I slip silently through the door, moving without any noise to give away my presence.
Twisting the handle, I close the door without so much as a squeak to alert you.
I move to the side of your bed without further delay, smiling down at you.
You begin to stir when my shadow falls over your body.
Moving fast, I press my hand to your mouth when your eyes fly open, the startled sound suppressed less than I would like.
Once your eyes adjust to the semi-darkness, you visibly relax, smiling against my palm.
With a nod, I slide my hand away from your face and downward.
You shiver when I reach your stomach, where the hem of your shirt is bunched up.
Your skin is heated to the touch as I slip my fingers beneath the thin material.
Leaning closer to you, I let my mouth rest next to your ear.
Your visibly shiver as my tongue slips out to play along the shell, your body fully awake now.
Bunching the hem of your shirt in a loose fist, I begin pulling up as I whisper to you.
"I promise to more than make up for the sleep you'll be losing."
My breath on your ear causes your own breathing to hitch, and you simply nod in acknowledgement.
My smile going unseen at the side of your head, I press my hand flat against your abdomen and begin sliding upward.
As I trail towards your breasts with my palm, your shirt follows my progress, slowly revealing more and more of you to my watchful gaze.
When it reaches the top of your breasts, I smile and give your ear another lick before moving away.
I slip my legs over your abdomen, straddling you to get a better view of your uncovered chest.
I begin sliding my fingernails along your stomach, moving slowly up to the swell of your breasts.
"My hands are occupied at the moment. Why don't you finish taking that off for me?" I ask with a gesture to the shirt.
Licking your lips, you bring your arms up and start working it over your shoulders and head.
As soon as the fabric covers your gaze, I move forward and press my lips to the top of one of your breasts.
You gasp into the cotton and jump in surprise when my lips lock on the supple skin.
Pressing the tip of my tongue out, I begin laving until my saliva glistens on every bit of the visible skin.
You're slow to pull the shirt further off yourself as my tongue flicks outward and begins sweeping along the exposed flesh.
When the edges of your pink bra cup show the dampness there, I move my head and begin repeating the whole process on your other side.
You finally manage to get your top off, and as it falls to the floor our eyes lock.
"You know what I think?" I inquire while my hands slip up your stomach once more.
Smiling at your inquisitive stare, I curve my fingernails beneath the edges of your bra cups.
You shake as I begin sliding the nails up and down the swell of your breasts, slipping your bra higher and higher towards the top of your curves as I do.
"I think that this is keeping you from having fun. Do you want me to fix that for you?"
As I ask, I bring my nails lightly down and away from your engorged nipples, you begin nodding vigorously.
Smirking, I continue dancing my fingers around the edges of your nipples.
When you start thrusting your chest up to meet my strokes, I slip my hands beneath the fabric and push upwards, finally freeing your globes with a small bounce from each.
In no time at all, your bra is unsnapped, and with shaking hands you pull it the rest of the way free, tossing it to join your shirt once it's clear.
"Now that is a nice sight," I muse as my fingers start dancing around your pointed buds.
You turn slightly red at my touch, my nails lightly tickling your heated skin while I tug on your nipples.
Giving in to instinct, I lean forward and lock my lips around one of them.
When I put my tongue to work on it, you start trembling beneath me.
I continue this way until your hips begin bucking off the bed.
"We should finish getting you all ready for the real fun first, before I get too caught up," I muse with a grin before pulling away.
A small moan of disappointment leaves you as I move, the sound making my lips curve more.
You watch me as I move around your room and slip into your closet, your heart speeding up as you guess at what I'm getting.
When I'm at your side once again, I lightly grab your wrists and pull your arms downward to rest against your legs.
You stare in rapt attention as I slip the first scarf around your right wrist, the smooth, silky fabric sending a shiver through you.
When a knot holds your wrist secured, I take a hold of your foot and lift up and forward.
Sensing my intention, you bring your ankle to rest next to your bound wrist, your breathing speeding up as I continue.
I wind the scarf around, trapping your joints tighter together.
After several passes over the two, I tie the scarf off, effectively making your joints immobile.
Not done yet, I pull the second scarf out and make short work of repeating the process between your elbow and knee.
"Is it too tight?" I ask, slowly caressing the naked flesh of your thigh.
You shake your head silently as goosebumps rise to meet my palm, your face coloring a darker shade of red at the touch.
Nodding in satisfaction, I move across your body, making slow progress of sliding around your ass until I come to kneel on your other side.
No words or gestures are made this time, your left arm and leg coming together with a clear eagerness.
A damp mark begins to form on the crotch of your panties as I wrap two more scarves around you, your body effectively sealed from moving by the time I'm finished.
I grin as I pull the last scarf from my pocket, your expression turning to one of confusion as you wonder what its purpose is.
You don't have to wait long before I pounce, quickly wrapping the length of silk around your head.
You gasp as your vision is taken from you, your other senses slowly taking up the slack of your missing sight.
You hear me slipping across the bed, your heart hammering away as you ponder on what I'm doing now that you can't see me.
My hand on your the curve of your back makes you jump and release a small squeak, the sound swallowed up in the otherwise silent room.
I begin tracing small circles around your spine, the gesture slowly going out further.
As my fingers get closer to your ass, the dark spot on your pink bikini briefs grows larger and larger.
"Getting you all trussed up seems to've made you impatient, sexy," I muse.
As I speak, I slip the hand over the curve of your ass and press firmly inward, rubbing my palm against the wet spot and its hidden source.
Your breath hitches as I slowly rub your crotch, expanding the wet spot until your thighs begin glistening as well.
With an ever-growing grin, I bring my index finger down and begin tracing your pussy lips out on the thin, damp cotton.
Your hips slowly begin wiggling to match my strokes.
When you start pressing back, trying to get my touch deeper inside of you, I decide to end your temporary suffering.
You groan as my hand slips away, only to make a small mewl of pleasure as I untie one side of the strings holding the fabric to your crotch.
I'm slower getting the other side's knot free, my hands brushing against your thigh as it gradually loosens.
When at last it slips free, I lean forward and wrap my lips around the edge.
Shivers run through you as I pull the briefs away from your hips, my breath puffing out against your twitching pussy as I do.
I savor the taste on the fabric for a small eternity before dropping it into my hands, your body fully revealed for my exploration and enjoyment at last.
"What should I do to you, now that you're so very-"
As I speak, I put my hand on the curve of your ass, sending new shivers through you.
"-very-"
The hand slips down to brush over your twitching pussy, the skin coming away damp as I do.
"-naked for me?" I finish inquiring.
You moan as my middle finger slips past your lips, your walls immediately tightening to clamp around the digit.
You shift to press further into my touch, more moans escaping your parted mouth.
"C'mon, now. I can't very well guess what you want, so you're going to have to ask for it to get it," I say with a smirk.
I slow my strokes down, making sure to move my hand according to your hips' bucking so I slip into you only as fast and deep as I want.
The maddening teasing effects you, a frustrated groan escaping you.
"Ple-ease make me cum," you pant.
Smiling, I move my other hand up your side, your back arcing into the touch.
"That wasn't overly convincing on what you want me to do," I retort.
"Please, Sir, I don't care how you do it, please just make me cum for you," you moan.
Grinning, I lean forward until my head is next to your own.
"That's better, pet," I state.
My breath on your ear is quickly followed by my tongue and lips.
As I begin lightly nibbling on the shell and lobe of your ear, my hand on your side slips underneath you.
You gasp as my palm rubs against the swell of your breast, even as my middle finger slips up to run light circles in your hardened nipple.
When I start cooperating with your bucking hips and slipping my middle finger inside of you over and over again, your entire body begins shaking from all the sensation.
My tongue presses flat against your ear's curve and slowly works downward.
I continue moving my head and torso downward, trailing my mouth along the entire path.
I take a brief rest at your neck, your pulse hammering away beneath my tongue.
Grinning, I suck the skin into my mouth and lave the small circle, more mewls ripped from you with every lick.
Your cum begins leaking down my finger, slowly coating my knuckles in your essence.
I slip my index finger in to join it, curving my hand to lie flat against your mound.
Your pussy slowly tightens down on my fingers, causing greater friction as you approach an explosive orgasm.
As I suck harder on your neck, my hand slips up to more fully grasp your breast, especially focused on your diamond-hard nipple.