Your hazel eyes are looking deeply. You have a slight smirk. You're struggling because you're not used to being completely vulnerable. It's your balance between. You want it but can't completely give into it. This has me throbbing. Dripping. It's the control of how I lick your nipples. When I put it between my teeth. The tip of my tongue gently touches. It's firmly between my teeth. My fingers on the other. Massaging it. Gently rubbing. I get my fingers wet from your dripping wet middle. You're struggling between how amazing it feels and how much you want to be untied. You're wild!
You want to tell me what to do. You're not in charge of how this happens which excites me to a point that I'm unfocused for a moment. Pausing, I return to how unbelievable it feels to have you this way. My tongue kisses your belly. Teasing. Your pouty moans pale in comparison to your body's cues. Even tied your direction is clear to. The first sight of your glistening pussy, is the command that you would otherwise have. I have no reason to deny how much I want you on my mouth. My knees bent, I crawl down. Abandon your nipples. Looking directly up to your beautiful eyes, I can tell that you desperately want to touch your nipples to heighten what you anticipate I'm going to do next. And what's next no toy or device or idea can replicate.
The struggle between, control and submission is the dichotomy that exists in you. You want to see. You want to grab my head. You want to author the play. The struggle is such a turn on. I gently kiss your lips. Kissing to make sure of the puffy wetness. It's very hard to not rub and kiss fast. But I'm the lover that commands the pleasure. I know how important the time and gentleness is to arouse a woman that has her own presence and command. It's not to be taken lightly. Kissing and swirling. I can see how swollen your clit. I'm not going to touch it yet. There's no rush no matter how much it cues me to put it in my mouth. Your lips are soaked. I spread them and see how inviting it is. Sliding one finger inside, I immediately feel how warm your body feels. I can't believe this is finally happening. I lick the inside of you. Careful Not to touch your clit. Your body trembles. You bend your knees to allow me deeper. Arching your hips, your clit brushes against my thumb. Soaking my hand.
Struggling myself to keep a level head. The excitement I feel teasing you makes me want to rush. Selfishly, I want to put your clit in my mouth. I have to center myself not to rush. There is no time. There's nowhere to be. There's no clock to answer to. The excitement to tease watching your body squirm. Your lips pursed with your tongue licking them. Your teeth clenched, I finally arrive where it was the hardest to avoid. It seemed like days, but I'm to the spot that I've wanted to adore at last.
You're swollen and throbbing. I can feel it as I on place my tongue on you for the first time.
It's with so much passion that you are finally on my tongue. Spreading you, the sweet center of my adoration is hard for me to not put it completely in my mouth and suck. I can't!! You so desperately want me to. There's no mystery. Your body is all but forcing me to. Your legs are on my shoulders. But you're not in charge. You will get what I give to you when I give it.
Gently allowing your legs to rest on me, I kneel. My cock is throbbing and I can't lay down. I move to your side, craning my neck so I can lick you from this angle. Being able to see it run down your ass excites me. You see how hard you're made me for the first time. Desperate to touch me. Softly speaking to untie one hand to touch me. Not now though. Patience will result in an intense feeling for you. This is my desire. There's no rush. I place both of my hands beneath you. Lifting your hips to me. You're supported and in perfect position for me to finally put your clit against my tongue. My lips wrap on it firmly. I suck at varying pressure. My face is wet. Your hips are moving. Matching the pace of my tongue.
I sense you're close. I don't want you to just yet. Lord knows it's what I've wanted from you the moment I I saw you. The moment I laid eyes on your curves. The way you looked in that sundress. I envisioned, from the silhouette of your body in the dress, what your curves would look like to my eyes. I didn't want to know as much as I wanted to see!
It's with incredible difficulty to stop. I return your hips to the bed. Moving to your beautiful face. Looking deeply into your hazel eyes. The pout on your lips. I kiss your mouth passionately. Swirling tongues. I rest my throb on your arm. Feeling my wetness that you made. You pull hard away from the headboard. With Tightened wrists, you whimper a plea to untie just one of your hands.
The answer is firmer than your used to. The abruptness of my voice sends you an exciting shiver. I kiss the lower lobe of your ear closest to me. The tip of my tongue caressing you. Your neck feels my rough skin on the way to your long hair. Running through my fingers, I grab hold. Pulling it gently. You feel my presence. The firmness shockingly excites you. Having your silky hair in my grasp has excited me like I've never felt before. It has drawn out deep lust. Your body has to submit. Slowly your mind is allowing it.
Realizing that your pleasure is at my allowance. Once again, with a deep gaze into your hazel eyes, a smile I can know longer hide. I return to where I want to be the most. Positioned between your soft thighs, i tease you once more. With an eagerness I can truly no longer restrain, your warm center is in my mouth once more. Hands firmly placed underneath you. I derive an enormous amount of pleasure feeling your lusciousness pressed against my hands. Gripping firmly, raising your bounty to my mouth, I have you on my tongue. Sucking again, I can feel you tremble. Eliciting a deep loud moan. I suck harder than ever before. Licking and sucking through your orgasm. Your pleas fall on deaf ears for what I want out of your orgasm matters most
It's a departure for you to experience this. You can't remember a time when you had an orgasm this deep. You pause briefly to consider this. It's been years since you've allowed someone to touch you let alone reveal complete vulnerability and give yourself entirely to the idea of dominance. You have fantasized this moment over and over. Playing with your favorite toy or an occasional online friend. But you've dreamt this so many times into reality.
Your orgasm has pleased me enough to untie your less dominant hand. Giving you a small, unpronounceable, sense of control. You've made a soaking mess. The sensual pleasure it's given me allows you to touch me for the first time
Rushing into my mind is my immediate pleasure. I recoil initially. I'm excited but want to be edged by you without telling you. I don't want you to talk. Moan and cue me with your body. I'm not ready to be inside you. More pleasure awaits by my mouth and hands. If I sense your submission, I'll lay next to you. These are my thoughts as your initial confusion gives way to unspoken choreography.