We had recently started dating. The first time we had sex wasn't stellar, but I knew he was smart enough to pick up on things I did to him that enhanced his sexual pleasure. The third time we had sex things started heating up. We developed an addiction to each other's bodies. I was petite, 125 pounds with bleach blond hair and an edgy cut. I liked to dress up and wear heels when we went out to dinner. I was a perfect blend of girlie girl with my manicured fingers and toes, and tom boy with my mad kayaking skills and competitiveness, especially on the gun range.
He was an ex veteran and currently a cop. I had never dated either before but I gave him the benefit of the doubt. I did the third date rule for our first sexual experience. I liked that he was over six feet tall, a marathon runner who didn't have much body fat for his age. I liked his lean abs and his perfectly rounded tight ass. He sported a goatee and a few tats. His hair was regulation for the department, short. I didn't mind tats, I had a few myself.
It's always a learning curve getting to know someone's likes and dislikes when you first become intimate. I wanted to impress him with my sexual prowess and see where it would take us, those years between divorces having paid off in expanding my horizons in the bedroom. I had a creative mind and, in time, I learned he did too.
Now, after a year of dating, we couldn't keep our hands off each other. We were addicted to each other's bodies with a chemistry we had never known and the hottest sex that kept getting hotter. He'd show up at my door after a few hot text messages late at night and it was game on. He'd kiss me with an urgency and often lifted me up carrying me to my bedroom. We called the bed our playground. The fact that it was only a queen size bed added to the fun. We were like an army team of two on maneuvers. Flips and turns had to be calculated on the fly. There were times he would have one foot on the floor, our bodies parallel, only I was lying down and he was standing. He'd get so enthralled I had to warn him we were losing our balance. He didn't care. That night, we went over the side, a ship capsizing as I clung to him and found myself relieved that he hit the tiled floor first, with me on top of him. We laughed because there was no warning, no preparation, and it upped the ante of how far we were willing to go for a new position and extended pleasure. Relief set in when we discovered we were both still in one piece. We weren't kids anymore. We were past our forties but we acted like horny teenagers blinded by sex and the next kinky thing we could think of, we tried. (With the exception of candle wax. That freaked him out as a hard limit.) We laid there a minute assessing the damage. I had a bruised knee with a rug burn from a tiny mat on the floor. He had a bruised elbow and a few sore back muscles. We called them sex injuries and wore them with pride.
Tonight was preplanned with light bondage with blindfolds. He always wanted to try it so tonight was his night. Tying his hands with the Velcro wraps anchored under the mattress I adjusted them so he couldn't move his arms. I now had total control. The more we made love the higher our sexual experiences climbed. We were constantly upping the anti-with each other, our creativity feeding off of each other like a junkie needing their next fix. What started out as an addiction to sex with each other had led to more, so much more.
I set the mood by lifting the metal lid off the Maple Cinnamon Pancake candle with four wicks, lighting them all. Bed, Bath and Body Works didn't play around with the fact that their candles were the best. The heavenly aroma of pancakes with maple syrup and butter filled the room making it cozy and familiar. The light adding ambience to our evening of fun and games in a room with black out curtains.
I placed the blue satin blindfold on him. He was fascinated with the idea of blindfolds. Something he had never tried with anyone else.
"Mm, I like this," his sexy voice made me wet as his world was veiled in darkness. His cock, hard and ready to go between us before we began to play.
This is going to be fun,
I thought. "Well let's see how much you like this," I challenge him, but he doesn't know it's a challenge because he has no idea what I have planned. Reaching into a glass of ice water he can't figure out the clicking of the ice in the glass. I can't help but grin and suppress a laugh at how he's going to jump on this one.
With two fingers I extracted an ice cube and let the droplets of water fall to their death on his unsuspecting nipples. His body lurches from the bed. I don't know if it was the surprise or the cold water. Ramping it up a notch I delicately rub the melting ice cube on his now erect nipple.
"Oh, that's cold," his voice showed a flicker of surprise and anticipation as goose bumps covered his body.
"Too much?"
"That was cold and shocking, but I liked it," he smiles and chuckles. I notice his breathing had returned to a normal.
I knew him. Everything we experimented with, he liked. He had discovered trust in a trustworthy person for the first time in his life. He had never experienced this with anyone else and he saw firsthand how it brought us closer. So close that a day without making love didn't exist. Every touch, every love note, holding hands as we walked into the grocery store, all of it adding to our bond. He brought me espresso in bed before he went to work. He left love notes on the bathroom mirror. I called all these little acts of love putting money in the pussy bank.
I loved switching things up, as did he. He liked it a bit rough. He loved the anticipation of not knowing what I'd do next. I loved his adventurous side. And, I loved him.
The trick with the blindfolds lies in the element of surprise. If he didn't know where I was touching him next it kept the sexual tension going. My next area of attack, his groin area. Dropping kisses in the crease of his thigh and groin I sucked and nibbled until he withered under me.
"Oh, I like that," his deep voice giving me his approval.
Ever so carefully I trailed my tongue up the right side of his torso and down the other side. I'd plant a kiss here, and there to keep his guessing. I like that he didn't have much hair on his body. Nothing could slow my tongue down but me. I loved driving him crazy with excitement. Continuing to stroke his body with my nails I continue to move my tongue around. I worked my way up his body to nibble on his now erect nipples with my teeth. He shivered under me.
"What are you going to do next?" his voice challenging me.
"Wouldn't you like to know?" I know I have to be careful not to give my next move away by shifting my weight on the mattress, or my hair touching him. Without leaning enough to give it away, I went to the left side of his torso, licking and sucking. I paused for a few seconds before leaving a trail of saliva from my lips as I make my way to his hard cock. It's waiting for me. It's been waiting for me, I inwardly smile.
I tease the head with my tongue. My fast pace slowing to a lingering sucking on the underside. I knew it was a soft spot for him. Stroking up and down his right leg with my nails I felt his goose bumps rise under my fingertips. Traveling from the head of his cock, I sucked a ball into my mouth rubbing my tongue around it, giving it a quick flick of my tongue. I suckled on it like it was a grape and I wanted the juice from it. I run my nails up his back, digging into it I hear him let out a sound of pleasure, a murmur of how good it feels. His body arches off the bed and the sharp intake of his breath told me I had hit my mark.
