1 comments/ 6680 views/ 4 favorites Paris Bound By: Paris Bound She hated being tickled. Hated it. A sad feeling had rolled around her stomach when she realized he was touching her with a feather. They were lovers but he might not know she hated being tickled. Their physical knowledge of each other was stolen in dribs and drabs at random and too soon over meetings. Stolen knowledge lead to chains and plucked out livers. That thought added to her sadness. As he continued the sadness faded. She did not feel like she was being tickled. She lost herself for a time trying to decide what it did feel like. The touch itself was vanishingly soft and contained yet she seem to feel throughout her body. Her arousal, which had waned while she was being positioned on the bed, roared back to life. Her lower belly cramped and she could almost imagine she felt her sex pulsing. She pulled her mind away from analysis and re-focused on feeling. Trying to feel led her to think about trying to feel and how it distracted her from feeling. She need to feel without feeling, which was all very Zen and struck her as funny. If Zen was taught with a feather, tied naked on a bed, she might have to consider changing churches. Paul had to be struck blind, her epiphany came from the tip of a feather. Was there a sermon there? Okay, now that was funny. She was sprawled nude in her lover's hotel room wondering about sermons. She started to giggle but bit it off. If she got started she'd never be able to stop. She hid the truncated giggle in a feather-induced shiver. Finished tracing her lips, the right side of them anyway the feather hesitated. She thought of it as "the feather" now, as if it was a living entity, not a dead thing wielded by her lover. The feather hesitated as it ponder its next move. It drew the lines of her neck muscle, including the little V where it split near her collarbone. Soft staccato dabs adding shading. It moved from her neck to shoulder across the top of her collarbone and returned to mid-chest along the underside. It was the dip into the hollow of her neck that caused the shiver. The feather stopped for a moment and she could sense its concern. She continue her slow breathing and soon the feather began to draw her body once more. The feather drew a steady line down the right side of her sternum, angling to complete one side of the triangle of bone at its tip. The feather moved up slightly and began to move toward her side, following the bottom of her rib cage. She tensed, expecting her breast to be touched but the feather tilted, avoiding her breast and the hard knot of her nipple. It finished the line were her ribs meet the mattress. It worked its way up her side drawing rib after rib. This was as close to tickling as it had been. At her armpit her ribs lay hidden under the tail of her breast and she tensed. The feather hesitated then began to move in a semicircle inscribing the lower border of her breast. It moved in such a way as to avoid touching the breast itself. For the first time she felt real frustration. As if reading her thoughts the feather began to dance along the side of her breast, completing the shadowing before moving to her aureola. When the feather touched she nearly pulled free. Her muscles bunched and the feather stopped. She relaxed and the feather completed its maddening circle. Her nipples screamed to be touched or let loose, anything but this continued aching. They were not. The feather drew a quick line from her chest to pubis, stopping only to circle her belly button and dip into its shadow. That was almost as frustrating as the aureola. The line across her pubis, feather trailing across skin still sensitive from being shaved, was worse. Quickly filling in the few shadows of her belly the feather hit a spot that caused her stomach muscles to contract and the ache deep in her belly grew. Her lover's weight left the bed and she started to raise her head but settled it back before he spoke. She heard him move to the opposite side of the bed. The feather touched the inside of her left arm and the whole process began again with the added spice of anticipation. The feather completed its drawing of the left side of her torso and paused. Her breathing paused with it. This pause was longer and she again considered opening her eyes. Reading her mind the feather touched. It swirled around her right nipple and then brushed across it. For the first time she wished she were actually tied. It would have been a relief to strain against her cords without actually pulling them free. Her body roared. For a moment she thought she had had an orgasm. As she drew in a breath the feather did its dance around her left nipple. As if knowing one more touch would tip her over the edge it lifted free of her skin. She felt the mattress shift as he repositioned himself on the bed, not touching her, allowing her desire to seep back into her bones, still trapped, still tied. ---------- He jerked the feather away from her nipple as much to hide the way his hand was shaking as to keep her from cumming. Her body pulsed with passion. There wasn't a New Age bone in his body but he swore that out of the corner of his eye he could see waves of purple and red ripple across her body. The broke around her nipples and belly button, tattooing his lover's body with refraction patterns that coalesced just below the patch of hair that guarded her clit. If he turned to look they disappeared. He need a break or he would cum watching her. He deliberately slowed his breathing as her body slowly relaxed back into the bed. She had barely budged the bra and robe sashes that held her to the bed. He was impressed at her control. When he was sure his hand was steady he shifted toward her feet. He gazed at her strong legs before rising and moving once more around the bed. He sat on the corner near her right foot. For the first time since they had started she spoke. "Not my feet, please. Not the bottoms anyway." He answered by kissing the top of her foot. He used the side of the feather this time. He drew it from the tips of her toes to the ankle, careful not to touch the bottom. He worked his way up the outside of her leg, working in broad impressionistic strokes, not the fine detail work he had used for her face and arms and torso. He spent a little more time around the knee, before reaching across and repeating the process for the leg leg. He turned and knelt beside her leg, careful not to touch her with his body. Starting at the crest of her hip he began to draw once more. He worked to the crease that joined her leg to her sex but touched only her leg. He struggled to avoid staring at her pussy. Her juices ran down the swollen lips. The sheet was wet under her. It was a glorious sight but one he could lose himself in. His one concession was to lean close over her thigh, eyes closed and inhale, deeply and loud enough for her to hear. If he could bottle that scent he'd be a rich man. The world would pay him to keep it secret, lest all commerce grind to a halt in an orgy of fucking. He sniffed again and though he heard her groan deep in her throat. Enough. He climbed off the bed and stooped over the bag, retrieved the items he was looking for and laid them on the bed. He opened the top of drawstring bag, squeezed the plastic wrap packet in his hand and dropped it in. He added the final items and pulled the drawstring closed. He walked around the end of the bed, carrying the bag in one hand. He stopped at the desk and picked up the ice bucket, setting in on the bedside table. Kneeling beside her left leg he finished quickly sketched her left thigh. He had planned to roll her over and repeat the process on her back but he no longer believed he had the stamina. Only one area left. Her cunt. Or her sex. Or her pussy. Whatever one elected to call it that was where the feather alighted next. He started on the outside and worked his way inward. Heavier strokes in the dark shadowed junction of her thighs and lower, where her butt flattened out. He let the feather grow wet and heavy in order to delve beyond the surface. He finished with a few quick strokes around her clitoris, watching her belly and stopping when he saw the muscles tense. He ran the now wet feather up and down her cleft a half dozen times waiting for her breathing to slow. When it did he lay along her side, not touching her. He lowered his face to hers. She kept her eyes closed. He inhaled. It was hard to smell himself on the red scarf. He sniffed so that she would know how close he was. When he was sure he had her attention he held the wet feather between their faces and inhaled deeply as his lover did the same. He was growing too impatient to linger. He lay the feather beside her head and turned to the table. He picked up the drawstring bag and felt it. He nodded to himself and set it down on the bed. He took the lid off the ice bucket and used the tongs to pick up a piece of ice. He did not want his hands to be cold when he touched her. He put the piece of ice in his mouth and began to move it around with his tongue. He pulled the bag closer and reached inside. The chemical foot warmers had worked as advertised. The inside to the bag was warm but not too warm, as was the small puffs of ermine fur that nestled in the bag. He felt the fur with his fingers to ensure it was nice and warm. By now the ice in his mouth was almost gone. He crunched the last of it between his teeth. He leaned over her and as simultaneous as possible pressed the warm fur to her right nipple while taking the left into his ice cold mouth. ---------- She gasped. Her brain fizzled as it tried to process the opposing signals racing through her body. Even her breasts were confused. At the touch of his chilled tongue her nipple contracted then relax as if feeling the warmth of the fur. He caught her nipple between his tongue and lip and tugged, released and tugged again. His fingers pinched the warm fur around the other nipple, mimicking his mouth. Her groan was more a vibration than a sound. He released her nipples and she felt him sit up. She heard soft rustling, then the clanky sound she knew now had to be ice tongs. She heard ice crunching between teeth. The crunching grew louder as he leaned across her body. She almost moaned when the wet head of his erection poked into her left side near her armpit. Then his chilled lips touched the inside of her right wrist. At the same time the warm fur began to move along the inside of her left arm. Her brain cross-circuited again. Which side was hot and which side of her body was cold? His mouth made its way to the bend of her elbow where it lingered, nibbling and licking until her body had burned away the chill of his mouth. He left her and she heard ice clinking. She braced herself, expecting he would move on to her upper arms. He did not. He started at her wrists once more, cold mouth on the left this time. So it went. A few minutes of kisses and caresses until mouth warmed and fur cool. A pause and then it began again on opposite sides. Once he left her arms his erection no longer prodded her body as he leaned to kiss her right side. She almost inched toward him but resisted. The feel of his chilled mouth nibbling at her left armpit was far more arousing than she would have imagined. She tried to recall if anyone had ever kissed her there and congratulated herself for having shaved. He did not touch her neck which left her feeling strangely bereft. He did his trick to her belly. She wonder where he would go next and gasped when his cold tongue surprised her when it dipped into her navel. He flicked his tongue in and out and sucked her into his mouth. She could see him doing that just a little lower. She wanted him to do it a little lower but guessed that he would not. That was the one act she had forbidden. The one thing she had always wanted to keep pure for her husband. Her love for her husband was complete, despite her present actions. He had been the first man to kiss her there; she wanted him to be the only man to kiss her there. He moved to her feet and worked his way up. The fur was no longer as warm or else she had grown use to it. He seem to move more quickly, slowing only as he reached her upper thighs. Her mouth opened and closed as time and again she started to say "go ahead, please go ahead" before forcing the words back into her mouth. He kissed her and caressed her as close as he could without breaking her rule. His lips worked their chilly way up first one side and the other, so close she felt the small patch of her pubic hair catch in his whiskers but beyond the line of the outer edge of her pussy lips he did not stray. The bed shifted as he sat up. The familiar sound of the ice and rustling back settled over her. She wondered what was next. Unless he broke her rule, and she wondered if that would anger her. Was he done? The idea that he might have finished disappointed her and that disappointment surprised her. His erection pressed into her and his belly brushed against her left breast as he leaned over her. She felt the warmth and softness of the fur along side the left side of her neck just before his lips found her right ear. He didn't linger but shifted quickly and began to kiss her left ear while his mouth was still chilled. He left her too soon. This time her groan was as much frustration as lust. She heard the damn ice clattering in the bucket as he lifted it. She was considering pulling the scarf from her face when the bed gave a lurch. He sat astraddle her. His erection slipped between her breasts. Both cheeks were cupped in warm soft fur. His mouth found hers. His tongue parted her lips, a trickle of icy water following it. --------- He rocked forward as she sucked at his tongue. He was bent into an uncomfortable position. He wanted to kiss her and he wanted his cock between her breasts but he couldn't do both. He slid lower, never breaking the kiss. Lips never leaving her skin he work his way down her cheek, then to her neck. He kiss and tongued the hollow of her throat before working his way back up the left side of her neck, ending once more at her lips. He sat back on his heels, breathing hard. Her face was flushed and her lips looked swollen from his kisses. He still had the two puff balls of fur in his hands. He drew them up and over her shoulders, bring them together and then down her cleavage. He circled under each breasts and as lightly as he could brought them up the sides of her breast and began to make tighter and tighter circles, very so slowly working his way toward her nipples. He could feel her stomach muscles clenching underneath his butt. He leaned forward as much as he could without toppling on top her and rub his erection in small circles on her belly. She tensed as the fur finally touched her nipples. He brushed softer and softer circles around the crinkled nubs. She left her breath out in a gasp when he lifted them away. He paused, letting her relax a moment and considering how to proceed. He was unsure if he should have her roll over. It seemed a lot of trouble. He loved her ass but he loved her breasts as well. It occurred to him that though he often thought of her "cunt" he never thought of her breasts as "tits". Strange but at the moment not relevant. He rested his hands, along with the fur balls, against her upper chest and lowered his mouth to her left breast. He kissed from the tail, around and under, pushing her breast up with his face. He kissed along her cleavage. He stopped for a moment when he realized he was tasting himself on her skin. He mentally shrugged and resume the kissing and licking. He imitated the path of the fur and circled his way back to her nipple. His mouth was not chilled this time but it did not seem to matter. He circled and nip and tugged as hard as he dared. Her belly flexed but as far as he could tell her hands and feet never moved. He moved to her right and began again, ending once more at her nipple, stopping only when she seemed to hold her breath a little too long. He wasn't sure she could cum by just having her nipples played with but he did want to take the chance. While her breathing steady he licked up and down her cleavage. Not sure if it was a good idea or not but beyond caring, he scooted up her body. His cock was dripping now and slid along her belly with ease. Sitting back on his knees, he pushed his erection into her cleavage, surprised at how warm it felt. Between his licking and the pre-cum leaking from his cock, it was also quite wet. He moved his hips back and forth, sliding slowly between her breasts. He interpreted the tensing of her body as a excitement not anger. He pressed his hands against the sides of her breasts increasing the pressure on his cock. He cautioned himself to be careful. He didn't want to cum yet, any more than he wanted her to. But it felt fabulous. Maybe he should let go. They could rest and resume later. No, not yet. Feeling bold, he pushed forward. His thighs bumping against her breast. His erection touched her chin. Fearful and hopeful at the same time he held motionless. He had almost decided he had gone too far when she lifted her head slightly. Her lips found him and her tongue darted around the head of his cock. It was his turn to moan. She strained and he pushed forward, eager to feel more of her mouth on him. He pushed himself forward a few times and realized if he did not stop, and now, it would be over. Marshalling what little self control he had he pulled himself free and slid back down her belly. His mouth found hers. She apparently felt the need to slow up as keenly as he did. Their kisses were soft and sweet. Feeling more in control he sat up and slid his leg off her, sitting now at her right side. He kissed her cheek and whispered in her ear. "I'm going to help you roll onto your tummy now okay?" She nodded but did not speak. He slipped off the bed and walked to the foot where he pulled the robe sashes from under the mattress. He patted her leg. "Onto your tummy love." She did as he asked and he tucked the sashes under the mattress once more. He climbed onto the bed from the foot, kneeling now between her outstretched legs. She had a lovely ass. ---------- She clenched her hands and imagined her arms weighted tons, impossible to lift from the bed no matter how much she wanted to grab his hair and force him to keep his mouth on her breasts. She felt every tug of his lips deep in her belly. She clenched first one butt cheek then the other, trying to create some motion, some friction, between her legs, anything to relieve the ache. She let her breath go when he lifted his mouth from her nipple. He had to be finished now. It was impossible to imagine he was not as desperate as she was. She waited, waited to feel him slide down her belly and slip between her legs. She clawed through her memories, desperate for her body to remember how to accept him. She did not want to miss a single sensation. Lost in her thoughts she did not notice he was slipping up, not down, her body. When he slipped his erection into her cleavage she wasn't sure how to respond. This was not something she had done before. It didn't bother her but her cleavage was not where she wanted to feel his hardness. He seemed to enjoy it and his enjoyment piqued her interest. At least if he had an orgasm the game would be over and she could use her hands to relieve her ache, not ideal but she would take it. The pressure off his hands on her breasts, making a tunnel of her cleavage, a tunnel he was slowly fucking, succeed in arousing her. She found herself wishing he'd move closer. She wonder if he was afraid to offer himself to her mouth. If, sitting casually over coffee, her friend Sue inquired, "do you like performing oral sex?" she would have replied, "it's okay". She giggled quietly to herself. Sue was not verbally reticent. Sue would have asked, "do you like giving head?" Either way, sitting over coffee she would have been noncommittal in her answer. Often she would have ranked the act more a duty than a pleasure but there were times when it was most definitely a pleasure. Paris Bound She had no compunction about admitting what turned her on about the act was the way it put her in control. She could be deeply aroused by her ability to drive a lover crazy. Her too infrequent lover had been driving her insane. She would relish the chance to have him eating out of her hand, so to speak. The image of Sue, sitting warming her hands around a mug of, not coffee, but a skimmed chai tea, waiting for her to start to take a sip of coffee before inquiring, oh so sweetly, "you like giving blow jobs?" clearly hoping to see coffee spray from her nose was so strong she almost missed the fact that there was an engorged penis laying along her neck, touching her chin. Evidently he was not too afraid to request the act she had been pondering. She tilted her head and opened her lips. She could reach him but barely, Her tongue darted forward, sliding up the underside of the tip of his penis. Moving over the head her tongue slipped ever so slightly into the meatus and she was rewarded with his first groan. "Sauce for the gander" she thought. She had given up trying to describe the taste of a man long ago. She couldn't describe her own taste so what did it matter? The groan was accompanied by an increase in pressure against her breasts and now she could take the entire head of his penis in her mouth. Having her hands pulled above her head limited her motion but she was able to slip her lips back and forth over the head as she swirled her tongue around. She could feel his butt pushing against her ribs. She quickened her movements, sensing she was about to win this little game. She neither liked nor disliked the taste of semen but she would rather he come in her mouth than on her face. That was something she could not imagine enjoying. He pulled back. She was not given to the use of profanity but what the fuck? He slid down her body and rested his chest on her breast. His kisses were so gentle she forgave him her frustration. When he asked her to roll onto her belly she did so with pleasure not resignation. Now that a different part of her body was pressed into the mattress she realized how large a wet spot she had made. She shrugged off her embarrassment and decided to take pride in her body's joy. The pride was tempered by the fact that her wet bottom was now exposed to the air and it was cold. The bed shifted as her lover climbed back in. He was between her legs. Her wet chilled bottom was exposed and a feeling of shame began to take hold. He kissed her bottom. She could see him do it, in her head. He had positioned the rolled up scarf across her face but it was askew. She could have opened her eye, raised her head and looked over her shoulder. She didn't. The mental image was enough. She could see him, arms stretched out by her sides, body bent over his legs, kissing first one cheek then the other. He was giving obeisance to her ass, as if it were some ancient haughty princess. Her wonder was tossed aside as she felt his tongue moved along the top of her ass crack. The bed shifted again and he was pressed against her. His erection lay in the cleft of her rear, pressed there by his stomach. His hips moved. As with her breasts, his spit and pre-cum slicked cock slid easily in the space between their bodies. Soon his movements stopped and the weight of his body eased. He leaned forward but did not press against her. He no longer moved his hips but she could feel his heart beating in the throb of the erection pressed against her bottom. Whispers of fur began to dance along her outstretched arms and she broke into goose bumps. The fur swirled and skipped and jumped from one arm to the other before alighting on her cheek and neck. it did its dance there for a few minutes then the touch of his fingers signalled she should turn her head. As she did the scarf fell away but she no longer needed it. Her eyes stayed closed. The fur danced over her shoulders and over her sides. She longed to roll enough for it to dance with her nipples again but she stayed still. It flittered down her back and over her butt. She could feel him twist as he stroked the fur down one leg then the other. Even then his erection remained cradled against her bottom. The fur left her skin and for a moment she was left with only her thoughts. Her lover remained twisted to her left, his knees still against the inside of her thighs as if he was stuck, as if they had morphed into erotic Siamese twins, cock to ass. His hands found her calf and his fingers began to knead. His fingers pushed and pulled the firm muscles of her biker's calves and began to untwist knots she had not known existed. She wanted to tell him he could do her feet. It was only light touch on her feet she did not like but she was too relaxed to say anything. As his fingers worked it felt as if they were dissolving into her, their skin was becoming permeable to each other. The cramp in her belly faded to a soft thrum of an ache and her frustration and hunger, though not her desire, began to drowse. He twisted and began to work on her other calf. As he did his cock moved and her butt became aware of its presence for just a moment before the feeling of his hands on her skin raise her to a new level of calm. At some point he turned back to her other leg and began to massage the back of her thigh. Her hunger began to wake but his hands stayed well away from her ass. She fell into twilight as he worked on her legs. She was only partly conscious of the increased weight on her bottom as he shifted his attention from her legs to her shoulders. Her arms remained stretched over her head bound in panties and bra. She no longer had to remember not to move them. They were as immovable as if truly bound. The muscles of her shoulders and back melted under his hands. Her skin was warm from his touch and his mouth and tongue felt cool as they replaced his fingers. As he massaged her neck and shoulders with lips and tongue her hunger began to remember itself and almost reluctantly her mind re-woke. The kisses along her shoulders grew more fervid. His teeth began to nibble and bite. She was eighteen again. They were sitting on the floor, his back against the sofa. She sat between his legs, feeling his hardon pressed against her back, as his fingers worked their way under her bra, he had pushed his face under her hair, she bent her head forward offering him her neck, he bite beside her spine, not hard but in the mirror then next morning when she lifted her hair up there was a mark, a hickey, thankfully hidden by her hair. She pulled her mind away from the memory. "Not to hard. No bruises love." She was too far removed from her teen years to even think "hickey" much less say it. He still and she felt him nod his head against his shoulder. The kisses and nibbles did not stop and his willingness to restrain himself for her was in its own way erotic. His kisses may have mellowed but the movement of his erection against her bottom became more vigorous. Once again she had just begun to imagine, "this is it" when he stopped. She searched her feelings and decide she would not have minded if he ejaculated on her back, face no, back okay. It did not appear that would be an issue as he moved back and for the first time in long minutes he was no longer pressed against her butt. Whatever restraint his hands and fingers displayed earlier about her bottom was gone. His hands replaced his penis and they were firm as they squeeze and pulled at her. She was too lost in her excitement to be embarrassed as his hand tugged her bottom apart, exposing her. The cramp in her belly controlled her now. His hands moved to the sides of her butt and she felt weigh on the back of her legs as he lowered his face and again began to kiss her. If his early kisses had been an homage these were not. These kisses were insistent and fierce. He kissed along the semicircles were her cheeks meet her legs. His tongue return to her cleft. Her breathing was irregular now. She would pant for a time then seemingly forget to breath for long seconds. His hands circled her upper thighs. His fingers pressed up, urging her to raise her hips, while his thumbs parted her. He lowered his head, the back of it pushing her left leg away and began to kiss her, not quite on her labia but where the labia merged into her bottom. His head turned and his lips found the opposite side. He moved again and his tongue darted between the lower part of her sex. She was beyond caring if this violated the rule. Keeping his tongue stiff he moved his head up, dragging his tongue over her perineum. If she had the ability she would have told him to stop but she was lost in her hunger. His tongue darted around her bottom, more gently now, not pressing but teasing. He kissed all around her bottom. When his tongue began to dance its way over her anus, the only word she could think of for that part of her body, she was amazed to hear her own groans. His tongue, hard again and very wet, slid up and out of her ass crack. His mouth left her. The bed squeaked and he was on his knees behind her. One hand pressed his erection against the cleft of her butt and began to glide back and forth. The other hand lifted her hips. Pressing hard with his hand he began to push his erection over her bottom. It stopped for a moment pressing against her sphincter. Before she could start to think "no" it moved lower, parted her lips and then very very slowly pushed into her warmth, seeking the ache deep in her belly. ---------- "Not too hard. No bruises love." Her soft voice restore a shred of control. He pressed his head to her shoulder in acknowledgement before resuming softer kisses. His kisses were softer but the thrust of his cock along her ass grew more forceful. He felt the build up in his balls with just enough warning to stop. He squeezed the head of his penis and willed himself not to come, not yet. He waited until he was sure he could let go without exploding on her back. When he let go of himself his hands found the soft flesh of her butt. He tried to be careful, tried not to squeeze too hard but it was difficult. He spread her cheeks, trying and failing not to be obvious about it. Like the rest of her he found the little pucker of her rosebud enticing. He shook his head, knowing that would be going too far too fast. Despite the years they had known each other they didn't know each other physically very well at all. If his cock couldn't have her yet but his mouth could. He lower his head and began to kiss and lick and nip along her upper thighs and below the cheeks of her ass. He did not sense any tension in her body or perhaps he was beyond awareness, in any case his tongue and mouth grew bolder. He uses his hands to tilt her pelvis and open her at the same time. Lost as he was, he still recalled her one stated rule. He kissed and lick as close as he could to her pussy without actually touching it. She was so wet. Her scent set his brain on fire. He stopped himself just as his tongue entered the lowest part of her slit, hoping the transgression would not be notice or at least forgiven. Maybe it was only her clit, not her pussy itself that was forbidden to his mouth and tongue. She did not pull away so he moved upward. He darted his tongue all around the tight skin of her rear, barely controlling his urge to turn slightly aside and leave a hickey where it would be very hard for anyone to see. He tongued her ass, not as hard as he desired, for fear of scaring her. These restrictions frustrated him, raised his lust for her to a higher level. He wanted to fuck her cunt with his tongue. He wanted to fuck her ass with his tongue, wanted to raise up and bury his cock deep into whatever orifice would take him. Not sure he could restrain himself he pulled his mouth from her delectable and oh so tight ass, and drug his tongue up her crack making it as wet as possible. He kept one hand under her hip and use the other to spread the wetness from his penis around the head. Leaning forward he used the same hand to press his dick firmly against her rear. Too close to cumming to risk sliding against her for very long he used his fingers to force his cock lower. It caught in the ring of her bottom. He was so wet and so hard we consider pressing into her but resisted. God he longed to fuck her ass. It was his go to jerk off fantasy. Tilting her hips more with his hand, he slid lower, passed her ass and into her pussy, at last. Holding his breath for a measure of control he return his hand to her hip and forced himself to enter her as slowly as he could managed. He felt the slight pop as the head of his penis slip past the opening of her pussy. He held still for a moment, his hands prevent her from forcing herself back against him. He slipped into her at a snail's past, enjoying every second. He swore he could feel the moisture flow out of her to wick its way along his dick. He was average in size and soon his belly pressed against her ass. He continued to press, using his hands to pull her onto his cock until he felt the hard bulge of her cervix. He leaned over her, using his weight to press her into the mattress and force himself a few millimeters deeper into her. He used the mattress to bounce their bodies together a few times. Then as slow as he entered, he withdrew, tilting his hips back until the head of his cock rested outside her lips, twitching with every heartbeat. He pushed forward, sliding his pussy-slickened cock into her ass crack. He pulled away from her and leaning forward licked her crack savoring her taste. He supposed this was one way to eat her pussy. Straightening he put his dick against her opening and this time let her push herself onto him. His fingers skipped across her lower back. She moved no faster than he. When she could push no harder against his pubis she made a small circle with her hips and then eased off him. As he slipped out she lower her bottom. He smiled. Okay then. He moved his slick penis up and down her crack, pressing a light with his fingers, letting himself catch on her pucker before sliding up and over and to rest his balls against her ass. He did this a half a dozen times before scooting back to lick her clean. He worked slower and lower down this time. Her breathing slowed a bit as he licked and kissed around her bottom. He tilted his head back and slip his tongue under her. With his nose pressed hard against her his tongue could just reach the opening of her vagina. He went no further, trying his best to respect that one boundary she had insisted upon. He repeated this sequence again before he slipped off the foot of the bed. He enjoyed the look of his wet cock for a moment before pulling the robe sashes free of the mattress. Climbing back into bed he settled himself between her legs. Hands on her hips threw his right leg outside of hers and pulled it to the middle. He repeated the process with her left. He sat astraddle her thighs, the head of his cock poking at her ass. Steadying himself with one hand he used the other to force his cock between her legs, moving his hips forward he entered her easily. The extra distance and pressure of her thighs on his dick forced him to move slowly. Once inside her pussy he put his now free hand back on her butt and massage it in time with his strokes. He fucked this way, slowly, before lowering his chest to her back and beginning to softly kiss the back of her shoulders. Her hands opened and closed slowly, still nestled inside the twisted panties. Her thighs began to tighten then relax around him. It felt like she was doing the same with her pussy. When he felt he was getting too close he pulled out of her. Moving his legs he spread hers so that once more he knelt between her legs. He slide his right hand under her, careful not to pinch or scratch, and pressing against her mons brought her up to her knees. Her chest remained flat on the bed arms stretched toward the headboard. He rubbed his fingers along her slit, then slip one, then two inside her. He pulled them out slowly pressing against the front of her pussy and she moaned. He removed his hand and she moaned again. He looked at them glistening in the muted light from the window, then wiped them on her butt cheek. She moaned. He licked the cheek clean. She moaned again. He groped her. Three fingers. Moan. A fourth and more of a mewl than a moan. As he pulled his fingers from her he splayed them, press all along the insider of her vagina. Whimper. He moved to the side straddling one leg and lay along side her body, where her face lay turned to one side, eyes still closed. With exaggerated slurps he licked her off his fingers one and at time. His nose almost touching hers. When he was done he touch one finger to her lips. She hesitated only a second before taking it into her mouth. She sucked it for a moment. He removed it. Kissed her softly on the lips, on the cheek and on her eyelid then moved back between her legs to stare at her cunt glistening and engorged. She tightened and relaxed her ass. Her pussy lips would spread a bit, then closed, beckoning him. ---------- She could smell herself on his fingers. The sound of him licking and sucking his fingers, sucking her wetness off his fingers, was entrancing. He touched her lips with his index finger and she took it in her mouth, sucking but she could not taste herself. He had been too thorough. She could smell herself though. It was not a bad smell, just the smell of sex, though it seemed to her to have been distilled. It was overwhelming. She wondered if the whole floor, the whole hotel could smell them. He pulled his finger from her mouth. She lay still as she felt him move behind her once more. Her rear was still in the air. She clenched the muscles in her lower belly, as if trying not to pee, she could feel her sex tense and relax. Her lover hit her lightly on one ass cheek. She realized it was his erection he was slapping against her. She lifted her chest, careful not to pull her hands loose, and brushed her nipples across the comforter. His penis slapped her butt again, a little harder. She wiggled her butt. Harder but in no way painful. She imagined his penis was probably more sensitive than her rear end. His penis slide down to rest between her legs. She longed to reach back and guide him in but she left her hands stretched above her head, "tied". He began to ease back inside her. She let him do at his own pace, in no hurry herself. She did not push back against him but moved her hips in small circles. She tightened the muscles in her belly, imagining she could draw him in. Whether it was the motion of her hips or the tightening of her muscles, she heard a soft moan behind her. When he was as deep inside her as their flesh would allow he made his own little circle with his hips. That was nice. His penis began to twitch and swell inside her. She wondered how he was able to do that but didn't really care. She loved the sensation. That was enough. He pulled out slowly, completely. He rubbed himself against her outer lips, resting his hands on her hips. He began to pop in and out of her rapidly, just the head of his penis entering. He did this for a time then suddenly pushed himself deep inside, fast. It surprised her but did not hurt. His hands slip around to hold her hips. He used his hands and hips to fuck her at last, driving deep, pulling out, pausing then slamming into her. The room echoed with the sound of his body smacking against her ass. The ache in her belly was fully awake now, pulsing from the depths only his cock could touch, into her chest, into her arms. The force of his thrust pushed her breasts back and forth across the bedspread. She arched her back, changing the angle and felt his penis massage the front of her vagina. The ache in her body flood back between her legs. A few more thrusts and she would explode. She held onto her release, waiting for him. Even now preferring to win the challenged.