The next morning I woke at first light, still keyed up from our adventure last night. I lay there naked, gently caressing my thighs and stomach as I replayed the events in my mind. The light touches, skin to skin, made my whole body tingle as I thought about the blindfold. The gentle restraints. Being the center of attention. The sting of the spanking. I felt a big smile stretch my face at it all... he did such a good job! A "thank you" was definitely in order.
Quietly, slowly I slid under the covers and over to his side of the bed. The warm scent of sleeping man was everywhere. Sliding up between his legs, I found his penis waiting. Not hard but not soft, it was the perfect mouthful. Using just my tongue and lips, I pulled it into my mouth, where it fit perfectly. Gently sucking and with lots of tongue, I teased it awake. The feeling of a chubby penis growing in my mouth has got to be one of my favorite treats. Feeling it turn hard as gets bigger, feeling the big veins grow and throb, the first salty drop of pre cum hitting my tongue as I let it slide between my lips...mmm.
His legs moved and spread, giving me more room. Next his hands slid down, searching for my head, pulling my hair away and guiding my movements ever so gently. My man was awake. Since I didn't need to worry about startling him awake anymore, I shifted up to my knees, freeing my hands. I gripped the root of him with a firm hand, slowly jerking up to meet my descending mouth. With my other hand, I cupped and caressed his balls, feeling them move and roll in my hands. Balls used to intimidate me... so much pain could be dealt, but also so much pleasure. Finding the right touch had taken practice...lots of it.
His hands left my head momentarily to flip the covers back. I watched his eyes, seeing them take in what I was doing to him, seeing the lust I was inspiring. Holding his cock still, I opened my mouth wide and ran my tongue up the underside like it was an ice cream cone, then swirling around the head.
"Good morning, lover," I drawled before engulfing him again, never breaking eye contact. The smile on his face, mixed with arousal, was so intoxicating. He had been in control last night but now it was my turn. I went slow. There was no hurry and no need for a quick cum. I wanted to see how long I could keep him rock hard. A few slow bobs of my head, my tongue circling him, followed by a slow stroke up with my hand and a squeeze at the head. Never stopping my other hand, cupping and tugging his balls and scrotum. I used that hand to feed me his balls, sucking one, then then both into my mouth as I languidly slid my hand up and down his shaft. Never rushing, never speeding up, keeping eye contact the whole time...
The look of pleasure was still there, mixed with the pain of wanting to cum. Perfect. Keeping my hand on his cock, I straightened up, feeling my breasts settle onto my rib cage with a slight jiggle. I moved up, pushing his cock down so I could straddle him. I desperately wanted him inside me...but not yet. My pussy was practically dripping by now, allowing me to slide up and down his shaft. Which I did. I reached for his hands, pulling them up to my tits and holding them there, encouraging him to feel me. Those big hands, cupped in mine, caressing me sent a tingle straight to my pussy, making me wetter.
"I really enjoyed last night. Even more than I thought I would. Thank you." I leaned forward to kiss him, morning breath be damned. Our tongues met, dancing between mouths, exploring, exciting. I rode him a little faster, feeling the full length of him slide along the lips of my pussy, tickling my clit.
"I'm glad. I had fun, too." He paused for a moment then, "You going to torture me all morning?"
"Yup."
"OK then. Torture away."
So I did. Taking my hands away, I put them on his shoulders, giving me the leverage to really grind onto him, hard but still slow, the pressure on my clit going from a tickle to a torment instantly. He groaned at the added pressure of my pussy on his cock. He began to maul my tits and tug my nipples... so good! Our mouths met again, tongues almost frantic now. The desire to lift up and let him slide into me was beginning to be overwhelming.
He finally made the decision for me. As I slide forward one last time he pushed his hips down and back, instantly slotting his cock to slide right up into me. Which it did, in 1 long, slow, push, a wave of fullness, pressure, and feeling driving straight my core. We both groaned together. He took over the driver's seat, hands on my hips and slamming into me. Even with me sitting on him he managed to pummel me with short hard jabs of his cock. I went from almost there to way over the top, going light-headed and making little crying noises. With a grunt, I felt him go over the edge to, pushing as hard as he could into me and spraying his cum.
As our orgasms began to fade, I collapsed onto him, panting hard, feeling his answering gasps under me. Sweat coated our bodies, making my breasts slide against his chest, a pleasant tingle on my nipples giving me aftershocks. We kissed again, breaths mingling, tongues touching. So GOOD...
"Yeah... we gotta do this again." I muttered into his ear. He just chuckled back as he hugged me close.
A COUPLE MONTHS LATER
Friday at last! Fighting afternoon traffic after a long week, our fancy dinner date a distant memory as work, moving in together, and life took over. I couldn't wait to get back to our house, put my feet up, have a glass of wine, and begin the weekend unwind.
I parked in the driveway, grabbed my stuff, and walked in the front door. Before I could even put my things down, strong arms wrapped around me from behind and in my ear a deep voice whispered, "Tonight, you are under my control."
The shock of being grabbed from behind plus the memories that simple little sentence conjured up sent a jolt through my stomach. I had to stifle the urge to fight, flee, or scream... all three!
Once he understood I wasn't going anywhere, he released me but still forced me to look away from him. Big hands put a blindfold over my eyes. Not silk this time...something more like a sleeping mask but still rendering me blind. One hand grasped my 2, wrist together, and led me further into the house. I knew our new house well enough to know we were going to our bedroom and, I hoped, our king-sized bed.
When he stopped leading me, he said, "Stand still."
I complied, shivering a little in excitement. I felt hands unbutton my shirt, heard the whisper of fabric as it slid off my shoulders. Next went my pants, his hands warm on my calves as he guided my leg out of them. Finally, my bra and panties joined what I assumed was a small pile in the middle of the floor. Once again he led me, this time to the bathroom. I heard the shower begin, felt the humidity roll across my naked skin and my nipples pucker in response.
Next, the harsh sound of a shower curtain being pulled aside. Guiding hands pulled me towards the shower, a deep voice instructed me to step up, and then I was in the warm, warm water. The sensation of being washed, of having slippery hands caressing, rubbing every part of me was so amazing. And he was so thorough... my neck and shoulders, down and under my arms, caressing my breasts (and rolling my nipples between his fingers), down my stomach to the junction of my thighs, my pussy, my ass, down my legs to my feet. Very thorough indeed.
"Spread your legs a little."
I complied, then heard a spritz sound followed by his hand spreading something across my pubes.
