Ashley walked into the room, nervously hunched over, hands clasped together under her chin as she bit her bottom lip. Deep down she wished the ambient lighting was red, at least then she would blend in with how much she was blushing. Her partner was already there, tied down and smelling of lavender. In the lighting she saw the definition of his body looked more shadowed, more obvious.
He looks so soft, she thought, as she watched his chest rise and fall. She approached the bed and bent over, examining his face. He looked so peaceful, soft tufts of hair failing over the blindfold as he kept instinctively trying to breathe out his mouth. She could hear the lips shifting on the gag as his drool rolled down his chin. She took quick breaths as she shook out her nerves before she finally crawled onto the bed, leaving the condom wrapper on a nightstand to the right.
She knelt next to his hips as he felt the bed push down under her weight. His entire body jolted as he snapped back to reality, not sure how much time has passed while he was alone with nothing but his nervous thoughts. His head darted around, subconsciously trying to see where she was as he gripped his hands into fists. He started breathing deeply, trying to calm his rushing heart.
She hesitated for a minute, and then leaned in to his head, placing a hand on his soft chest. "Um... Hello?" he pressed down with her hand, but otherwise, no response. "Hello?" she said again, a little louder. She felt his chest go up and down as his breathing continued, heartbeat pulsing in her fingers. Suddenly, she had an idea. She lifted her hand off his chest, and then with the tip of her index finger, traced 'H-E-L-L-O?' onto his stomach above his navel. His deep breathing became a confused grunt. She traced again 'H-E-L-L-O?'
It took him a moment to decipher the ticklish letters as he shifted, trying to lie more upright, and uncurled his fists. His cuffs gave a small jingle as he waved his right hand. She laughed triumphantly and instinctively waved back, but then remembered he was blindfolded and slapped her forehead. She took a deep breath and moved the hair out of her eyes, tucking it behind her ear. She held his now open hand, interlocking their finger as she mounted his waist.
He gave her hand a squeeze and lifted his head off the pillow, slowly crawling up, trying to find her without smacking into whatever was in front of him. She mirrored his movement until they touched brow to brow and shared the air between them. She felt her way past the headphones towards the scruff of his hair. She started softly scratching up back of his hair and petting it back down, feeling out the roots of his hair. Her balance on top of him moved as he shivered from the sensation. Even through the gag she could hear a melting 'ahhh' escape his lips.
Ashley moved her hands to press down on his chest again. He felt just as soft, just as tender as he looked. She gently stroked every inch of his chest, lightly pinching and groping, playing with his nipples and trickling her fingertips along his sides, moving her hands down past his back and giving his ass a hard squeeze. His exhales had become low and long contented sighs. Bryan wanted to move with her, to lift and ease every muscle she was caressing, but with every lift or shift she would stop and pull his body down again, stretched out from the wrists, helpless, unable to do anything but float into her touch. She focused on his arms and face, feeling his palms, giving his hands a soft squeeze. Massaging his temples, nuzzling his nose with hers.
She stroked along the side of his neck-'Muahaaa!' his sudden loud and reverberating moan made her bolt upright. It was like a solid shock of electricity ran straight from his neck, through his core and fizzled pleasure through his entire body. He began panting heavily, his tongue rasping through the gag. Oh my god. He thought. Oh my god! What the hell was that? He'd heard that some people had a trigger, somewhere impossibly sensitive around their body, but he'd been in his own body all his life, obviously! Surely he'd know if he had a trigger like that?
Ashley had heard the gasping moan and panting and was immediately panicking. She ran for the towel at the end of the bed and wiped everything that had leaked out his mouth. She quickly wrote 'O-K?!' across his chest. 'U-O-K?' she traced again. Bryan looked around, trying to locate her again. He nodded rapidly, eyebrows raised, trying to grin, but his mouth could barely move. "Humma! Humma! Humma!" he grunted out loud as he could. He could feel her breath on his nose as she held him by his shoulder. He didn't need to see her to sense her concern. He tried to suck in his saliva and uttered out "Hawm ahkay!" with a quick chuckle. He immediately regretted it as his drool leaked out the sides of his mouth, but once again she wiped it off and then kissed his forehead.
Ashley kept her hands close for a moment, contemplating. She found something she wanted, but... The way he moaned was so intense, so primal, she couldn't decide if going further would be too much or not. She pinned her left hand to the side of his head and hovered her right over the side she had touched. As softly and gently as she could, moved her hand closer, inch by inch, until she touched. Bryan sucked in the air through his nose and held it. It was a slight jolt, but a jolt nonetheless.
