0 comments/ 61230 views/ 0 favorites Dreams Of You By: Knot_By_Numbers Electricity hung heavy in the air as she stepped into the room. Gently she closed the door and twisted the lock, “I’m here”. Reaching out he pulled her close into his arms, “Did you miss me sweetie?” She replied with her sweetest smile, “Always!” Laughing he kissed her softly on the forehead, her slightly blushed cheek and finally her tender lips. “Are you ready? And are you sure?” “I’m sure. And I’ve been ready.” She replied. “I’ve wanted to but I’ve been nervous. I don’t feel nervous tonight though. Running his hands down her back he embraced her tightly, enjoying the feel of her hands on his shoulders and her face pressed against his chest. “How much can I take off?” He asked. In barely a whisper she breathed “Everything.” Looking quickly into his eyes and then away, trying not to blush, she could see the surprise and delight in his face. “You’re really sure?” he asked while running his fingers across her breasts. For the first time she didn’t pull away. “Now, before I change my mind.” She snickered. Slipping his hands beneath her sky blue top he lifted up as she raised her arms, exposing tender cleavage and a lacy white bra. “Turn around.” She said suddenly. Turning around he could only laugh to himself thinking, “Sometimes she was so silly”. “Ok” came the soft command. Turning he saw that she still covered herself with her arms. “For me?” he asked with a grin. Lowering her arms she blushed deeply. “Yes.” His fingers drifted lightly across her full and beautiful breasts, lingering over her stiffened nipples for a brief moment and then tugging them slightly. “Mmmmm…. Be nice.” Was all she said. Smiling devilishly he slipped his fingers into the top of her jeans, kneeling down as he unbuttoned them. Her breath quickened as he pulled them slowly down her hips, her thighs and finally to the floor. She ran her hands through his hair as he leaned in to kiss her panties, white and lacy like her bra. He slipped them down ever so slowly, torturing himself, his heart pounding like thunder in his chest. “Oh my.” Was all he could think to say. Giggling she pulled his head in. With hands on her thighs he leaned in to drink of her freshly shaven honeypot. “Just for me huh?” he asked. “Shut up and eat me.” She replied with a laugh. Her lips were damp with excitement. His eager tongue darted in to taste her, parting her lips and rolling around her swollen clit. She sighed deeply as he kissed and sucked, running his hands back to caress her ass. “Oh god, I want to cum.” She breathed. Kissing her pussy firmly he suddenly stood up. “No!” she cried. Reaching behind her to the desk he grabbed the rope. “We have other plans tonight, remember?” Without a word she put her wrists together, which he tied securely but not very tight. He didn’t want her first bondage to feel anything but wonderful. Lifting her arms by the wrist he looped the line over a hook on a bookshelf. They’d be in the way for now otherwise. She was beautiful. Soft naked skin glowing in the dimmed room, nipples stiff and begging for attention, her wonderfully round ass ready to be touched. And her pussy, shaved that morning just for him, misted in the dew of her own juices, waiting and wanting to be licked and sucked and fucked. He pulled out a long length of green jute twine and doubled it over, making a knot just in from the halfway mark, creating a loop to lay down her back. Running the loose ends over her shoulders and down her front he quickly tied a serious of knots, above and below her breasts, one on her belly, one at her panty line and finally one just below her aching clit. She’d enjoy that one when the tension drew the knot up higher. Passing the line between her things and back up her ass he secured them to the first loop he made. The knots on the front had made loops; the loose ends were passed through these loops and back behind to be secured. With each “diamond” shape that was created the line became ever so slightly tighter. As he passed through the lowest loop the “cherry” knot slipped into place against her clit. She gasped. By breathing deeply she could encourage her own orgasm. He lowered her arms and secured them behind her back. “Kneel down.” He whispered in her ear. Helping her to kneel he enjoyed the look on her face as she realized what he wanted. “Ok,” she said. “But only if you’re going to do me too!” Grinning wide he quickly slipped out of his clothes. Standing in front of her she watched his cock swell to it’s largest. “Come here.” She commanded. Stepping close to her he ran his hands through her hair, sighing as she kissed the head and took it into her mouth. “She may not like to do it,” he thought “but damn does that feel good.” Her head bobbed slowly, then quickly as she tormented him with her tongue, sliding it down the length slowly and then sucking him fully back into her mouth. She could see the pressure building in his face. Drawing her head back she looked up at him. “Fuck me. Now.” Kneeling down beside her he loosened her hands from behind her back and untied them. She ran her hands down his engorged cock quickly before he managed to retie them. He positioned her in front of him so she was sitting on her feet, arms stretched out ahead and firmly secured in place. She could move her body forward but could reach no further backwards than she was. In this position he could tease her by only letting her have what he wanted to give her. She leaned forward, her upper body lying on the floor, rock-solid nipples pressed into the carpet, her perfect ass raised in the air. Rubbing her lips gently he separated the ropes to either side of her pussy, the cherry knot squeezing tighter against her clit. Spreading her lips he slid two fingers inside her, the feel of her so wet and hot and ready for him made his cock throb. Kissing her sticky-sweet juice from his fingertips he gently slipped the head of his cock into her. She tried to move back to take more but was to well bound. “Please.” She begged. Running his fingertips along her back and ass he leaned in close and slipped his cock, full length, inside of her. She moaned quietly as he held her hips, his cock resting inside her, feeling the pulse of her pussy against him. Slowly he withdrew and re-entered her, increasing his tempo with each thrust. Her hands pulled at the rope that bound her as she pushed her ass backwards against him, trying to feel every inch of him inside her. They had teased and played so much. The tension had been building up for what seemed like an eternity. And suddenly she could feel it; her pussy clenched tight, every nerve alive to the feel of his cock pounding into her. Her muscles tightened, her blood boiled, she wanted to scream out loud. A maddening rush came over her, he felt it come and grabbed her tightly, fucking her hard as she moaned his name. She forced her ass back, the ropes on her wrists digging in, but she didn’t care, she didn’t feel them. She only felt that cock, and that fire exploding inside her. Crying out she pushed hard, his cock forced deep inside her; she came and felt him fucking her furiously. Her pussy ached for more but she knew he was close. And he knew he was close. Pulling out he mumbled with a flash of lightning in his eyes, “Roll over:. Quickly, without asking why she rolled her body and was now on her back. He straddled over her, stroking his cock, precum and pussy juices glistening on the head. Her nipples stood firm as she watched him, knowing what he planned. “You’re going to eat me until I say I’m done for this one!” she announced. A deep wolfish growl rumbled through his chest as he exploded, staring into her eyes as he shot his load of cum across her face. She could only smile, watching him in tortured pleasure. His cum bathed her cheeks, her chin, her lips and her waiting tongue. She was surprised that she didn’t care; she knew she drove him crazy and this warm, sticky bath was the proof. She tried to hide her smile as she licked her lips. “Eat me.” She whispered, followed by a playful, “Ass.” Breathing deeply, trying to recover himself, he leaned forward to untie her hands, his cock brushing against her cheek. The rope had held well and left wonderful spirals around her wrist where she’d pulled them hard during her orgasm. Slipping down the length of her body he caressed her breasts then ran his hands down her belly, pausing to touch the dolphin belly-ring she’d gotten when they were out one day. Smiling he thought to himself, “Fair was fair.” His cum covered her beautiful face and he had work to do. He’d never hear the end of this one but he didn’t care. He settled in between her waiting thighs, running his fingers over her shaven mound as he leaned in to kiss her pussy, dripping wet with excitement. He felt her hand on his head, encouraging him in to drink. Looking up into her eyes he firmly kissed her clit, and then went to work on her. She moaned softly as he thought to himself, “Now I could get used to paybacks like this.” Smiling he leaned in to drink. Dreams of You Snuggling into your bed, I'm pleasantly surprised at how warm the big comforter and flannel sheets are on my bare skin. I always forget just how wonderful it is to climb into your bed. How inviting the sensation is to be surrounded by the smell of you. To know that within this world I'm completely safe and at home. "Dogs are set. Make room sweetheart!" Leaping over me, you land on your side of the bed and slide under the covers. Knowing how I love to feel your body pressed against me, you lean over me and, while turning off the bedside light, intentionally make as much contact with me as possible. I can't help but laugh at your lack of subtlety. "You're always laughing at me. You're so mean." Running a hand over my stomach and leaning down into my neck you tickle me with your beard. "I laugh because I'm happy! I can't help that you're always making me smile and laugh. It's really your own fault as far as I can see." Kissing the top of your head, I turn over onto my side and stretch out, waiting for you to cozy up against me. Settling into our usual position of you molded against me, pulling me into the heat of your body, I can feel your arousal. You've started running your fingertips along the ridge of my ear and I can feel your breath against my hair. You scoot closer so you can start lightly kissing along the same path that your fingers had been tracing a few seconds ago, and your hand slips down to rest at my hip. A small whimper escapes my lips as I speak, "Damn you, you know what playing with my ears does to me. Now who's being mean?" I can feel you suppress a smile, and knowing that you're probably not succeeding all that well at it, I roll slightly backwards. I'm in luck, and as I lean in to kiss the smirk that's plastered on your face you slide your other arm under and around me. My back is against your chest and your left arm is holding me to you as you run your hand through my hair. "But I'm not always mean, am I?" you whisper into the ear that you've been teasing with your gentle kisses. With that thought in mind, your right hand, the hand that's been wandering along my waist and hip, slides into my panties. Your fingers start playing with my clit and dipping into me, making me moan. Opening my legs as best I can, I give you all the access you'd ever need to my dripping, hungry pussy. As my breathing quickens and my body begins to tense I curl farther into your embrace. I yell out a few minutes later as your knowing fingers cause me to climax hard and fast. As your hand slips back out from under the band of fabric I bring your wet fingers to my lips and suck them clean, relishing the taste of myself on your skin. As I'm finishing with your fingers, you pull on my hair to raise my face up to the level of yours. Kissing me deeply, you finally get a taste for yourself. Your hand, freshly cleaned and smelling sweetly of my juices, returns to my stomach. With your other hand still entwined in my hair, and my face nuzzled into the crook of your neck, we drift off to sleep as my breathing finally returns to a normal, steady rhythm... ++++++++ As my eyes flutter open, I can still feel the shadow of your strong hand on my skin. And as the whisper of your breathing leaves my waking mind I sigh at the realization that I'm all alone in my small twin bed. The sunlight has lessened, and the alarm clock near the head of the bed has advanced by an hour and change. Rolling onto my back, staring at the peeling wallpaper on my ceiling, I call up what I can of the dream from which I've just awakened. The feel of your fingertips on the delicate skin of my ear. Your palm tracing lines and shapes along ribs and the ridge of my hip. Rough, callused pads on my wet, swollen pussy lips. Resisting the urge to relieve the sexual tension and frustration that your imagined actions have cause to build up in me, I set the alarm for another twenty minutes and turn onto my side. Closing my eyes, I will my mind to return me to your arms, and can only hope my mind doesn't wander on my way back to you. Dreams of You Haunt My Nights.... Last night in my dream, you stood in front of a mirror. You were shirtless, in jeans only as you stood before the full-length mirror. The hair on your chest called to me as I coveted you with my eyes. Your hair grew thicker as it arrowed towards the fly of your jeans, beckoning my eyes, my hands to follow and explore. My heart began to pound as I stepped behind you and met your eyes in the mirror. I put all the desire and heat and need I was feeling into my eyes; your look mirrored mine, and I felt my knees grow weak as I fell, trapped, into the depths of those eyes of yours. I placed my hands on your bare shoulders, finally touching your skin as I'd longed to do. My fingers flexed, testing your resiliency. Your skin was pliable and warm, but I could feel the muscle underneath and I closed my eyes for a moment, imagining those muscles flexing and bunching as you drove yourself into me, hot and wet and deep. I ran my hands down your arms and slid beneath them, seeking heat and the textures of your chest. I flexed my fingers against you over and over again, loving the feel of you beneath my palms. I made a sound low in my throat, approving the feel of you. My fingers slipped up, up, until I could graze my palms against your nipples. I felt your breathing start to change as I lowered my lips to the tempting curve between neck and shoulder, licking and sucking your skin. My desire was building in waves now, breaking over me, whitecapped and heavy. I wanted to bite you, sink teeth sensually into your skin, let you know the unbelievable power of what I was feeling by testing your strength. I was shaking and hot and wanting you more than I'd wanted any man in years. You began to move against me, caressing my naked breasts with your back, your shoulder blades rubbing against me until my nipples were full, hard, aching - I let out a low moan. I've always been a noisy lover, but with you I knew somehow I would have the ability to bring the house down. You made everything seem more sexual, more erotic, and already I was drowning in my own sensuality. Keeping my hands on your chest, my fingers just lightly stroking your nipples, I moved my mouth to your neck and then down your spine in a series of hot wet kisses, sucking on your skin and leaving a wet, hot trail with my tongue until I was crouching behind you. My hands moved down to your waist, leaving the sensual touch of your skin behind for the less sensually, rewarding texture of denim. I ran my hands over your cock -- once, twice, watching your face in the mirror from beside your waist as my fingers rubbed over you, seeking and finding heat. I'd wanted to touch you for so long. Now, finally, I could measure your heat and length with my palm. I made small sounds of pleasure as I felt you move in delicious counterpoint to my hand, increasing and deepening the strokes until I was caressing you from base to tip. I watched you watch my fingers as they rubbed over you. It was so much better, being able to touch you like this and still watch your face as you watched me stroke your cock in the mirror. Your eyes grew lidded, heavy, as my fingers rubbed over the tip of your cock, giving extra pressure at the point where base meets tip, then slowly rubbing my palm along your length. Even through your jeans, I could feel how hot and hard you were. I was dying to taste you, but I didn't want this to end so quickly. It might be the only time I could touch you - I wanted to make it last all night, if I could. I stood up slowly behind you, keeping my hands on your cock. I rubbed myself against your back, both soothing and increasing the ache in my nipples. I gasped as I felt your hands slide between us, reaching behind your back to touch my thighs, fingers sliding higher and higher... I moaned out loud as your fingers slid between my lips and rubbed lightly over my clit. My skin broke out in a fine sheen of sweat as your fingers slipped through my wetness, rolling over my clit like a marble in oil. The weakness in my knees was getting worse, and I was trembling so hard that you could hear it in my soft, broken breaths against your skin. I couldn't take much more without sinking to the floor. And there was so much more I wanted to do first I moved my hips, once, pushing against your fingers, and then withdrew. Reluctantly, my fingers left you and went in search of the button at your waist. My hands were shaking so hard it took me three tries to slip the button from its hole. Slowly, I slid the tab of your zipper down, hearing your breath break as my fingers slid over your cock, naked beneath your jeans. I moved my mouth down your body again as my hands pushed your jeans down your legs. There wasn't a part of your body I didn't ache to caress with my mouth, and I fulfilled a dozen fantasies as I slid my mouth over your shoulders, down your spine, stopping to suck lightly on your buttocks as I helped you step from your jeans. Finally, you were as naked as I was. I watched your face in the mirror as I slid my fingers slowly over your legs, moving higher and higher. The hair on your legs excited me, such a rough texture, so different from the satiny smooth hardness that I could see waiting for my touch. I scraped my fingernails lightly between your thighs, watched your cock as it jerked in response to my teasing. My upper thighs were wet with my excitement. What I wouldn't do to just drag you down with me onto the floor, rise over you to slide that perfect, hard cock between my thighs and just ride you, grinding against you until we both came in a tangle of shudders and shouts. I could almost feel you inside me, hard and hot and heavy, stretching me as I slid you inside me, gripping you with my cunt muscles like a wet, hot glove. I stood up and watched your eyes as I slid my palms around to hold your cock. You let out a soft moan as I began to rub you. I slipped one hand up to my lips and wet its palm thoroughly, looking in your eyes as I slid my hand back down to rub the head of your cock in my palm. Your eyes closed, briefly, as you felt the wetness and heat of my palm rub over the tip of your cock, and then they flew open again, as though afraid to miss anything. I began a soft stroking motion over your cock, watching your face change as I gave you almost exactly what you needed, but I kept the pressure just a little lighter than what you would have liked the most. I could feel you strain against my teasing hands, trying to get a little more pressure. I laughed delightedly and rubbed my nipples against your back again as I kept up my teasing stroke, wanting to drive you crazy. I licked my way up your neck to take the lobe of your ear between my teeth as I slid you between my hands, whispering in your ear how hard you were, how much I wanted to slide my tongue and lips and mouth over you. I kept up the light strokes until I couldn't stand it anymore. I had to taste you or I'd go out of my mind. All I could think about was your taste and wanting to feel you slide between my lips. I stepped around in front of you for the first time, looking into your eyes as I wrapped my fingers around your cock again. You jerked against my stomach and slid your fingers into my long blonde hair, pulling my lips to yours. Our lips meshed in a tangle of tongues and lips and heat. It had been years since I've had that kind of kiss, the kind that slides and entices and communicates every want, every need. I made a sound deep in my throat and squeezed my hands around you, slipping my thumb up to press and rub at that spot where tip meets base. I gasped and pulled away from your mouth as your hands slid up to cup my breasts, rubbing your thumbs over my nipples. I shook and shuddered for long minutes with your cock between my hands and my breasts slaves to your everytouch, your every flickering stroke, whispering your name in between shuddery breaths. I slid my tongue between your lips one last time before moving my mouth down your body, sliding over your chest in hot, wet strokes, flicking my tongue over your tiny hardened nipples. I sank my teeth lightly into the muscle of your chest, feeling your cock straining against my hands as though it knew that heat and wetness were on the way. I came to rest on my knees before you. I looked up and watched your eyes as I smoothed your cock over my mouth, sliding my lips across the tip, the shaft, the base, loving you with my mouth. I felt your hands dive into my hair, rubbing my scalp as I touched my tongue to the base of your cock, moving in gliding, wet strokes higher and higher until my tongue was flickering with speed and heat over the head of your cock. I could hear soft sounds coming from your throat. I loved them. I wanted to hear you scream with pleasure. I made a point with my tongue and rubbed it into that little crevice between head and shaft, that small place that loves to be licked and rubbed. I looked up to meet your eyes and found them half-closed, heavy with desire, alternating between watching the action in the mirror and watching my eyes as I teased the tip of your cock with my tongue. It took all the will power in the world not to drag you to the floor and slide you up into my pussy right then and there. But I wanted a proper taste of that cock of yours, and I was determined to have it. I opened my mouth wide around your head and slid you inside, not quite touching any part of your cock, just letting you feel the heat and dampness that lay just a quarter of an inch in any direction from you. I slid you further into my mouth that way, teasing you, not quite touching you, until I could feel you at the back of my throat. Then I slid you just as slowly out from between my lips, still not touching you. I could feel your hands start to shake as you slid your fingers through my hair again.....I opened my mouth wide again, sliding you inside without taking you, letting the tip of your head touch the back of my throat, withdrawing without ever coming into direct contact with your cock. I felt you as much as I heard you....moan at my teasing. I flicked my tongue over your head and looked up, catching your eye. You looked deliciously sexy, all tousled and flushed, and I could nearly feel your heartbeat through your cock. Keeping eye contact the entire time, I slid you into my warm and waiting mouth. I saw your eyes close as I let you fill my mouth to overflowing, bathing you in heat and wetness. As I began to slide you from my mouth, I pulled softly on your cock with my mouth, creating the sweetest kind of suction and pressure, as though I didn't want to ever let you go. That was the truth. You tasted unbelievable. I could have spent years feasting on that cock. I told you so as I slid you between my lips again and again, slowly, building the pressure and tempo gradually. I reached around with my hands to hold your ass cheeks, pulling you into my mouth, letting you fuck my mouth the way I know you want to. I could hear sounds escaping from the back of your throat as I slid you in and out, varying the pressure, sucking lightly on the tip of your cock on the backstroke. I felt your hands grip my scalp firmly as I set up a new rhythm of advance and retreat - five quick strokes between my lips followed by one long slow pull from tip to base and back. Five quick strokes again, fast like you needed it, followed by a heart-pounding pull that went down seemingly forever. I moaned as I felt your cock grow tighter and tighter between my lips. I held your ass more firmly as I continued to torment you with my mouth - five quick, one long, five short, one that went on and on.... God, I was so wet doing this. Nothing turned me on more than to do this to you, feeling and tasting you as I gave you pleasure. I wanted to slide my fingers between my wet lips and give into my desire - but I wanted to concentrate on you more. There would be plenty of time for me later. I continued the sweet torture for long minutes, feeling your thighs start to tremble with the effort of remaining upright while my mouth and my tongue did wicked things to you. I looked up to see your eyes riveted to the mirror, watching as I loved your cock with my mouth. Soft sounds came from your throat as I kept up the maddening, thrilling rhythm. I heard your breathing start to change and I knew it was almost time to taste you, almost time to let you fill my mouth with sweet completion. I scored your thighs with my nails as I switched to a steady rhythm, sucking you deep between my lips, flicking my tongue around the head on the upstroke, feeling you fuck my mouth just like every fantasy I'd ever had about you.... Your fingers were buried deep in my long blonde hair as you helped me, pulling me closer on every stroke, moaning as the pleasure began to overtake you. I heard you whisper just seconds before my hands felt the muscles of your ass clench and you filled my mouth with a broken moan. The muscles in my throat worked as I swallowed your gift. I could feel you start to clench asmy throat worked over you, drawing it out, stretching you on a rack. I swallowed every last drop you had to give me, and then I slid you softly, lovingly from my mouth. I pressed my mouth against the skin of your abdomen, whispering how good you'd tasted, how much and how long I'd wanted to do that, and then... At 4:20 AM...I woke up, my body covered in a fine mist of sweat, fully aroused by my dreams of you. I was so wet and so aroused it was almost painful to breathe. I thought about the taste of your cock as I slid my fingers into my wetness, slipping over and over my clit, sliding deep into the empty place that wanted your cock, until I bucked and bit my lip from crying out as I shuddered through one of the most intense orgasms of my life. I fell back asleep, with a soft smile on my face.