You lie cuffed to my bed, only your briefs to cover you. Your eyes are masked by a satin blindfold. I can see that your fingers grip the iron bars of the bed frame and your body is tense as you wait.
At first it is so easy to stand there admiring you, watching you strain to catch every sound. But the more I look, the more I want to touch. To stroke my hands across your chest and stomach, feel your nipples against my palms, your stomach muscles tense against my caress. I know that if I run my fingers across the front of your briefs I'll feel your cock respond, twitching and hardening, your hips thrusting up to prolong the contact.
I step closer to the bed and your head turns towards the sound, your lips parted. I bend and press my lips to yours, my hair brushing your face. Just one kiss, a quick taste. I flick your nipples with my nails and scratch softly down your body, your stomach muscles tensing in response. Slipping my fingers under the waistband of your briefs I pull them down so that they are cupping your balls, leaving that gorgeous cock exposed. I pause to admire and am so tempted to touch, maybe just a little stroke with the tips of my fingers.
You feel the mattress give a little as I kneel next to you. Then another pause, as I feast on you with my eyes. There's no hurry, I don't think you'll be going anywhere!
I straddle you and sit on your stomach, pressing my pussy against your skin. You can feel the heat and wetness leaving its sticky mark. Leaning forwards I trace your lips with a fingertip -- your lips part and I slip my finger between them. Will you suck and lick or bite I wonder? A small nip followed by a caressing tongue -- perfect. You hear my indrawn breath in response and know that I'll be biting my lip -- trying not to give too much away. I withdraw my finger and lift my pussy away from your body. Two fingers are proffered and you can smell the musky scent of sex. Your mouth opens, sucking them in and tasting me for the first time. I can feel your tongue lapping my skin and I shiver.
Withdrawing the fingers I lean forwards and press against your lips, you feel my nipple hard and demanding attention. Sucking my nipple into your mouth you bite and I gasp, but do not withdraw. My nipples love attention and the way you are sucking and nipping is making me wetter. I straighten slightly and your mouth follows, trying to re-capture. I rub the other nipple across your cheek and you turn your head trying to seize it. I rub it against your lips and withdraw before you have chance to latch on. You hear me laugh, just a small laugh of enjoyment.