As I lie here, I can almost feel the scarves encircling my wrists, holding me prisoner to you. They hold my hands above my head. They hold my legs spread wide. I can feel the strength of your eyes roving over my body. My nipples harden into tight little points before your gaze. I know that you can see my wetness glistening on my deep-pink lips as they yearn for your touch. My back arches off of the cool sheets. My head tilts back, baring my throat to the bite of your teeth. I glimpse a sliver of light underneath the black of the blindfold that shields you from my sight. Your lips track the length of my neck, sucking my skin into the damp heat of your mouth. I groan in frustration. I want to touch you; to tease you as you are teasing me, but I cannot. The scarves prevent my hands from making contact with your skin. I strain against my bindings, aching for satisfaction from the lust tearing through me.
I feel you smirk against my skin. You find my helplessness amusing; yet it arouses you beyond belief. Your mouth leaves my throat and I groan, desiring you so strongly that I'm not sure how I'm surviving without having you buried in my tight wet heat. I know you're watching me. I can feel it, even if I can't see it. The knowledge only heightens my desire for you. Your eyes burn into my skin; hot where my legs are held open. I want to wrap them around you as you pound your cock into me, but I don't know where you are and my legs are bound tightly to the bed frame. I bite my lower lip, my pussy throbbing, slick juices pooling between my legs and dripping onto the sheets below me.
The shock of a single finger sliding up my slit splashes over me like iced water. I gasp as the calloused tip ever-so-slightly parts my lips and whispers over my achingly hard clit. My moisture coats your finger, making it glide easily over my sensitive skin. I'm torn in a thousand directions. My hips want to rise up to meet your touch. I want to feel your fingers parting my slick pussy lips and driving deep inside of me, my cunt stretching around their width. I feel your thumb dip lower, circling the tightly puckered ring of my ass. I tense at the slight pressure, then relax, taking you knuckle-deep. Your fingers are still thrusting into my pussy, moving in rhythm with your thumb sliding in and out of my ass. I can feel my lips cling to your fingers as they retreat, begging you not to leave me until I'm satiated.
You slide a finger across my lips and I suck it into my mouth, bathing it with my tongue as my pussy bathes your other hand in my juice. Your thumb is sliding more and more easily in and out of my tight ass, my wetness sliding down my slit into my crack, easing your way. I groan, contracting around you, my ass milking your thumb as my pussy milks your fingers. One hand. You have one hand on me and I'm already going crazy with want. My whole existence is centered on the feeling of those calloused fingers stretching my holes.
