If you were here now, this is how I would make love to you...
I would bring you into my room, bring you inside and lock the door. I would take your clothes from your body; not slowly, not even romantically, but with the urgency of need. With the curtains closed, I would blindfold you and tie your hands and feet to the bed struts. This bed is so narrow there is no room for two to move, and it is scarcely long enough for your height, but I place cushions under your heels to make you comfortable and put a second pillow under your thighs.
I do not even remove my own clothes, yet. I am afraid that without my clothes I would lose all control and make love to you immediately. But time has been too long for that, time far too long without you. I want to savour your body as long as possible, before you experience mine.
Instead, I straddle your chest with my half-clothed legs, my body facing away from you as I admire your penis. Your skin is so soft, and the flesh so firm underneath, I could touch you this way for hours. Sometimes I forget what that can do, what it is like to have someone caress you there slowly, so slowly.
I run my forefinger around the top of your cock. I like this part of you, the colour and feel of the skin, the pattern of your veins. I stroke with one finger the underside of your cock, following the ridge of loose skin at the top, down, tracing your veins, to your balls. They are tight already. I cup your balls in one hand and stroke them with my thumb, then let go and run my palm across them, following lightly with my fingers. I stroke your inner thighs with my other hand. A tiny drop of moisture emerges at the tip of your cock. I touch it with my forefinger and spread your fluid over your glans. Then I bend to kiss you where I have spread it. You can feel what I am doing before I have done it, and push up with your thighs. You are aching in the same way that I am aching. I can feel the heat in your flesh, and the tension in mine. My cunt is tightening. I want you inside me.
I take my hands from your groin and place them on my thighs. From here I can bend down a little and blow a stream of air onto your skin, the way I know it arouses you. Your cock jumps. I bend further, far enough that my breasts hang either side of your cock, and draw my fingers lightly over your legs, from your calves up to your inner thighs, almost to your balls, then stop short and begin again, stretching myself to full length over your lower body so your organs touch my chest, then drawing away with my body as my hands again come close to touching your cock.
I can feel how hard your cock is. It seems harder each time my breasts brush past it. You must be impatient with me, you must want to be inside me already, but you have not made a noise. I am glad the ropes are tight. I want to savour all of you before I take you - your smell, your taste, the feel of your skin, the look of you.
I bring my hands to your balls and draw my fingertips slowly over them. You squirm beneath me - it tickles you. I move my hands further up and cup them around your penis, squeezing gently at its base. Still holding the skin I move my hands upward, very slowly, and them down again. And again; but this time even slower. And again. Another drop of fluid appears on your glans. I lick it off carefully. It tastes of salt.
Moving my lips down to kiss you, I have slipped back, and now my cunt is close to your face. You lift your head and nuzzle me. I am still clothed, but through the silk of my underwear you can taste my fluid seeping, and you stretch out your tongue to take in more. I tremble, but it is not time for this.
So I tease. While your tongue and lips still press against me, I undo the fastenings of my skirt. I hear you breathe more quickly, anticipating me naked, my skin against your mouth, my juices on your skin. I straighten and stand up, out of your reach, and draw the skirt over my head. I take off my thong , dropping it so they land on your chest. My blouse and bra I throw on the floor. Then I kneel between your legs. Here you cannot reach me, but I can touch you. You say something - you are disappointed, and tense against the ropes, but I do not answer you.
Your legs are tied apart and now I nestle my face between them, taking in your smell and the warmth of your skin. I reach out my tongue and touch it to your inner thigh, tasting the saltiness of you. I hold there a minute then move higher, taking in new salt, new skin. Very slowly moving up your leg in this way, I reach the crack between your your balls and your groin, and here I pause. Carefully, slowly I repeat the same process on your opposite thigh. This time I go on to lick your balls, running my tongue over them from top to bottom, until you push so hard on the ropes I am afraid you will hurt yourself.