Tied for Pleasure

Spread eagle, naked on your new Egyptian sheets, my hands bound above my head to the headboard, my feet spread and tied to either side of the footboard…I am finally yours for the taking, and I am relishing in that fact.

You stand beside me and slowly undress so that I can take in every inch of you as you reveal yourself to me. You start with letting down your beautiful brown mane of hair, it frames your face perfectly. Then you slide off one strap of your dress, then the other. As the silk hits the floor with a hiss, all you can hear is my sharp intake of breath.

I love that you don’t wear underwear. You are so beautiful, perfect breasts with the most exquisite nipples, nipples that are built for sucking. Your trim waist dips delicately to your hips, and then the jack pot, you got a bikini wax for this. God I want to taste you.

I gasp, my whole body tightening as you lick a trail down my neck. Your breath is hot against my ears.

“How does it feel to be tied up baby, knowing that I can do whatever I want to you, and you can’t move?” I shiver and you bend to my neck again, pressing soft kisses to my throat. So tender and sweet it makes tears well in my eyes.

I am beginning to feel needy. You feed off my needs, moving from my neck to my breasts, gathering the globes in your hands. I lift my head to watch, just in time to see you snake your tongue across one nipple, then the other, the cool air left behind makes them stand up even taller and beg for your attention.

Oh God do I want that attention. My nipples ache for your mouth, for the soft touch of your lips. I arch against you, the shock from the heat of your mouth sears me as you cover one nipple, gathering it between your teeth.

I cry out as you flick my nipple with your tongue, suck, and then nibble with your teeth. I feel everything that you do all the way down to my clit, the quivering, building pressure inciting me to lift upward, to feed you my breasts.

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Tied for Pleasure

Spread eagle, naked on your new Egyptian sheets, my hands bound above my head to the headboard, my feet spread and tied to either side of the footboard…I am finally yours for the taking, and I am relishing in that fact.

You stand beside me and slowly undress so that I can take in every inch of you as you reveal yourself to me. You start with letting down your beautiful brown mane of hair, it frames your face perfectly. Then you slide off one strap of your dress, then the other. As the silk hits the floor with a hiss, all you can hear is my sharp intake of breath.

I love that you don’t wear underwear. You are so beautiful, perfect breasts with the most exquisite nipples, nipples that are built for sucking. Your trim waist dips delicately to your hips, and then the jack pot, you got a bikini wax for this. God I want to taste you.

I gasp, my whole body tightening as you lick a trail down my neck. Your breath is hot against my ears.

“How does it feel to be tied up baby, knowing that I can do whatever I want to you, and you can’t move?” I shiver and you bend to my neck again, pressing soft kisses to my throat. So tender and sweet it makes tears well in my eyes.

I am beginning to feel needy. You feed off my needs, moving from my neck to my breasts, gathering the globes in your hands. I lift my head to watch, just in time to see you snake your tongue across one nipple, then the other, the cool air left behind makes them stand up even taller and beg for your attention.

Oh God do I want that attention. My nipples ache for your mouth, for the soft touch of your lips. I arch against you, the shock from the heat of your mouth sears me as you cover one nipple, gathering it between your teeth.

I cry out as you flick my nipple with your tongue, suck, and then nibble with your teeth. I feel everything that you do all the way down to my clit, the quivering, building pressure inciting me to lift upward, to feed you my breasts.

You devour me and I want more.

And you give, moving to my other breast, licking, nibbling, flattening my nipple between your tongue and the roof of your mouth as if you are trying to swallow me.

I want you too. It is like I can’t give you enough of myself.

You move downward, across my rib cage, dipping your tongue in the hollow of my navel, flicking at the jewel there.

“Oh, sweetie, you know how much I like sparklies,” you say as you flick the crystal dangling at my belly button.

You look up at me, your face bathed in the sunlight streaming into the room. Your hair falls over your forehead, thick and wavy, your eyes like a dark ocean, glittering with you desire, heating me from my toes up to my head.

You smooth a hand over the flat planes of my belly, and my muscles jerk in response. You are so close to my sex my clit is quivering, every muscle tensing in anticipation. I am relishing every precious second of your hands skimming my hips, your tongue dipping into my navel, the way you caress my flesh and coax every nerve ending into burning awareness.

Before moving down, between my legs, licking my inner thighs and pressing soft kisses there.

I might die if you don’t put your tongue on my clit, if you don’t suck me, lick me, put your long, manicured fingers inside me, anything to make me come. Right now.

And I want to be untied so I can writhe all over you, grab your head between my hands, and plant my lips on yours, massage your pussy, and make you come. I lift my hips, undulating against your questing mouth.
The first touch of your tongue against my sex is a hot blast, like pressing my pussy against a wet furnace. Then you move upward, then back down again, I let out a moan. I open my legs as wide as they will go, giving you access to my cunt.

“Lick me,” I plead. “Hmm, yes I like that.”

You have a masterful tongue and know just what to do with it. I bucked against your mouth, driving my pussy into your face, racing to a climax I cannot hold back.

But you move away from my clit, slowed the pace, and veered off course. My head shots off the pillow, and I look at you, you have a knowing grin on your face. Before I can beg you to take me, you slide two fingers into my cunt.

“Oh, my God.”

“Awe, baby girl,” you say. “I want you to come for me. I want to bring you pleasure, to taste you, to feel you squeeze my fingers.” You pull back, and then thrust your fingers inside me again. “Come on, baby. Come for me, and let me watch.”

I stare, transfixed, as you plant your mouth over my clit and suck, fucking my pussy with your fingers. Delirious sensations build, then tighten, spiraling uncontrollably ever downward.

Panting, I hold on as long as I can, then released, letting my climax flow through me. You lap along my clit as I come, your fingers stilling as I buck against you and ride out what is the strongest orgasm a woman or man has ever given me. Screams tear from my throat, my limbs shake as I struggle against the ropes binding me, my moisture spills in warm rivulets down my ass as I come and come in torrents the never seem to end.

You withdraw, and untie my wrists and ankles, then draw me against your breasts, allowing your own heart rate and breathing to settle while enjoying the feel of our arms wrapped around one another.