerking with pleasure.
I bring my arms back toward me, and I’m already starting to doubt that I’m going to be able to last long enough to bring her there once more before my own ecstasy overwhelms my every sense.
She wraps her arms around my shoulders, her fingers tight against the skin of my back, and I lift my arms over her head, lying back and perpendicular at the waist, she flips her hips forward and back, on and over my erection.
“I’m getting close,” I tell her and she only rides me harder.
“Hang in there,” she says. “This one’s coming on fast.”