His palms were sweaty, his mouth dry with anticipation for what he was about to do. He looked down on her and licked his lips in anticipation of how her nipple would taste along his tongue. But where to start first?
He tentatively reached out with one hand to massage one breast as he leaned forward to gently kiss the other. As he pinched and squeezed, he began to nibble his way to her nipple. He felt her tremble in what he hoped to be anticipation for what he would do next.
Emboldened by his apparent success he slowly inched his lips lower as he kept massaging her breasts with both hands. Slowly he licked and kissed his way down. His fingers and nails following in the footsteps of his mouth. He kept going, with occasional nibble lower and lower.
1st part by a different writer
Seeing him standing there almost made her take back her decision. But one look into his eyes, and she knew he was ready. His palms were slightly damp, and his hands shook. His nervousness as he massaged, pinched, and nibbled on her nipple made her shiver with pleasure. She loved men like this.
Men who were quiet, respectful, and unsure of themselves. Sometimes she wished she could bottle them up and keep them like that forever. But, all in good time. He was ready, and she was willing to take him. She smiled slyly as she pushed him gently away and undid the tie to her skirt. The look on his face was one of hunger. She'd seen it before, and reveled at the thought of how delicious sating that hunger would be.
She pushed him down onto the bed that sat in the corner and quickly bound his hands to the headboard. She felt him shiver as she undid the buttons on his shirt and then mirrored what he had done moments before to her. She heard him gasp as she undid his button and zipper on his pants. This may very well be her favorite part.
In one swift motion she pulled both pants and underwear off him and threw them to the side. His mouth made a small "o" as he gasped with surprise. She smiled. Always did she get them with that. The first thought that were in their heads was always fellatio.
Always.
Quickly she worked, fastening his ankles to the bed with the restraints she had brought. She slowly then got in between his legs and caressed his calves. His eyes fluttered closed and he let out a small protesting whine while bucking his hips.
"All in good time, my lovely." As he opened his mouth to say something, She reached up and placed her hand lightly over his mouth. She shook her head. Rarely did she enjoy talking while she was with them. She shivered at the thought of how she had just talked, but pushed it aside. She would deal with that afterwards.
She got up and walked over to her bag of toys and brought out a blindfold. She had made this one especially for him. It had pictures of pansies on it, his favorite flower. She walked back over to the bed and stared at him. His erection high against his stomach. She could tell that he had tried craning his neck to see what she was doing. She walked to the headboard and showed him the blindfold. He smiled when he saw the pansies. Drawing it over his head she placed it on him. She knew the world had turned dark.
Now it was time to play.
She grew and manicured her nails for this. Not very long with fake nails as she had seen others, but natural nails taken care of and painted and pointed. She started at his ear and gently with one finger, she drew her nail down his supple skin. She watched him gasp and moan as she traced the tiny hairs leading from his belly button. She heard him whimper as she went around his erection. She heard a sharp intake of breath as she stopped at his hole.
Too bad it was a hard limit of his. She would have loved to enjoy fingering and stretching his ass wide until it could accommodate a small strap on. She sighed. Maybe another day.
With her other hand, she repeated what she had done with another finger. Taking care not to touch his cock until he begged for it. That was another thing she loved. Them begging and pleading for her to mount and ride them. And it was her pleasure to sate them.
Now she took all 10 fingers and dragged them from his collarbone to groin with more pressure than the first two. He struggled against his restraints and gasped and softly moaned. She bent down and started kissing his neck as she dragged her left hand down his chest and up again.
He was more vocal than she was used to, and she felt herself getting moist as she heard him. She internally scolded herself at the thought of just mounting him now.
After one last drag down his chest, she thought he deserved a small present to reward how vocal he was. She lightly started to massage his balls. They were hard and pressed against his body. She knew that he wanted release. But not yet. Oh no. He couldn't get it that easily.
Bending down she licked his balls. She heard him moan even louder than before. She really had to find more vocal men. Slowly and methodically she licked him. Loving that he had shaved as per her request. She felt his balls give a little, then pulled one all the way into her mouth and sucked. She heard and felt him moan and pull at the restraints. He wanted to touch her, to feel her.
After she was finished with one, she sucked the other into her mouth and mirrored it. Balls to her felt amazing in her mouth. She let go of it and slowly licked from the base of his cock to the tip. His moan was louder than the previous ones. This was really driving her insane. But she moved that thought to the back of her head and continued her small licks up his cock. It was like licking a long lollipop.
Finally after what seemed like eternity to him, she put his whole cock into her mouth. He cried out when her lips touched the base. It was wonderful and sweetly torturous. Never before had he felt anything like this. She slowly pulled up, sucking gently on him as she got up to the top. When she pulled off him, there was an audible pop sound as her lips came off the tip of his cock.
Exquisite. Simply divine. She reveled for a few seconds, and then hungrily went down on him. She licked, sucked, and deep throated him. She did it slowly, then fast. Making sure she stopped when she felt him almost let go. After somewhere between him seeing stars and almost letting go a sixth time, she heard him beg.
"Please!" It was urgent and needy. This was when she didn't mind talking.
