All Tied Up 15

He lay me down gently, as he kissed me.

"Hold on a second," he said, and rose from the bed. One by one, he lit candles around the room and then dimmed the lights. I sat half up in the bed, watching him create ambiance. I was propped on my elbows so that my chest stuck out, half intentionally. I was impressed at his thoughtfulness, and smiled to myself. We made eye contact and I bit my lip.

He came back and sat on the bed, wrapping his arms around me and kissing me deeply. I loved the way his lips felt- warm and hungry. I curled my legs up next to him and rolled my head back as he kissed my neck. The heat between my legs grew and I squirmed a little, pressing my chest against his. I held him so tightly my arms felt sore. I breathed in his scent (fresh and clean and warm) and lifted the hem of his shirt up and over his head. He lifted his arms and tossed it aside, revealing his toned pecs and biceps. He wasn't huge, but he was youthful and firm. His honey brown chest was completely hairless and he got goosebumps as I ran my fingers across it lightly. Again, we made eye contact and I touched his cheek and smiled, raising one eyebrow.

"Come here," he said, and stood next to the bed. He took my hand and drew me up to him, kissing me deeply as his hands wrapped around my waist tightly. He found the zipper at the back of my dress and slowly unzipped it while he kissed me. I caught it with my hands before it fell.

"Sit down." He obeyed, and sat on the edge of his bed, bulge in his pants rising. I swayed gently, clutching the dress around my chest. I turned and wiggled my butt a little to give him a show of my exposed back. I strutted away from him, stepping seductively in my tall heels, and turned slowly back to face him. His breath conveyed his desire- shallow and ragged, affected by my every move. I loved having him in this state. Nothing turned me on than the look on his face when my teasing gave way to indulgence- that moment when I gave him exactly what he wanted.

"Want more?" I asked, feigning innocence.

"Uh-huh!" he said, and began to rise from the bed.

"Ah ah ah," I scolded, playfully pushing him back down with one hand while I held my dress up with the other.

As slowly as I could (because fighting my own desire was almost as hard as fighting his), I let the dress slip down over my breasts in my lacey black bra, down past my pale stomach, over my hips in my little black panties, down over my round butt, thighs, knees. I finally let it drop to the floor and stepped (in my black heels) delicately out.

I pushed him down on the bed and jumped on top of him, straddling his hips and kissing him and giggling. He kissed back, wild with desire, his hands running all over my body, holding me close. Suddenly, before I knew what was happening, he held me tight and rolled me over, pinning my hands on either side of my head and straddling one of my thighs. He kissed me deeply and I moaned, grinding my pussy against his knee. I loved being under him, feeling his weight on top of me, trusting him.

"You look so hot. And you're mine now," he whispered. He kissed my neck, giving me goosebumps all over and making me get wet. I had always been a little self-conscious. I was young, and he was the first boy who had ever seen me in my underwear. He began to kiss his way down my neck and chest, leading to my stomach. It tickled a little, and I squealed and tried to cover my stomach with my arms.

"Baby, no!" I pleaded, smiling sheepishly and blushing.

"You're ok," he said, bringing his eyes to meet mine and pausing. "Please let me please you." I nodded, and bit my lip. Gently but firmly, he moved my arms to my sides and kissed the skin they had covered.

His lips moved up between the valley of my breasts, alternatively warming and cooling my skin with every inhale and exhale. Every nerve awakened, and my breath caught as I reveled in the sensation. I stroked his hair gently, half-conscious and half drunk with the ecstasy of being touched.

"You are so beautiful," he said. "I want to kiss every inch of your body." His words intoxicated me, and my eyes closed softly as I succumbed to his kisses. He reached behind me and deftly unhooked my bra. With gentle fingers and soft kisses, he slipped the strap off one of my shoulders. I held the cups onto my breasts, torn between my own uncertainty and my desire to feel his lips everywhere.

"Don't worry," he said. "Let me make you feel good, baby." I slipped the bra off and tossed it aside, pulling him in to kiss him. His chest against mine felt so hot and intimate- I had never felt someone else's bare skin touch mine that way. He slid down my body and cold air rushed between us. My nipples instantly hardened. He sat up a little, took one breast in each of his warm, strong hands, and massaged them gently.

"God I love your breasts," he murmured, gazing at my naked breasts before him. He leaned down and took one of my nipples into my mouth, squeezing the breast as he swirled his tongue around my areola. I arched my back up toward him and sighed. With his other hand he pinched my nipple lightly, rolling it between his fingers. He moved his mouth to the other nipple and suckled it. My mind fogged with pleasure and I gently held his head with my hands, not wanted him to move his mouth.

My pussy got wetter and wetter and I pressed myself against his knee, writhing under the power of his incredible mouth. I reached my hands up above my head to the headboard, and pushed against it to press even harder against his knee. My pussy was on fire, and just as I pressed myself against him again, he bit my nipple sharply and flicked his tongue against the tip inside his mouth. I gasped and he smiled mischievously. He pressed up against me and slid up to kiss my mouth. His hands outlined my body from my hips to my ribs to my underarms, pressing gently till they clasped mine above my head.

"Trust me," he whispered. I nodded, ready to agree to anything to keep his mouth on me. His attention suddenly went to my wrist, and out of nowhere he has a silky rope. My mind raced and I realized he must have planned this, and had them there already, waiting for me. I raised one eyebrow and looked at him questioningly. His attention, however, was focused on tying my wrist, gently but tightly, to the bedpost above my head.

I brought my free hand to his face, drawing him in to kiss me. He gently sucked my bottom lip into his mouth, driving me wild. He allowed me one more passionate kiss before he locked eyes with me, raised my other arm up, and tied me there.

I lay, wearing nothing but my wet panties, arms above my head. I was panting with desire, nipples engorged and aching to be touched, arching my back fruitlessly to feel his touch again.

He sat up and looked at me with a kind of desire I had never seen before. The bulge in his pants was huge and his chest was flushed.

"You look incredibly hot. I love making you squirm, baby. Stay right here, I'll be right back." He stood, kissed me deeply, and walked out of the bedroom before I could even protest.

To be continued...