2 comments/ 5759 views/ 2 favorites A Night in Three Parts By: indigogaia I tingle, shivering with anticipation as I hear your keys in the lock. Lights are low, candles are burning, music playing softly in the background. Thankfully, dinner is keeping warm in the crock pot. No worrying about setting the house on fire tonight. (the kitchen anyway!) I've been waiting for you to come home all day. Wanting you. Thinking about you. When you finally open the door, I'm standing there holding a glass of wine for you and a note. You walk into the house, drop your bag and take a long look at me. I'm wearing a collection of your favorite items. My sexy librarian glasses, hair in a messy bun, red bra and a soft, black low cut sundress with a billowy skirt, oh and heels that bring me to your exact height. You smile me at appreciatively. I hoping it's because of what I'm wearing and not because of the wine, but it doesn't really matter. The look you give me gets me hot and wet. "Hi handsome," I whisper, holding out the glass of wine. You walk to me, take my other hand and tug me towards you, and we kiss. Our lips meet gently at first, then I nip your lips with my teeth and you growl in that way that drives me even more mad. You pull back, burying your face in my neck, nuzzling and nibbling until I have goosebumps and my nipples start to harden. "Hi, lover," you sigh between nibbles. As difficult as it is, I extract myself from your arms and hand you the wine glass and note. You take a sip, looking quizzically at the note, which has #1 written on it, and then me. I shrug innocently and gesture for you to sit down in your armchair. You unfold the note and see that the word OBEY is neatly written in block letters. You look me in the eyes and smirk. Again, I smile innocently. You start to say something, but I climb onto the chair and straddle your legs. I lift the edges of my sundress to drape around you and you catch the briefest glimpse of the thin black, sheer panties I'm wearing. Placing my index finger against my mouth, I whisper "Shhhhhh" as I wink slowly at you. I slide my finger over and around my lips making sure I have your full attention before my tongue slides out to wet it,. Keeping my eyes locked on yours, my finger slips slowly between my lips and out again even slower. I place my hot, wet finger against your lips, teasing and pressing. "Come closer," I urge, bringing my head towards yours. We kiss slowly. I love the feel of your lips, the way you slide your tongue out to meet mine and the the taste of your skin, slightly salty and smelling of cool, crisp outdoors. Somehow you find the presence of mind to put down the wine glass and the note flutters to the carpet. Your hands slide into my hair tugging it free from the messy bun and I shake it loose. I can feel you getting hard beneath me. I adjust my positioning so I can feel even more and when I do, you groan with pleasure. "Yes, baby?" I tease you, "What do you need?" punctuating every word with a kiss. You move your hands to my breasts, fanning your fingers over them, squeezing softly. "These," you whisper, "I want these. Now." "Oh really?" I say, "Too bad you're not the boss" I lean over, pressing my breasts more fully into your hands, reaching down to pick up the note card and dangle it in front of your face. I slide myself off your lap, purposefully with more bumping and grinding than actually necessary and stand next to your chair holding out my hand. "Stand up and strip," I tell you. You look at me with narrowed eyes and start to protest. "Stand up and strip" I repeat more firmly, tapping the card on my palm. "Fine." You stand up and I promptly take your place in the chair. I scoot back, smooth my skirt down around me and watch you eagerly. Kicking off your shoes and stepping out of your socks takes just a moment and then you're taking off your shirt. I'm watching you, you're watching me. Your fingers easily undo the belt buckle and you wink at me. I laugh. We're both thinking the same thing. I kneel on the chair so you can lean down and kiss me. My hands rest on your waistband and fingers slip inside. I feel you jump. "Sorry love, cold fingers" I exhale. "It's not the cold, it's you. I love feeling your hands on me," you squeeze out before our lips meet again. My hands travel across the front of your pants, feeling your arousal. The heat, the hardness, the pulsing. I slide my hands up and down the length of you, slowly and then more quickly. You moan with pleasure and move yourself out of my reach. I pout but only until I see you unzip and push down your pants and boxers and step out of them. It's a good thing I'm already sort of sitting down because the sight of your naked body makes my knees weak. We lock eyes again, speaking wordlessly, smiling that secret smile only lovers understand. I reach out to touch you, sliding my fingers over your erection, tugging you closer. I lean towards you, breathing in your scent, caressing you with my hair and the side of my face, and place my mouth against your hip, flicking my tongue on that spot I know you adore. I feel your knees buckle and the intake of your breath. "Oh, God," you whimper, "that feels amazing." I place one hand on that hip for balance and the other I place between your legs, cupping you. I love the weight and feel of them in my hand, I can tell you're getting even harder, the more I lick and massage you. I lean back and look up at you and see that you are watching me. I smile and blow a kiss to you. "I want you to touch yourself while I'm occupied with these other parts of you," I say, "and I want you to keep watching me." You nod and start stroking yourself, never taking your eyes off me. I start making big long licks up the side of your hip.I can feel you stroking next to my face and sometimes I even feel your knuckles brushing my cheek. I slide my mouth down the inside of your leg, licking, kissing, nibbling. I am still cupping you in my hand, and I can't resist sucking them into my mouth one at a time. You groan and stop stroking for a moment to catch your breath. You look down at me sucking you and I loudly express my enjoyment. I move to your other leg, kissing my way up your hip and electrifying you on this side. I turn my head to watch you and realize you are so incredibly hard. I can see drops of moisture leaking from your cock, I move my face closer to your hands and stick my tongue out. As you stroke, I start licking you. You move closer to get more of my mouth on you and sigh with pleasure as my tongue meets your fingers too. I can tell it's not enough for you, that you want more, need more so I reposition myself in front of you. "I want to suck you until you come," I purr, "baby, let me taste you." I open my mouth and wait for you to slide inside. You groan again as you carefully push yourself into my waiting mouth. I moan with pleasure as I feel your hot hardness fill me. My tongue slides over you, still brushing your fingers as you pump in and out. I use my teeth to scrape you softly...all the way out....all the way in. I pull your hands off and place them on the sides of my head. I want you to control the rhythm so I can concentrate on making you come. I place my hands on your hips and pull you closer, deeper, I want to take in as much of you as I can. Deep, slow, hard. Then soft nibbles and licks. I start cupping you again in my hand, massaging you, squeezing gently, tugging. I can hear you breathing harder, moaning more. I take my mouth off you and start stroking you quickly. "Come on baby, come for me," I urge you. "Look at me. I love this. I love making you feel amazing. Excited. Horny. I love knowing you're going to come all over me. I love knowing that I'm going to lick you clean afterwards." You groan again, "Baby" is all you manage. I put just the tip of you in my mouth, sucking hard and doing a twisty, stroking motion with my hand. My tongue slips lower to lick that sensitive area, softly at first, then harder. I'm getting so turned on, my panties are soaked and I'm squirming. "I'm gonna come, baby," you gasp and pull back. I keep holding you and licking now from bottom to top like an ice cream cone. Long, big licks with short fast strokes. "Come, lover" I coo between sucks. You moan one last time and then come with a hard shudder. You look like you're about to fall over, so I swap places with you on the chair. You lean your head back, close your eyes and place your hand on my head. Leaning forward, I continue stroking you for a short while and lick you clean, as I promised. Then you pull me up into your arms and wrap them around me. We lay tangled together in the chair for a few minutes, breathing heavily, and then I tug you up. "You're not done yet, lover," I say. "More?" "Yep. Didn't that note card have #1 written on it?" "Yes," you draw out, "how many more are there?" "Oh, just two more, but until you find the next one, you're still on OBEY mode. Sooooo, unbutton my sundress." "Gladly!" You start unbuttoning, brushing your fingers and hands over my aching breasts. I try to control my breathing, but you can tell I'm turned on. Finally you slip the dress off my shoulders and down my arms trapping them against the sides of my body. You grin wickedly at me, stroking your fingers up and down my cleavage, leaning down and nuzzling them with your face. "Kiss them," I gasp. You lean closer, placing soft kisses on the upper part of my chest, nibbling soft bites, laving with your tongue to soothe and then sliding over to a new place. This continues for an indeterminate amount of time, days, weeks, years...I have no idea until you tug me to my feet, turn me around and start to unhook my bra. While you're kissing the back of my neck, and working on those hooks, I reach into my bra and pull out a second note card. You look over my shoulder as I'm pulling it out and I can feel you laughing silently. As you unhook the last clasp my bra falls to the floor and my breasts tumble free into my waiting hands. You reach around me and pluck the note from my fingers. It says #2. "I love you," I say. "I love you," you reply. "Open it" I give one last order. First, you turn me back around to face you and you hold my face in your hands and kiss me soundly. Then you open the note. And grin. Of course I already know what it says, but you show it to me anyway. In the same block lettering it says MAKE ME BEG. A Night in Three Parts Ch. 02 I know I'm in trouble the minute I look at your face. Your eyes hold the gleam of challenge and your smile is of one who knows he's already won the war. Bending down, you pick up the wine glass and then take my hand leading me out of the living room towards the back of the house. Opening the door to our bedroom, candlelight still flickers on the walls and the scent of sandalwood lingers in the air. There's enough light to see but not enough to feel self-conscious. Our bed is in the middle of the room, covered with a fluffy down comforter and lots of puffy pillows. The headboard is made of slats decorated with a few randomly tied scarves. I smile thinking of previous nights spent here. We're standing at the foot of the bed, facing each other. You sip some wine and hold out the glass to me. I take a drink and place the glass on the dresser. I start to slide my dress off, since it's halfway off me anyway. Shaking my hips, the dress drops to the floor and I step out of it, kicking it out of the way. I'm still wearing my heels and black panties. I lift my arms to the ceiling and stretch fully. My breasts lift and you move close behind me and cup them with your hands. I purr and arch my back, circling my arms around your head. I scoot back into you and wiggle my body appreciatively. "Mmmmm baby," I sigh. Your hands are massaging and squeezing my breasts gently, your fingers brush my nipples slowly, rhythmically, purposefully. Each time they pass over them, my nipples grow harder. The air is chilly in the room and your touch makes me hot and cold simultaneously. You start tugging and pulling my nipples with your fingers, lightly scraping your nails over them. Shaking and mewing with pleasure, I reach my hands down and cover yours. I sigh loudly as you kiss the side of my neck. Lifting my hair away, you suck on the area below my ear and bite, not softly. "Ouch!" I say, lightly smacking your hip. "Sorry baby," you mumble as you continue to bite with a little less ferocity. Your mouth moves to the back of my neck...my own personal electric spot. I can't help but squirm as your warm tongue touches my skin and your lips travel between my shoulder blades. My squirming is definitely causing a reaction and I can feel you getting hard again. You move away from me. I start to take off my shoes and you stop me. "Leave them on," you say. "But my feet hurt," "I'll take them off soon. Be patient." "Ok," I say, sticking my tongue out at you. You gesture for me to lay down on my back and you climb on the bed next to me. You prop yourself up on an elbow, lean over and kiss me. Your hand caresses my breasts again as we kiss for minutes. Tongues tangle, teeth nibble, wide, open mouth kisses with the sounds of mutual enjoyment. Tearing your mouth from mine you start kissing down my chin, my neck, across my collarbone. You spend a long time kissing each breast, starting at the outside, working your way in. Your hand is always working on the one not occupied by your mouth, but you never touch either of my nipples with your fingers or mouth. I'm getting more and more turned on by the minute and the anticipation of waiting for you to suck my nipples is a sweet torture. Finally, you lean over and place your mouth on one of my nipples. I sigh in relief as you close your lips and suck. Your tongue laps and flicks and it feels amazing. "Mmmmm. Yes," I breathe, closing my eyes in pleasure. You bite, again not softly, and I feel it in the center of my body. It's a jolt of pleasurable pain that makes me gasp. Crossing to my other breast you give it the same methodical attention. I'm definitely squirming on the bed now. I'm so wet, my panties are practically useless. Sliding down my body, you pause to kiss all the parts of me I really dislike: belly, hips, thighs. I love that you love my body, full of quirks as it is. You hook your fingers in the sides of my panties and tug them down my legs. Slipping them over my shoes, I laugh when they get stuck on my heels. "See, this is why they should be off," I taunt you. Now you're the one sticking out your tongue. You examine my panties, paying close attention to how wet and saturated they are. You smile at me with that sexy grin that makes me blush. Taking one of my shoes you slowly slip it off. You use your strong fingers to massage the arch of my foot and my heel and then take the time to rub each toe. "Ooohhhh, God," I moan, "don't stop." You laugh, "I'm going to pretend that wasn't the begging." I'm oblivious at this point and when you remove my other shoe and massage that foot, I'm making some pretty obscene noises. Lifting my legs, you, bend down and lick the inside ankle of my right leg sliding your mouth up inch by inch, licking until you reach my calf. You start massaging it and nibbling the side. Turning your attention to my other leg, you do the same thing, traveling up to the inside of my left knee. Kiss. Lick. Kiss. Lick. I sigh in pleasure and pull a pillow down to put under my head. I'm torn between relaxing and enjoying the moment and wanting to watch you. Pleasure wins this battle and I focus on feeling you kiss your way up my body. As you move up my legs, you spread them apart enough to give your body room to stretch out. By the time you get to my inner thighs, I'm so relaxed, but incredibly turned on. Every part of my body is buzzing and pulsing with energy. I'm dying for you to touch me, but I'm not breaking yet. You scoot closer to me and place my feet flat on the bed with my knees up. You push my legs apart a little and I feel the cool air touching my wet skin. You kiss the inside of my thighs, one at a time and then I feel your finger exploring me. You lightly trace my opening and coat your palm with my wetness. Sighing with pleasure I bite my lower lip and arch my back silently encouraging you to explore more. You place your hand over me and press down, your other hand reaches over and I feel one finger slowly enter me. I let out the breath I've been holding. "Aaahhhhhh," I moan. You draw your finger out even slower and then slide it back in, farther, this time. You pull out a little quicker, but by no means fast. I whimper and move my hips toward you. You tease me by putting just the tip of your finger in and sliding it in and out quickly, then faster than I can react, you slip two fingers inside me. "Oooooh, baby," I cry. Time passes, no idea how much, but we're laying on the bed, in the dark, cool, room while you tease me with your hands. I blindly reach for your other hand and press your fingers around my clit. Slow, deep rubbing. It's not always speed, it's pressure and rhythm, and my hips are helping set the pace. "More, baby, I need more" I blurt out, between moans of pleasure. "What do you want, lover?" you whisper. "I want to feel you filling me. Put another finger in me, please." You slide your fingers out of me and I could almost cry. I feel so empty. But before I can protest, I feel your hot tongue occupying the same area. Your fingers spread me apart and your tongue enters me and licks all the way up to my clit. My back arches and I groan loudly. You put your lips around my clit and suck hard and I almost float to the ceiling. I grab the back of your head, holding you in place while I grind my hips. You quickly climb up my body and kiss me. I can taste myself on your tongue. I wrap my legs around your waist and feel your erection pressing against me. If I move just a little in the right way, you'll slip inside. Instead, you grind yourself against me. We both moan in pleasure. You whisper in my ear, asking again, "What do you want, lover?" "I want you to lick me while your fingers are inside me. I want you to make me come with your fingers and tongue." "As you wish, baby," you promise, kissing your way back down my body. You settle back down between my legs, kissing and stroking me. You slip one finger back inside me and start sliding it in and out, you add another finger and I moan. I feel your tongue licking me, slowly, softly, then pressing against my clit, rolling over it, flicking your tongue. The pressure is incredible. You start sucking hard and soft, and blowing air and more flicking. Your fingers start moving in and out of me faster and then I feel you slide a third finger inside. "Baby, baby, baby. Yes. Please. Harder. Faster. More," I cry. My muscles start to tense, I feel the hot and cold sensation that tells me I'm going to come. My fingers start tugging my nipples. Suddenly you pull your fingers out and take your mouth off me. I'm kind of in shock but before I can react, you spread me apart and plunge your tongue deep inside me. "Ohh, fuck! That feels good," I moan. You place two fingers on either side of my clit and you press them together and start rubbing, fast and hard. My hips start to shake and buck. "Jesus, baby, I'm gonna come!" I whimper. You lick me deeper, fingers moving faster with more pressure. My legs tense up, toes are pointed and I can't breathe. I feel your tongue pull out of me, and know you're watching me come apart. "Come, baby, come for me," you urge, still rubbing me with your fingers. I feel hot, cold, buzzing. I can't contain the sensation that I need to explode. I can sense it building and I just let myself feel it take over. My whole body spasms and I'm shaking uncontrollably. I put my hands over yours, stilling it. I'm still shaking. You crawl up next to me and we wrap our arms around each other and kiss softly. "That was amazing," I whisper. "Just think," you say, "There's still another note." I smile and point to your pillow. "Look under there." You pull out the third note card and open it. We read it together. To Be Continued... A Night in Three Parts Ch. 03 TRUST ME Those are the words written on the third and final note that you're holding in your hand. You shoot a look at me filled with a million unasked questions and more than a hint of anxiety. Holding your gaze and smiling gently, I whisper, "I'd never hurt you." You smile gently in response. "I'm not afraid of you." Curling the note back and forth in your hands, you sit down on the bottom of our bed expelling a breath. I sit next to you and put my hand on your knee. "Talk to me," I urge. You look down at the note, now folding the corners down sighing, "I'm afraid of...." your voice trails off. "Of what, honey?" "I don't know how I'd react to....what you want to do." I can't help but smile. "You make it sound so dirty," I say with a wink and a leer. "I just want to tie you up a little." "How exactly is one tied up 'a little'?" you ask, bumping my shoulder with yours. I lean over and kiss your shoulder, "How about we start with baby steps so that you can get comfortable with the idea of being restrained? We'll use one scarf this time, very loosely, hmm, how about not even tied. How does that sound?" "Safe word?" you ask. "Good idea. What are you thinking?" "Hmmm," you say, "artichoke." "Where did that come from?" You shrug. "I dunno. It's a food I don't like. There's no natural, or unnatural, reason for me to utter the word artichoke while we're making love." I raise my eyebrow and glance sideways at you, "Ok, weirdo." "Hey, you're the one who wants to tie me up. I think you're the weirdo." "Seriously? This is pretty low on the 'weird things I want to do to you' meter. Now, shush and kiss me." I grin rakishly at you. Tossing the now crumpled note to the floor, you pull me towards you and kiss me. Even though we've been making love for hours, it's like we just started. I'm giddy. Excited. Turned on. Your touch does something to me I've never experienced with another lover. The brush of your skin against mine gives me goose bumps and makes my nipples erect. You know exactly how to build up my response. Starting slowly you kiss me softly, running your tongue over my lower lip. In an unconscious reaction, my lips start to open and you slowly slide your tongue inside exerting a slight pressure. Using my lips, I suck your tongue and hold it inside my mouth teasing it with my own. I love that we both love kissing. It's not just a means to an end, for us kissing is not foreplay, it's a way to slow down and maintain a connection. Every time we kiss it's like the first time. There's that tingle in my stomach, the shiver down my spine, the breathless anticipation waiting for your lips to touch mine, or kiss my neck, or nibble on my ear. Yes, making love is incredible, amazing, complete, but this...when we're kissing, this is when I feel closest to you. I pull myself away from you, stand up and hold out my hand to you. You take it and I tug you up off the edge of our bed. I walk over to the headboard and start untying the scarves. "Remember this one?" I ask holding up a piece of navy blue sheer fabric. You waggle your eyebrows at me laciviously, "Hah. Perv." I throw it at you. I untie a multicolored scarf and drape it across my neck. Kneeling with one leg on the bed, I stretch to reach the white gauzy scarf hanging in the middle of the headboard. Suddenly, I feel you leaning into me, pressing your body against mine. Wrapping your arms around my waist, your hands slid up to capture my breasts, circling your palms over my nipples. "Ahhhh," I sigh as I push back into you. I wiggle my ass against you as your erection grows quickly. I pull my other knee up on the bed and start crawling to the middle. You have to either let go or follow me. Wisely, you follow me. As I'm reaching to untie another scarf, you rub your face back and forth across my back. I love that feeling. Your raspy stubble drives me wild. I know you can feel my nipples getting harder because you start to pinch and tug on them lightly. When we're both in the center of the bed, I kneel up and back against your body. Tipping my neck to give you better access, I feel your breath heating my skin. Your tongue is so close I can feel its heated moisture. You lick my neck, barely touching. Lips follow so softly and then your teeth are biting, nipping really. Not hard, just enough to feel it. "Harder." I whisper. I feel you smile against my neck and then you suck instead of bite. Your tongue laves my skin. It's almost hypnotic the effect you have on me. I'm lost in a myriad of sensations, your fingers teasing my nipples, your mouth savoring my neck, your body providing me with support, warmth, safety and more than a hint of promise. Sliding my hand behind my back I grasp your cock and caress it stroking up and down firmly. You push lightly on my shoulders and I lean forward and put my hands on the bed. You rub against me and I moan with pleasure. Slowly you slide inside me and I stretch like a cat, arching my back and releasing, pushing back into you as you pump in and out of me. I slide my upper body down on the bed and stretch my arms out in front of me gripping the sheet tightly. Your hands move down to rest on my hips and you increase your speed. Propping myself up on my elbows I look back at you and mouth, "Fuck me, baby," because I know that drives you wild. You wink, blow a kiss and starting fucking me, hard. I love you the way you feel. I need to feel more of you touching me, so I start pushing up off the bed and back up against you until I'm kneeling with my body pressed against you. We move slowly so you can stay inside me the whole time. I pull your hands around me, so you are holding my breasts. My arms lift up and back and wrap around your head, holding you closer to me. You slide in and out of me in a controlled motion that is very quickly driving me mad. I reach one hand out in front of me to grab onto the headboard for support and my other hand caresses down your side and around to my clit rubbing slowly matching your pumping rhythm It takes me a while to realize you are trying to distract me from my evil plan, crafty man that you are. I let you fuck me for a while longer so that you think you are winning, wonderful woman that I am, plus it feels so damn good, that I don't want to stop you. But I really want to tie you up, so I reluctantly pull myself away from you and put some distance between us. "Nice try, devil," I laugh, "now, get your sexy body over here." I point in the direction of the headboard. Want," you say. "Need." "Where do you want me to be?" I motion for you to move around me and sit against the headboard. Propping a few pillows behind you for comfort, I take one of your arms and place it at the top of a slat in the headboard, I curl your fingers around the slat and squeeze. "Honey, hold on here, if you promise to hold on, I won't even tie the scarf. I'll just wrap it around your wrist. You'll be able to remove your hand at any time. So technically, you're not tied up at all, just held in place with the scarves." While I'm talking, I wrap one of the scarves around the slat securing your wrist to the bed. "Test it out, give it a tug and see how quickly you can get out of it." You easily pull your arm out of the scarf and wrap it around my neck pulling me closer to you. "I love you," you say. I rest my forehead against yours. "I love you." Making quick work of securing your hands to the bed with two filmy, soft scarves, I sit back and ogle you. "You are so incredibly handsome. Your body makes me weak in my knees every time I see you." Crawling to your feet, I move your legs apart so I can lie between them. Resting my arms over your thighs and I lean over letting the tip of my tongue dance along your cock, we make eye contact and I whisper, "Artichoke, baby, that's your word, ok? We'll stop as soon as you're uncomfortable." "I'm not uncomfortable now," you waggle your eyebrows at me lasciviously. Licking you, feeling you in my mouth, knowing that I'm turning you on, making you squirm with pleasure exhilarates me. I love having your hard, wet cock in my mouth. I love knowing that I merely have to touch my tongue to just the right spot and you moan. I lean over you so that I can slide you deeper into my mouth. My lips lock onto your cock and I use the pressure of my tongue and my lips to massage it up and down. I like it messy. I like it loud, making sure you fully understand how much I enjoy this. When you're in the sitting position, it's easy to make eye contact with you and that connection just makes me feel sexier. You're working hard to keep your hands on the headboard even though I know you are dying to touch me. Your fingers wiggle with restraint as I wink at you, while slowly pulling my mouth off of you. My lips are still tightly locked and when I get to the tip of your cock, I run my tongue around and around sucking hard. As much as I love sucking your cock, and believe me, I do, I really want to fuck you, especially since you're tied so delightfully to our bed so I reluctantly pull myself away from you and lean down to kiss the part of your body where your leg meets your hip, the electric spot that makes your whole body shudder like you've been buzzed.. A long, hot slow lick is followed by nibbling bites and pretty soon you're struggling hard to keep your grip on the headboard. "You. Are. Wicked" you growl. I smile while kissing my way to your other leg. Then I crawl up your body with my legs straddling you the entire way, rubbing myself against you. I'm so wet that I'm leaving trails of moisture on your body. My upper body is pressed against yours, and I'm resting lightly on top of your cock, squirming just enough to create warm, moist friction. Leaning forward to kiss you, my tongue slides inside your mouth. We trade licks, slow ones, fast ones, light ones, not so light ones. My hands caress your chest, tweaking your nipples with my fingernails. Pulling away from you, I rub my face against yours like a cat and my mouth finds its way to your ear. My teeth slip into the hypnotic rhythm of nibbling and sucking your earlobes. I whisper, "In about twenty seconds, I'm going to slide down on your cock until you are as deep inside me as you can be and then I'm going to fuck you harder than you've ever been fucked before." I feel your body jump underneath me as I say these words and my tongue flicks the spot behind your ear. You lift up your body and rub against me and it's my turn to shudder. Your mouth captures mine as your body caresses mine. I curl my upper body up and away pressing into you with my lower body, my head lifts up and you bite my neck in that way that completely drives me mad. "Ten," you breathe with a sharp, pleasurable bite to the left side of my neck. I say, "Nine." arching my neck to give you better access. "Eight. Kiss me," "Seven. Are you ready? Do you want to feel how wet and hot I am from the inside?" I ask between kisses. "Six," you hiss with a slight whimper to your voice. "Five. Tell me, lover. Tell me what you want." "Four." You latch on to the front of my neck, sucking hard enough to leave your mark. "Fuck me, baby." "Three. Love you..." "...always. Two" Eyes locked, our lips barely touching. My hips lift up and I feel you pushing down into the bed, ready to be inside me. "One," we whisper together as I slowly slide down on you. I can't control the strangled moan I breathe out. My hands reach out to hold on to the headboard and I start sliding up and down setting our rhythm. I know you can't do much for leverage since your hands are still firmly attached to the headboard so I take care of that. The only sounds in the room are our expressed breaths and the moist sounds of making love. I experiment with tightening my muscles as I pull and and push down, squeezing my legs tightly against yours. "I want to fuck you from behind. Move." You thrust your hips up for emphasis, which feels amazing and may not have the effect you desired because I certainly don't want to move. "Want me to untie the scarves?" "Hell no, I just want to move. Will you adjust them for me?" We maneuver clumsily with excessive rubbing and caressing and body grinding plus laughing and giggling until you are on your knees with your arms crossed and I'm in front of you bumping my ass against your erection. While having you at this disadvantage is enticing, I know your arms are not in the most comfortable position so I untie your scarves and let you reposition your arms a little higher on the headboard. I retie the scarves and realize that you have an even smaller range of motion. Of course this means that you just have to get really close to me and stay that way. Rubbing your cock against my ass, you whisper, "Lean forward, lover." I obey, placing both of my hands on the headboard close to yours as you roll your hips until your cock is just at the entrance of my pussy. You tease me a little by sliding just the tip of your cock inside me and then pulling out. Each time you slide in a little deeper and continue to pull out. I tighten my hands on the headboard and growl in frustration. I start moving my hips back into you forcing you to penetrate me deeper. You chuckle, "Impatient?" "Uh, huh. Baby, please....deeper." We move together seamlessly, thrusting, pulling back, thrusting again. I know you're pretty close but I'm ready for one more switch up. Reaching my hands back, I still your hips. "Are your knees ok, honey? Want to put a pillow under them?" You nod and I disentangle from you. I have to slide under your arms to lift each of your knees to set the pillows in place. While I'm grabbing the pillows, I take a bottle of almond oil out of the "Pleasure Drawer" next to our bed. Scooting closer, I kneel up so that I can wrap my breasts around your cock and I pour the oil all over us. The feel of you covered in oil sliding between my breasts is incredible. You pump longer strokes and I tip my head down and lick the crown of your cock each time you thrust. I'm teasing you now, moving my head back so you can't slide too far into my mouth. Now you're the one growling in frustration because if your hands were free you'd be able to control my head. My favorite thing is to watch your face when I'm sucking your cock. It's a powerful thing, to see that kind of passion on you love's face and know that you are responsible for it. Stroking you with my hands now, I use pressure and rhythm to build your reaction. I know you're close because you start blowing out air in short, staccato breaths and your ass tightens. "Wanna come?" I draw out teasingly.. "NO! Stop, slow...slow....slow down. I want to be inside you when I come. Untie me." "You didn't say artichoke." "Because I'm not uncomfortable.. We just don't have time to tie me back up, so I'll hold on, I promise, but I want you to ride me until I come inside you." I untie your arms and you settle back in place grabbing onto the headboard with the pillows behind your back. I climb back on you with much less fanfare this time and ease myself down onto your cock. Gyrating my hips, I grind myself against you. My clit buzzes from indirect pressure and I move faster relishing the build up. "Touch me," you hiss and I run my hands up and down caressing your chest. Words are lost between us as we make love in the dark. "Honey, I'm so close," I breathe. "I love you so much. Let go and touch me. I need to feel your hands on my body. Want you to feel what you do to me. Please." Reaching up, you pull my face down toward yours and kiss me deeply, lips moving, tongues tangling frantically. Sensing my orgasm building, I grab your hands and lean over you, pushing your arms into the bed. "More. Harder. Deeper," I pant, begging you to push me over the edge. "Lover," you groan with each thrust. "Ahhhh. Damn you feel so fucking good." Your movements increase in speed until I feel you climax inside me. Wrestling a hand free from my grip you slide it between our bodies to rub my clit. "Come for me baby, let go," you urge as I come. I collapse on top of you, both of us breathing hard. You roll me over so we are on our sides facing each other. Foreheads together, lips touching. "See. Tying you up wasn't so bad, was it?" I tease you. "Nope. I might even let you do it again." "Might?" "Ok, more than might," you grudgingly admit. "I love you." "I love you." "Always." "Forever." The End