thatâwith such rough urgency. God, could she be any more cruel? Longing tastes crisp on my tongue and I
suck the disappointment like candy. I like itâthis tease is a slow burn across my flesh.
All over her fingers and inner thighs, her opalescent juices glisten. She doesnât even bother to watch me. Both eyes are firmly shut in the simple act of pleasure. But I know itâs not that simple. As I squirm, my panties brush up against my damp, needy flesh. I move to slip them off and they fall to the antique hardwood floor like an afterthought.
Wait. Marleyâs hips thrust against the cool air that bites my skin. Wait. Her finger pumps inside her plump, ripe pussy. Wait. Want. Need. They all get a backseat to this show. Iâm on display in the middle of the room. But this is just as much a performance for her as it is for me. With every frantic breath I can taste her sweet pussy and her manipulation makes loud sucking sounds as she moans. The only thing I can do is grip my fingers behind my back until theyâre numb.
Suddenly, she stares at me. As if I exist in my nudity with my love for her spread across my flesh like a canvas. Her fingers slide out of her pussy and she sucks them into her mouth, cleaning her digits one by one. Just because sheâs stopped doesnât mean thereâs anything in it for me. When she crawls toward the edge of the bed time draws to a standstill. Sheâs bent to pick up the nylons from the floor and her breasts fall together, so full and perfect. I was jealous once. Until she showed me she didnât need a handful of my flesh to have fun. That was a good night.
âCome here.â Her voice is husky and low. No doubt about the seriousness of her command.
She pats the side of the bed. A thrill of warmth presses tight against my chest when I move to the part of the bed where she wants me. No time to think before her nylonsâsilk no longer gentle like my loverâs fingersâslide over my wrist. Thereâs no stopping the hiss of pleasure that slips past my lips at this
exquisite, sensitive torture. Then my other wrist is in her grasp and to pull away would be like sin, unrepentable.
âDonât make a sound,â she advises me gently, and then attaches my bond to the thick iron bedpost specifically made for this type of thing. Itâs been so long since Iâve been in a compromising position. At least it seems like forever. Thereâs nothing I like better than to be in her capable hands.
Just because weâve done this before doesnât mean itâs been like thisâfacedown with my ass in the air. She slides a pillow under my hips and Iâm excitingly exposed. Deep down, Iâm ready. My bonds give me strength. Then her hands trace my barely there hips and hisses slip from my lips like Iâm a cat. Itâs a touch so light that my sex-starved cunt clenches deep inside and I groan. Itâs not enough, it will never be enough.
âShhh, youâre fine.â
Sure, Iâm fine. I take deep breaths.
Only time will tell. Her kisses fall down my back like condensation on a glass of water and I donât breathe, too worried sheâll stop. When her laughter trills against my cheek it breaks me into a million pieces. The sharp shush of cloth against my sensitive wrists almost makes me come, but she plans for it. Her fingernails dig into my ass to trip up pleasure with a sensation more primal. Thereâs no denying sheâs embedded in my skinâboth literally and figurativelyâas I pull against my bonds.
Regardless of the material, she ties good knots, which is part of the reason we fell in love. Perhaps the other part has something to do with stupidity more than anything else. But the sweet shift of her body between my legs reels me back out of my head. Thereâs no way to see from this angle. I yearn to tilt my head like an owl, if only for a fleeting glimpse.
My eyes ache for the