We had been lying naked in each other's arms for a couple hours, talking and stealing little kisses from each other. Sometimes the kisses were longer, so long that we would open our mouths and allow our tongues to play together. These long kisses were sensual and made me ache for you. I held your face with my hand, and thumbed your bottom lip as I leaned in to nibble on it. I gently turned your head to one side and kissed your neck, just below your ear. You breathed in, and shifted your whole body. I played with the area; I used my lips and tongue, nibbled and suckled on it. I exhaled a hot, shaky breath into your ear just before I wrapped my soft lips around your lobe. You had yet to touch me, and I was already wet. All you had to do was whimper as I once again exhaled into your ear. I lightly ran my tongue along its folds while tickling you with my breath. I think it turned you on to feel the shakiness in my breathing grow and grow.
You began caressing my flesh then. Your fingertips grazed my arm, the outside edge of my breast, my side, my back, and then you gripped my hip and pulled me a little closer to you. Then your fingers traced up again; back to breast, to arm, and then you stroked my neck, brushing a few wisps of my hair away from it. You leaned in and kissed my neck. I could feel my pussy throbbing strongly.
Our hands explored each other's bodies , feeling along the milky white, smooth surfaces for all the curves that we each love about the other. I touched the small tangle of hair below your navel and sighed. I gripped your hip. You touched my breast and then ran your index finger along the curve of my clavicle. You rolled over on top of me slightly, putting more weight on one arm than the other. Your lips ever so softly grazed the skin between my breasts and stomach. I could feel your two-day beard against me, but it didn't hurt. It was a nice alternation with the curled locks of your hair as they tickled my nakedness. You were so aware of all of yourself, and what you were doing to me.
You kissed me again, deeply and passionately. I could scarcely remember a kiss that incredible. It would be true to say that I'd never been kissed like that. It was enough to make my pelvis move involuntarily. The anticipation of your touch made my wet pussy ache for you. I wanted to feel you inside of me. All you could do was tease me.
You took your sweet time nibbling, sucking, and kissing all the parts of my neck. Chills were running down my spine, and forcing my back to arch. Your hand was between my legs then, toying with me, just barely grazing my clit. I could tell you wanted so badly to plunge your fingers into the moisture my body had created for you, but you held back to continue teasing my clit. I moaned.
You shifted your body, and were now fully on top of me. My legs were spread wide for you. The eroticism of your bare skin against mine--and even more than that, feeling your skin as it tried desperately to cling to mine, the slight pull as it stuck to mine. You were rock hard then. I could feel the end of your cock waiting eagerly to penetrate my warmth. You propped yourself up, and looked into my eyes. You prepared to thrust yourself inside me, and paused to profess your love.
Then you plunged fully into my pussy. I moaned. The first thrust always feels incredible when we start making love, and this was no exception. You moved slowly inside of me, yet firmly, looking me in the eyes and stroking my cheek as my breathing got heavier. I bit my lower lip and rocked my body along to the pace you'd set for us. It was fantastic. I moaned loudly.
You rode me for a few moments, and my cries grew louder and louder. I could tell you were getting tired, so I offered to be on top. We rolled over clumsily, trying desperately not to separate from each other. After a moment, I was on top of you, perched perfectly on your hard cock. I rocked my hips and called out your name. I took your hands in mine and placed them on my breasts. I made you rub them in circles, and squeeze them. When I let them go, they drifted to my hips. You wanted to feel me move. Tired though you were, you still thrust into me from your submissive position between my legs. I reached underneath the pillows and pulled out one of my thigh-high nylons. I tied your left wrist, then your right. Then I bound both to the headboard of our bed. You were very turned on by it, I could tell. I made sure that the nylon wasn't too tight around your wrists. I ran my hands down the lengths of your arms, now bound helpless over your head. I ran my hands down your chest, stomach, and sides. I rocked my hips a few more times, then slowed to a stop as I began stroking my own breasts. Seeing you bound and lying helpless before me was inspiring.
