In order to listen to your moans.
We've connected a few times and both felt an attraction. I summoned the courage to invite you to my home one evening, and now you're lying naked on my bed with me hovering over you.
I share that I want to torment you as you lie on my mattress. I want to hear you moan and groan - those attractive sounds that make my insides throb. I want to drive you wild, I want to witness your body quiver with pleasure, I want to observe and feel your movements.
I retrieve soft ribbons from the drawer next to my bed, thick white satin ribbon. I show you the ribbon, letting one end glide across your bare chest. It brushes against a nipple as I handle it. I lean in, my own erect nipples are a short distance from your lips. You could move your mouth up to kiss and suck, but you don't. Your gaze is fixed on mine as you wait. I stroke your lower lip, move down your jaw and glide my fingers from your neck to your shoulder. Then my hand travels down your arm to your fingertips and intertwine our fingers. 'You're not being controlled. You're not chained,' I whisper.
My other hand enters that wrist, the ribbon sliding over your abdomen. I pull the ribbon up and wind it around a bedpost. My hips incline against yours, sliding your hardened penis through my wetness. I wrap your hand twice, the ribbon brushing against your neck. As I repeat the gradual movements of my fingers tracing across your lips, jaw, and neck, I allow my nipple to rub against your lips. Your tongue lashes the tip of the tight pink nub, touching your mouth. I moan. My hips grind against you once more, my clitoris and your penis tip rubbing against each other. I encase your other hand in the ribbon, letting our fingers intertwine. I slip my body down, leaving a wet strip of our shared pleasure across my stomach as my lips kiss and suck and nibble your ear to your clavicle. 'If you want me to halt teasing, say 'now'. If you want me to stop completely, say apple.'
'I comprehend' you explain in a raspier tone and then you shut your eyes.
'I feel as if you're a present, allowing me to touch you this way and electing to remain bound.' I release a prolonged sigh near your neck and my hands stroke the delicate skin of your inner arms and come to rest pressing against your ribs. 'You can release your hands any time you want, any time you need.'
My words are soft and leisurely, all uttered with my lips brushing your cheek, shoulders, and neck. I reach my mouth to your ear and whisper gently, 'I want to hear you moan.' I gently bite your earlobe, then tenderly suck it.
I shift upward now, sliding my hips, ensuring the big head of your dick hits my core. One hand presses on your chest while the other travels down my form to my drenching folds. I drench my fingers, allowing my juices to adhere to them. I lean back towards you, my forehead touching yours. Then I press my fingers to your mouth, my lips meeting immediately. Our tongues twist around my fingers. 'You can taste how much I delight in your company, now recline, relax, and let's have fun.'
When I say this, you let out your first tantalizing moan. I don't know you very well, so I take my time investigating your form. I notice light touches make you shiver, my nails running across your chest and abdomen trigger a hissing exhale of air. Long, sloppy, wet licks seem ineffective until your nipples harden when I blow my breath across the moist skin. I stay away from that ticklish spot that makes you flinch, resting an elbow next to your head while keeping my hand sliding through your hair. Your eyes usually close, and I consider employing a blindfold if we ever engage in this act again.
"What a delightful present" I muse to myself. I start caressing your arches, toes, ankles and as my hands glide up your calf, my lips follow, showering kisses. Your breath hitches as my hands arrive at your inner thigh, my lips catch up and with a nip I nuzzle your legs open and take up a spot between them. Your erection is rigid, there's a hint of moisture on the tip. My hands keep ascending but my lips stay put. I rest my head on your thigh and gaze into your eyes as my hands finally touch your cock. One hand climbs up and to the side of your hip, I grasp firmly while my other hand circumnavigates the base of your cock. I ease my grip and you jerk your hips, exhaling, "please".
I stroke my hand up and back down your cock, never touching the head and our skin barely scrapes. Your irregular breathing is music to my ears and so I employ just the tips of my fingers to brush up and down lightly against your cock. My fingers press against a broad vein along the underside and encircle the root of your head. I watch your face as I slowly slide my fingers from one side to the other, you're contorted in pleasure and anticipation and just when I notice your lips parting to half-choke out "please"... I seize the head of your cock in my mouth. I swirl my tongue around the tip and lap up that tantalizing nub of precum that's been beckoning me. Your entire body convulses and you swear. I lift my head up and gaze into your eyes as I pull your cock from my mouth with a soft popping sound. I chuckle.
"Did you like that?" I enquire. Your pupils are dilated, your breathing shallow and I feel your heart thumping under my palm. You merely stare at me. "It was like an electric shock" you eventually mutter.
"Hmm.. was it too much?" I inquire. You nod slowly and answer, "No". I raise an eyebrow and wait for you to elaborate as I maintain the pleasant stroking motions of my fingers along your erection. I release your hip so my hand can wander to my clit.
You smirk at me and say, "You're really good at this. Bringing me to the brink of unbearable anticipation and teasing me, then taunting me brief periods of relief, before resuming those exasperating feathery touches".
I observe in awe as your eyes close, your throat convulses as you swallow and your cock throbs as you flex. You moan and utter, "I don't want this to end but I also intend to unload my essence inside you right now"
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