I always think its too convenient that the guys in every steamy story I've ever read, which, admittedly, isn't too many, are all too well hung. Ever heard its not the size of the wave, but the motion of the ocean, boys? I mean, my current lovers not even near small, I've playfully measured him at over seven and half inches or so when he's ready to go, and that’s more than enough to please me, because he does have, what he likes to refer to as mad skillz. His bedroom games keep me waiting with anticipation at any rate.
Last night, he came in, wearing leather pants and a white shirt, reminiscent of the way he'd dressed at the last new years party we'd been too. He knew he looked good like that, come on girls, when a guys got a nice round bottom, it only looks better in leather, and you know it. He stopped my chatter, yes, I'm a talker, and picked me up, planting a kiss on my lips and depositing me on the couch pretty roughly.
"Hello to you too, darling." I murmured as his hands worked at ripping my clothes to shreds. Tacky, yes, but have you ever actually had a man rip the shirt you're wearing right off your body? It makes you hot as hell. Once he had my down to my bra and panties he shrugged out of his own shirt and continued his onslaught of kisses.
They were the wet and sloppy sort, which I liked, he had in fact once told me that I had to kiss like the porn stars would if they were really into making it with someone. I'd take his tongue into my mouth and suck on it, sliding my tongue caressingly over it, while I wrapped my legs around him and moved my hips to grind against him in the same rhythm. "Not so quick, this time, wench."
I didn't know what kick he was on, but I decided it was fine with me as he picked me up and half carried half drug me, squealing with delight, to my bed. He laid me on it, and got handcuffs from his back pocket. "Cooperate with me, darling, and your punishment will please us both." He murmured the words against my ear in a way that made my heart beat faster than a train.
I nodded, and whispered, "as you wish". He took my wrists and snapped one cuff on, moving it behind the brass bars of the bed before taking the other wrist in the other one. I was deliciously imprisoned. I pulled my hands forward and heard the links clink against the bar. I writhed on the satin sheets, my body cold without him as he stood and looked at me coolly.
"Tell me you want me." He said, his face showing no emotion.
"I want you."
"not badly enough yet." He smiled that devilish smile of his, and those dark eyes were so mischievous that I caught myself in a smile. "Smile now, m'lady, you'll be moaning my name in a minute."
With that he sat astride me on the bed, bending to kiss me, settling back so that he could drape my thighs over his, and rub the leather of his pants against me. His hand slid between my legs and I bucked against him. I'd never gotten so hot so easily. "Wet already, you tart." He grinned then, and kissed me, and I would have given anything to have wrapped my arms around him and held that kiss.
He broke away, and unsnapped the front closure to my bra. "Pity to keep such fine scenery so bound up, my dear." My nipples were already hard, and dark and he lightly tapped his thumb over the right one, and I shivered. "Please..." I moaned and he put his thumb over my lip. "Speak only when bidden."
I bit my lip as his hands returned to my breasts, fingertips swirling over the flesh in the slightest of caresses before he pinched my nipples. I moaned and arched my back, using my thighs to bring his leather clad self against me. I rubbed against him, and it only made the aching between my legs worse.
He smiled, and moved so that he was away from me, leaning across my body so that his mouth was a shiver from my breast. He blew gently on one tip and then the other and I just couldn't take it. I arched up, and my nipple grazed his mouth. His tongue snaked out, and the tip just caressed my nipple, then retreated. I sobbed in frustration. He pushed me back against the bed, and laid his body against mine, letting me open my legs to cradle him against my growing wetness.
