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A Matter of Trust

By: A Matter of Trust



"Sit up," she heard him say.

She obeys and sits up. She feels his mouth on her right nipple again, causing her to sigh with pleasure. She feels him sucking and letting go of her nipple. She moans then as she feels his teeth rake lightly across her nipple.

He pulls away from her nipple and places his hands on her arms.

She feels his lips on her once again. And again, she eagerly returns his kiss. Slowly their lips press against each other. Then their mouths opens and their tongue began exploring each other and each other’s mouths. She could feel his arm moving about her shoulder, holding her. She feels him pull away from their wonderful kiss.

"I want you to lift your legs up and lay down on the bed."

As he instructs her, he guides her with his hands. He feels more of her body weight pressing against his supporting arm. He watches as she presses her hands on the bed and turn slightly as she lifts her legs up from the floor onto the bed. As she leans back, his arm guides her back gently onto the bed.

She sees herself now, laying on her back naked on the bed. A blind fold over her eyes and the cool night air caressing her warm skin. She shivers slightly as he sits next to her on the bed. She feels him lean over and his lips touch her. She kisses him before he kisses her. She hears him moan slightly as he pulls away once more.

She hears him touch the glass of juice again by the way the ice is jiggling against the glass. She waited for him to put the glass to her lips. She is shocked to feel something cold against her lips. She opens her mouth and he slides the ice cube along her bottom lip.

He watches her as he runs the ice cube along her lip. He saw her move, startled at the coldness that touches her lips. He smiled to himself and looked down at the rest of her. He closed his eyes, recalling his promise to her. He looks back up as his finger moved the ice cube.

She feels the ice cube move from her lower lip down to her chin. She shivers against the coldness. Her body continues to tingle at his teasing. She feels him leaning over and kiss her cold lower lip. She returns the kiss as the ice cube moves down from her chin onto her neck. She gasps as he sucks on her cold lower lip as the ice cube moves down the front of her neck. His mouth releases her lower lip and moves down the trail of cold along her skin. She shivers at the feel of his hot mouth against the cold trail along her skin. She follows his lips as his lips follow the ice cube. The ice cube reaches the hollow of her throat and starts to move slowly towards her right breast. His lips moved slowly along, kissing and warming her skin.

She could feel herself arch her back as the ice cube moved along her right breast towards her nipple. She was getting very excited at the feel of the coldness against her skin followed by the warmth of his mouth. She 'watched' as the ice cube moves closer and closer to her nipple. She gasps as the ice cube touched her nipple. Her body shivers as he starts to circle her nipple with the ice cube. His mouth moves slowly along the trail, coming closer and closer to her nipple.

She feels the ice cube moving away from her now very cold nipple. She was hard and his mouth was moving towards her. The ice cube moves down the bottom of her right breast as his lips closes over her cold, hard nipple. She moans at the feel and pushes up against his face. The ice cube trails down towards her belly button. Slowly, his mouth sucks on her nipple. Pulling her in. Warming her with his lips and tongue. She sighs with relief as her nipple is warmed. She shivers again as his lips release her nipple and continues to trail the ice cube. Carefully following the wet trail, he moves his lips towards her belly button. The ice cube moves down from her belly button towards her bush. She could feel her hips moving, moving against the ice cube as it approached her. She could feel his tongue licking her cold belly button. She gasps as he stops moving the ice cube. She feels the coldness melting on her skin right above her bush. She 'sees' his lips moving down from her belly button towards the ice cube. She continues to follow his lips as he reaches the ice cube. Suddenly, the ice cube wasn't pressed against her skin. His lips were gone from her too.

She still feels her hips moving slightly. She could feel him shift along the bed down her side. She feels his hands on her legs, guiding them apart. She opens her mouth, waiting in anticipation.

She could feel him guiding her legs, bending her leg so that her feet were on the bed. She felt his lips then, wet against her inner thigh right above her knee. She feels him moving slowly along her inner thigh, lips trailing. Then she gasps and her hands shot right up to his head. She felt the coldness of the ice cube pressed against her inner thigh. His lips around the ice cube, the tip exposed. The warmth of his lips and the coldness of the ice cube send a tingling sensation up and down her body. Her hands lay on his head as his lips guided the ice cube along her inner thigh. Slowly he moves the ice cube, trailing up her hot skin. She shivers and moans at the feel of his lips and the cold ice cube against her inner thigh, moving up her upper inner thigh towards her pussy. Her hands seem to push as he moves closer to her pussy.

Slowly she feels less and less of the cold against her upper inner thigh. Then it was only his lips. As his lips move close to her pussy, he stops and pulls away. She feels his hands on her hands, pulling her off his head.

He guides her hands over her head and presses them against the pillow.

She feels him getting off the bed. She hears a rustling of material.

"Well, if you're going to insist on using your hands." he said.

She felt his hand touch her left wrist. She could feel the scarf around her wrist as he ties her to arm to the headboard. He didn't tie it tight, just firmly enough to remind her not to move. She could feel him do the same to her other wrist.

She imagined herself again. Naked on the bed, blindfolded. Her arms above her head tied to the bed. On her body, wet trails from a melting ice cube. She thought she must trust him to let him do this to her. Right? She is excited. Excited because she hears him coming back to the bed. Also excited because she cannot wait to see, or feel what is next.

She feels his hands on her, with a soft towel wiping the wetness of the ice cube from her skin. The towel moves from her neck down towards her breast. His lips touch her lips. Kissing once then moves smoothly and softly along her skin. The towel leading the way for his lips, leading a bit more firmly on her skin. She feels the heat of his face over her skin, so close and so far. The touch of his lips, barely touching and so softly kissing sends tiny sparks along her skin. 

As the towel passes over her still wet nipple, she feels his fingers forming around her with the towel. He teases her nipple with the towel, squeezing and pinching a few times. As his lips lightly come upon her breast, the towel releases her nipple and moves down her breast following the trail of wetness.

She is only vaguely aware of the movement of the towel; her focus is on his lips so agonizingly slow in approaching her nipple. She feels the scarves that are tied around her wrists as she realizes that she had been involuntarily trying to touch his head, to guide him directly to her tingling nipple.

The towel moves down to her stomach as his lips lightly touch her nipple. Her hands still pull against the constraints of the scarves as she arches her back, trying to push her breast, her nipple harder against his lips. A sigh or moan escapes her lips; she cannot decide which, as his lips take in her nipple.

His lips press against her breast and nipple.

She arches her back again, this time at the pleasure of his lips squeezing her nipple.

His lips release her nipple but she can still feel the warmth of him near her skin. The towel now moves down between her legs. She moans at the feel of his hand and that of the towel moving down, stroking her. Her legs spread slightly allowing him more access to her. She feels her hips move in response to his hand moving down across her pussy. As her hips move up against his hand, she feels his tongue flick lightly over her nipple. Both sensations cause a gasp to escape her lips.

She feels his tongue tip, moving across her nipple. It sends a bolt of sensual electricity through her. She also feels the towel, rubbing, stroking downward across her clit and pussy. This sends another bolt up and down her body. She was not sure which to press against what. She pulls against the scarves again, hoping to pull more of him on top of her. She moans again as his hand moves up with the towel, up along her pussy and over her clit. She pushes her hips, moving herself, trying to get a rhythm going. His tongue moves across her hard nipple, sending more and more bolts through her. 

His tongue flicks across her nipple once more and stops as his lips press against her breast, over her nipple. His hand presses the towel fully against her pussy. His only movement caused by the gently pushing of her hips.

She waits. She could feel his lips around her nipple. She can feel his hand pressing against her pussy through the towel. She waits still. She almost screamed as his teeth touched her nipple. She can feel his teeth gently raking her nipple. She can also feel his hand, or his fingers pressing against her pussy. She moves her hips, stroking herself with his fingers.

Slowly, she feels his lips now sucking her nipple. Every time his mouth pulls her nipple into him, his hands stroke down along her pussy. Her body trembles lightly at this with every stroke. Her mouth opens as her nipple enters, pulled by his mouth. His hand, moving the towel up and down her pussy.

The towel slides down across her pussy once more and moves across her thigh, following again, the wet trail left by the ice cube. His mouth pulls away from her hard nipple. She feels her body continue to move from the simultaneous sensations of his hot mouth and soft towel.

The towel finishes wiping down her thigh and lifts off her skin. She felt his lips kiss her breast beside her nipple once and pull away.

She waited again, listening for him. She realizes that her body was still moving slightly from his touch and her breathing is only now just slowing down. She turns her head at the direction of a draw opening and closing. She hears him approaching the bed and wonders what he is about to do. She feels his lips on her lips, kissing her once. Then a second time. She feels him pull away.

She feels something touch her nose. It was soft; it tickles her and itches her nose at the same time. It moves up from her nose to the bridge of her nose, and then slowly moves back down. She tries to imagine what it may be. It could be a tissue corner, but it feels too silky. It moves down her nose to her upper lip. It could also be the corner of a silk scarf, but it's too stiff for that.

She feels him running it across her lower lip. It moves slowly from left to right. Then it moves back across. Slowly, it runs back halfway across her lower lip and then down towards her chin. She feels more of it now and realizes it is a feather.

The feather moves down her chin, lightly running along her neck. She arches her back as the feather moves down her chest, carefully between her breasts. It moves around her right breast, trailing the feather's smooth silky fingers along her exposed underside of her breast. She hears herself moan, arching her back more. Her hands tied over her head and her arching back exposes more of the underside of her breasts. She feels the feather moving so slowly across the bottom of her breast. It causes an erotically electrical sensation to run up and down her spine coming directly from the feather through her skin. She moves her body to the left, trying to get more of the feather along her skin. But slowly, he moves the feather, coming from below and over the top of her breast. She waits as the feather circles around and moves down between her breasts again. This time, the feather moves along her left breast, touching lightly across the bottom of her left breast. She pulls at the scarves, wanting to guide his movements. She hears herself whisper something but does not know what she whispered. The feather moves slowly up the left breast around again. He teases her breasts this way, slowly a few more times. Then the feather moves down between her breasts, down past them towards her stomach.

The tiny feathery and silky fingers of the feather move along her skin and circle her belly button. It moves down further and she finds herself spreading her legs, waiting for it to touch her. She could feel him shift as the feather moves. She ignores his movements concentrating on the feather. It slides down past her belly button down across her bush. She could feel her hips moving slightly, moving against the feather. But the feather continues it's teasingly light touch across her skin. She trembles slightly as the tip of the feather touches her clit. It was so soft, she barely felt it. But her mind's eye followed the feather, imagining its movements with the feel of it across her skin. She pictures the feather running lightly around her clit the way it was moving. It's touch so lightly that when she did feel it around her clit, it was shockingly strong. Her body moves with the feather, moves as strongly as any tongue against her. 

The feather moves around her clit once more then down. She could feel one of his hands on her leg, she wasn't sure when he placed it there but she noticed it now. The feather moves down along her pussy lip. Her body continues to move, the sensation of the feather still strong around her clit. Her head was pressed back against the pillow and her hands wrapped around the scarves that are tied around her wrists. She can feel her feet on the bed and her hips moving as the feather moves along her pussy lip. She follows it again with her mind as he runs the feather back up along her pussy lip. She gasps at the feel of it on her clit again. Slowly he circles her clit with the feather again. Then once more. Finally, he moves the feather down her pussy once more. Halfway down, the feather moves away from her pussy towards her left leg. The feather trails across the bridge between her pussy and leg. Lightly running, itching her skin. Then slowly he raked the silky fingers of the feather along her upper inner thigh. Moving slowly down.

As the feather reaches the inside of her left knee, she feels his lips on the inside of her right knee. Slowly she feels both the feather and his lips move up across her legs. His warm breath and soft lips moving up her inner thigh while the silky smooth fingers of the feather moves carefully up her left inner thigh. She opens her mouth again and a moan escapes. She was not sure which to follow, the feather or his lips. Both moved slowly across her skin. Both sent tiny sparks of sensual electricity along her skin up to her pussy. Closer they both move along her skin. As the feather reaches the bridge from her left leg to her pussy, his lips touched the right one. His mouth opens and closes about the bridge. She moans again feeling his hot wet mouth on her skin. She feels him sucking her, pulling against her skin as the feather continues across to her pussy. Lightly the feather moves up along her pussy lip then touches her clit. She moans again as she feels the feather circling lightly as his lips pull against the skin between her leg and pussy. The feather moves lightly around her clit causing her body to move harder. His lips pressing and pulling against her. She feels his tongue against her skin then, slowly flicking against her skin in his mouth. 

"Please," she hears herself say.

The feather continues to circle her clit as his mouth continues to suck against the bridge between her leg and pussy. She pulls against the scarves but they won't come loose. Her head presses against her right arm as her hips push against him, trying to get his mouth to move or the feather to press harder against her.

After another minute or so, her body continues to move. She could hear herself saying 'please' again. She was not sure what she was asking but she knew she wanted to feel more. She gasps as he pulls his lips from her skin. The cool air hitting the wet spot. The feather continues to move around her clit. Her body, her hips continue to move. She feels his hand touch her ass. The feather circles once more and moves away from her clit.

Her body suddenly pushes up, thrusting her hips forward as she felt his lips on her pussy lips. If the scarves weren't around her wrists, she would have grabbed his head. But all she could do was pull on them. She could feel his lips kissing her pussy lips. Moving slowly up. Her body moves against his face. She enjoys the feel of a much firmer sensation against her. She waits as her body moves. She gasps and moans at the same time. His lips touches her clit, kisses it. Then surrounds it. She almost came, the sensation was so strong. She moves her hips harder against his lips. Hoping to cum. She feels his tongue tip moving across her clit. Her head tilts forward and her hands pulling against the scarves. She rocks her hips against him and against his tongue.

"No!" she heard herself scream as he pulls his lips and tongue off her.

Her body still moves vigorously against the remembered sensation of his touch.

"Not yet," she heard him say to her.

The feather moves up past her belly button. She feels him shifting below her. Her breathing still hard and her body still moving. She once again followed the feather moving up to her breast. She felt his lips on her skin above her belly button, moving and following the trail of the feather. Slowly the feather traced up to her left breast. The silky fingers of the feather move up to the underside of her breast and slowly around. His lips follow, moving lightly across her skin to the underside of her breast. She could feel the heat of his body over her as his lips move across the underside of her breast. She tries to push herself up to feel his body against her but he moves slightly, avoiding the touch. 

The feather continues to move lightly around her breast and his lips follow close behind. The feather circles slowly down to her nipple. It rakes lightly across her nipple and she feels his tongue do the same. She shivers at the feel. It moves up away from her nipple, his lips once again following obediently along her skin. The feather moves up to her neck and she feel herself tilting her head back exposing more of her neck. The feather moves up to her chin and his lips lock around her chin, sucking once then releasing. The feather moves up to her lower lip and once again moves across it. Slowly from right to left. His lips touch her lower lip, following the feather and kisses across it.

She feels him then. His body over her. She feels his skin pressing against her skin, lying on top of her. She also felt his hardness against her, between her legs. The underside length of his cock laying over her pussy and clit. Her legs wraps around his legs as his lips press against her lips.

She did not feel the feather anymore, nor did she care about it. She felt him, his hardness pressing against her. Her body is tingling with pent up sexual tension. She could feel the release in the form of his throbbing against her. She knows that he cannot wait either. She feels her body moving against his hardness. The rough and silky feel of his cock against her pussy and clit is just about to push her over. She pulls against the scarves again, now annoyed that she is restrained. She wants to run her hands down his back, to grab his ass and thrust him into her. But no, she cannot touch him. She pulls herself with her legs, moving her hips against him.