[[ This story was inspired by a discussion I had with a very nice man online. It is my first attempt at writing this genre, so I hope it is ok for you. Enjoy...]]
Weak, early morning sun filtered through the small chink in the curtains, casting a pale beam across the entwined bodies of the couple in the bed. Mumbling something incoherent and laced with sleep, the young female snuggled closer into the body of the man beside her, pressing against him, feeling the heat of his skin against hers as she once more settled back into sleep, her head filled with dreams of him.
Waiting a few moments for her breath to even out, to confirm that she was back in a deep sleep, he slid slowly away from her. Escaping the warmth of the covers, and of her flesh. If things were to go to plan he needed to get this all sorted out before she awoke properly, he needed to move quickly.
As he worked he let his mind replay the events of the previous night, going over every detail to remind himself of what had worked, what hadn't been quite so good, and ultimately to remind himself of her face as her orgasm had broken. The way her head had tipped back, her eyelids fluttering, her hands reaching out and gripping his shoulders, as if his skin were all that held her to this earth. It had been a magical moment, hopefully the first of many more to come.
At just nineteen years old she still retained her youthful inexperience but there was little she wasn't willing to try. Until the previous night she hadn't even used a vibrator on herself. He however had more experience and was more than willing to share it with her, and as he slipped back under the thick duvet a smile played on his lips at what he had in store for her this morning.
Sliding close against her body once more he buried his face in the softness of her neck, brushing aside her shoulder length auburn hair, the sweet smell of her shampoo heavy in the air around him. He placed a gentle kiss against her pulse point, before moving so he could kiss her lips, her eyelids, her nose, his hand caressing her cheek before sliding his body down the length of hers, following the plane of her stomach until he reached the waistband of her panties.
She mumbled as his touch slowly coaxed her awake, her eyes still closed as his fingers slipped under the waistband of her panties, she slowly opened her legs for him, giving him better access, his index fingers running down the length of her outer labia, enticing a small moan as her eyes finally opened and she smiled down at him.
Once her eyes opened he was ready to put the next stage of his plan into action, she needed to be awake, to see and be conscious of, what he was doing. Reaching under the bed he pulled out four lengths of cord, and showed them to her, a smile on his lips as he saw her breath catch in her throat, her cheeks flushed with desire.
Slowly, his touch teasingly, feather-light he removed his hands from her panties, and spread her legs further, pulling her down the bed slightly, as he kissed her inner thighs, alternating from side to side, his hands wrapping around her ankles moving her into position before taking the cord once more and securely fastening her feet to the end of the bed, legs spread wide, giving him complete access to her.
Teasing her with his slowness he kissed his way back up her thighs, his mouth coming dangerously close to, but not touching, her heated sex, her classic white panties going partially see through with the moisture flowing from inside her. He kissed is way up her stomach, pausing at her navel, swirling his tongue inside her belly-button, making her squirm. Then up between her breasts, his fingers tweaking her nipples as he passed them, he didn't rest in any area for long, until he reached her neck. He nuzzled his face against her, licking, kissing and biting the creamy white flesh. She cupped his face with her hands, as he continued to work at her neck, he knew, from their discussions that her neck was an erogenous zone for her, and he was using it to his best advantage.
As he felt her hands on his face he was reminded of his plan, and moved away from her once more, taking her hands in his, this thumbs making small circles in her palms as he stretched her arms above her head. He took the last two cords and tied her hands to the top of the bed, stretching her out across the bed, completely helpless, unable to move. She tested the bindings once more, only to find they held firm.
Her pulse was racing, her skin flush and hot, so far this was everything she had told him she had wanted. Right now he could do whatever he wanted to her and she wouldn't be able to stop him.
He reached over to the bedside cabinet removing a pair of scissors from the drawer, again he took his time, making sure she could see what he was doing as he carefully cut away her now sodden panties. He rolled the material into a ball which he then gently pressed into her mouth, creating a make-shift gag of sorts. She moaned around the material, tasting herself, sucking on the fabric.
Smiling at her he moved his attention back to her dripping core, he ran his finger down the middle of it, just brushing against her clit as it slipped easily inside of her, He took her outer lips between his fingers and pulled them apart, opening her up for his viewing. She was sleek and wet already, her juices flowing readily, her desire evident. Her clit was red and swollen, and possibly, he thought, still a little sore from their actions the night before. He brushed the tip of his finger against it, smiling as her hips jerked up to meet him, her body involuntary seeking him out, wanting him inside of her.
He bent his head down, his tongue extending to flick across her clit, inhaling her deep, heady scent as he did so, then he ran his tongue the entire length of her, collecting her thick, sweet juices on his tongue, savouring the taste in his mouth, all the while building her desire. His own hardness growing inside his shorts, his own needs mounting in line with hers.
He reached under the bed once more, emerging this time with a small vibrator, he slipped it easily inside of her, just teasing her entrance, turning it to full power, watching as her hips bucked in response, pulling at the restraints. He ran his palms over her breasts, teasing and pinching the nipples as he moved his body to straddle her.
Once more he leant over to the bedside cabinet, reaching into the drawer and retrieving two clothes pegs. They wouldn't have the same effect as the nipple clamps he owned, but he didn't want to push her too far. Not when they had only been together a few times. He leant down to suck on her left nipple, swirling his tongue around it, catching it between his teeth and biting, making it rock hard before pulling back and quickly applying the peg to it, and then repeating the process with the left. The sharp pain of the application died away, leaving a dull, throbbing persistent ache that she knew could be heightened by any touch on the peg.
