"Lay down on the bed," she said, standing before me wearing just this little diaphanous garment so thin and short I could see the twin dark circles of her jutting nipples, as well as the gentle flare of her slim hips. Just a hair's breadth below the gauzy hem was the trimmed pubis and sweet pink flesh I wanted to badly to plunder. But not right now. She was in control tonight, and I was doing whatever she said.
Still in my clothes from work, I did as I was told, stretching out on the queen-size bed, head propped up against the ample pillows. She approached the end of the bed, leaning down so her perky breasts pushed deliciously against the sheer lingerie, and giving me an equally delicious view of the creamy tops of her tits from the low-cut top of it. My cock stirred inside my pants as she slowly removed my shoes and socks, tossing them aside. Next, she unbuckled my belt and slid my black slacks off my legs. Underneath my boxers, my cock strained ever upward, desperately wanting to be released from its cotton-mix prison. All in good time, I thought, smiling inwardly.
Sliding up from my legs, she seductively grazed her nipples against my thrumming member as she worked the buttons of my shirt (the tie had already been undone and pulled free before I entered the bedroom), revealing my tan chest and stiffening nipples. She peeled back the shirt and bent down, kissing my chest, licking my nipples and then sucking each one until they ached and my back arched, cock pushing up to meet her wet hot woman-flesh. I thrust my hips up slightly, wanting entrance to her, to feel that warm velvety glove of her secret inner flesh wrapped tightly around my manhood, but she would give me no admittance, yet.
Smiling mischievously, eyes flashing in the semi-dark, she slithered back down my torso, lips brushing over my bulging cock-head, shuddering waves of pleasure coursing through me. I groaned. The cotton material of my shorts was thin and the soft contours of her mouth and chin touching me felt so luscious, but I wanted more, more, more!
Not quite yet, I knew. Just that half-lidded yet sexy-as-hell look she gave me said it all. Even now, sometimes we could look at each other and just know what the other was thinking.
She backed off the bed slowly, but just enough to where the hem of her lingerie rode up her thighs to give me a sweet two-second shot of her moist pussy. A thin line of dark pubic hair led from just above her clit, stopping several inches below her belly button. She'd shaved for me before, which I thought was very sensual in many ways, but just this little neatly-trimmed signature of soft curly hair was something altogether sexual. As if it was an arrow pointing to her sacred opening.
She walked over to the headboard on my right, reaching up and grabbing a silk scarf tied to the right bedpost. She didn't ask but just lifted my right wrist, and deftly lashed one end of the silk binding to it. Walking around to the left side of the bed, she did the same with my left wrist. She left my legs free.
Standing in front of me at the foot of bed, she stripped off the nightgown, dropping it soundlessly to the floor. Climbing onto the bed, she crawled on all fours up to me, bending down and kissing my legs, both of them, until her mouth hung just an inch from my trapped cock. She pulled the waistband down so the swollen tip of my member poked out and she licked the sensitive underside of my glans, making me jerk with the sudden ecstasy of it. My hands both pulled automatically at my silken bonds, but I wasn't going to pull those knots out. She was very good at that.
She kissed the damp end of my cock-head, tasting my pre-cum and lapping at it delicately, then pulled the boxers down my legs. She returned to her position before me, but spread my legs so she could lie on her stomach flat on the bed. Gripping my cock with one hand, she took me all the way into her warm wet mouth, alternately sucking me and stroking me as she pulled my throbbing hardness out, giving the head a quick, darting lick. My balls filled, heavy and full, as my arousal grew in waves, but she kept the tight clamp with the fingers of her left hand. I loved watching her suck me like this, seeing the soft fall of her hair past her face and shoulders (pushing it behind her ears so I could see), the bobbing motion of her head, pink-red lips hungrily stretched around my cock as she continued taking me in, all the way in, and then out. She was stroking me and I felt the white-hot rush coming, coming so soon now, and my hips twitched, back pushing up, and she squeezed the base of my cock, preventing my impending ejaculation.
