We enter the house and our mouths are on each other. My hands wander, as they always do, until I find your ass. Soon, you’re in my arms and I’m walking . . . before long, you’re on the bed. I break the kiss.

You immediately start throwing clothes off as I walk to the closet. I return with four leather cuffs and to find you nude. Of course you, obediently, sit still as I affix you, breasts pointing to the ceiling, to the bed. Another trip to the closet and I’m back with a blindfold. The lights are on in the room – I’m soaking in the exquisite details of your bound form . . . but you’re blind to all that will happen.

Slowly, and as silently as possible (damn zippers, always making a noise), I remove my own clothing. I straddle your midsection and start massaging your temples. Then fingertips run down the line of your jaw and back up, my fingers barely making contact with your face. You squirm beneath me and I return to lightly massaging your temples.

And then, I stand and trail my fingers from your right shoulder to your left breast. Slowly, I run my fingers from the crease between boob and chest up toward your nipple, stopping just before I reach your areola. With one hand, and then the other, using a slightly different path each time, I continue. Your butt wiggles in and your nipple grows hard. And then, all ten of my fingers are on your left breast – one making a path from that old start point but, with the other, from the top of your tit. Again, I break contact with your skin before I reach the darker-toned skin, only to start the touch again.

When you release a sigh of frustration, my tongue, and just my tongue, circles your erect nipple. After it’s wet with my saliva, I blow, making it protrude even more. And then I release a hot breath with my mouth just above your breast. Your entire body shudders.

I walk around to the other side of the bed.

Rather than putting your right breast through the same motions, both hands find it and I lightly knead it, massaging it. No effort is made to keep contact from your nipple, though there is little that I do to seek out our nipple, either. Your breast fits well between my two hands, and I have constant contact between all fingers, my palms, and your flesh. When I start seeing you doing the ass-wiggle that tells me “this feels good, but get to the good part” I release hold and offer the teased breast the same.

The smell of your sex permeates the room.

I take a step back and you hear the “click” of camera phone pictures as I make keepsakes for my “private alone time” in the future.

And then I lick you. The first lick is from just north of your belly button through the valley between your breasts. And then I trace the right-side of your collar bone with my tongue. The scapha of your ear. My fingers lightly massage your nipple as I nibble your ear lobe. Again, I take a step back and I draw a line from the crease of your left hip/leg to your armpit with my tongue. Then all around your belly button, trying to find that spot *just* shy of tickling. Your back arches as I find the spot just above your pubis and work my way to your rib cage.

So I repeat the motion.

And again.

And then my fingertips run up your thighs. I feel you press your body, convinced that I will stop my touch before I get to your pussy, but I keep contact. Two index fingers part and run up *those* lips. My left hand continues northward & my fingers and play with your nipple as my right index & middle-finger ever so slowly move back & forth over your clitoris, drawing the hood back with each forth. Warm air hits you as I exhale with my mouth immediately over your sex, my fingers still working their deliberate motion and your nipple being kept erect.

Your hips thrust into the air and you gasp. I hold your clit between my fingers a bit more tightly. I blow onto the button. You collapse onto the bed.

And then my fingers work their way inside you. Slowly finger fucking you, my left hand leaves your nipple and comes to your sex to join the fun. With two fingers slowly pumping into you, two fingers of my left hand circle and rub your little clitoris. One of your legs twitches.

Your body twists in the bonds as you breathe heavily. Without rubbing your clit or pumping into you any faster, I do both with more force – keeping the deliberate pace. Your hip thrusts tell me that you want it faster, though. I do not deliver.

The cuff holding your left arm to the bed comes undone at the height of your second orgasm. You fall to the bed and I press into & onto you, no longer moving my fingers as your breathing returns to normal. I withdraw my fingers and re-fasten your left arm. And then I position my body between your legs.

I lick from the inside of your left leg to your pussy and then press my tongue, hard, against your clit. You hump my face. I smile, keeping my tongue right in place until you start a rhythmic thrust, and, with that, I plunge two fingers into you, fucking you to match your rhythm as I flit, tickle, circle, and tease that marvelous little button between your legs.

Your back arches and you scream out my name.

My fingers fuck you furiously as I, again, press my tongue firmly against your clit.

You, again, crash to the bed, exhausted.

I withdraw my fingers from inside you and reach over, unfastening each wrist bond. Your fingers work to the blindfold & remove it.

Your eyes look immediately to my erect cock. Whenever you look at me, I get even harder . . . and this is no exception. But I sense the slightest bit of trepidation on your face . . . your exhaustion is evident.

“Nap first, and then I’ll fuck your brains out,” I whisper before reaching down to your ankles.

“Mmmmmm,” you say, cuddling up on your side, the little spoon to my big, pressing your ass against me.