Sips of Pleasure

You enter to find me seated in a chair at the far end of the room by the window. It is past ten, and you have just returned from a work dinner, not expecting company.

You are fully clothed; formal wear this time - French cuffs on a buttoned blue dress shirt, navy tie, dress pants, and a black leather belt with a brushed metal buckle. It is a piercing look.

I am in a slinky, knee-length black dress that showcases my crossed legs and my knee length black stiletto boots. My silky hair is down, cascading over my right shoulder, leaving my left clavicle exposed. There is an open bottle of champagne next to me on the desk, sitting on ice, from which I am already enjoying my second glass.

I say nothing, but smile my wicked smile to greet your ingress. My lips are a dramatic blood red. I stand and set down my flute, and stroll across the room to meet you. Still surprised to see me, you realize your feet have been frozen in place since you walked in. You don't know where this is going, but you know you cannot wait...

I stand in front of you a moment, but my resistance is fleeting, I wrap my arms around your neck in a close embrace; so close you can catch the intoxicating scent of my perfume, my hair. You can feel me breathing as my breasts are pressed against your chest. You tilt your face toward mine, desperate to kiss me... But I pull away from you. You're a little disappointed as I slide my hands to your shoulders, and look you deeply in the eyes. Slowly, I slide my hands to your chest. My fingertips wander to the collar of your shirt and I undo your tie, and then tease your nipples a little as I leave it untied and draped hanging around your neck. I slide my hands down the tails, and then to your abdomen, and slip my fingers around your waist, under the waistband of your pants. You can feel my fingertips against your skin, my nails graze you, as you feel me peel your shirt up to untuck it, and my hands work their way back to the front. With your shirt fully untucked, I sneak my hands a little further down, as your body begins to stir with my touch.

Still deeply holding your gaze, and with a sly grin, my fingers find their way to your belt. As I undo the buckle, your hands explore my shoulders, my waist, and down trying to sneak under my dress... But I stop you. I take your hands and move them pointedly back, frustrated, next to your sides. Not yet.

I turn my attention back to your shirt, undoing each button with excruciating protraction... After two or three, I begin using only one hand for the buttons, while the other thoroughly explores your chest. You know how I love your chest. With my fingers I tease, I could gaze upon you and kiss just your chest and arms for hours, and be blissfully happy. My hand wanders to your nipple, I pinch you - firmly, but not sharply - catching you off guard. There's a hint of adrenaline now. I take my time exploring you with my hands and my mouth. I lift your left hand, and then your right to undo the cuff links, placing each hand determinedly back at your side.

Halfway down, I abandon my methodical attention to the shirt buttons and I turn my attention back to your belt, pulling it from its loops. Back at your chest, I open your shirt the rest of the way, and I circle behind you to unfurl your arms from your sleeves. With me standing behind you, before you even realize what is happening, I have held your wrists and wrapped your belt around them, cinching the belt through its buckle, and holding it snug with my hand, pinning your hands behind your back.

You wriggle a little, but I keep you firmly constrained by your belt. From behind, I wrap my other arm around you, taking hungry delight in your bulging pecs and shoulders as you try a little harder to escape. I kiss you on your right earlobe, down your neck and then sink my teeth a little into your right deltoid, just hard enough to give us both a little rush. I lean close and whisper softly 'Tonigh, you are mine...'. Your hands still held fast in my left, I slide my right hand around your body, pulling you against me.

I undo the button on your pants, and slowly upzip. I slide my hand along you, stroking you through the thin material of your underwear as your erection grows under my touch. Your skin comes alive, I can feel your warmth against my body. Still holding your wrists belted, I work my way back around to face you. I slide my free hand along your chest, continuing to wander up your neck and into your hair. I lean my face next to yours, kissing and licking along the line of your jaw, sucking your ear, as my hand enjoys your incredible hair. You roll your head slightly from side to side, relishing my touch. You smile at me and lean in for a kiss... But again I back off. The blissful minutes feel too brief, and at the same time excruciatingly eternal as you long to touch me; you are dying to kiss me.

I guide you toward and sit you on the bed, positioning you semi-reclined with your back against pillows. I release the belt now, but only to splay your arms out. I touch and kiss every inch of your chest and shoulders, and then drag my tongue down each of your arms, kissing your hands and sucking your fingertips as I again tie your wrists, individually this time, up to the bed with silk ties. The ties' length gives you enough play to be comfortable, but not enough to touch yourself, or to reach me. I climb onto you on the bed, straddling your pelvis but facing away from you.

I untie your shoes, while subtly rocking my clit against your erect cock. You can feel my warmth and wetness through both our undergarments. As I lean forward on all fours to remove your shoes and socks, the full line from the heel of my boots all the way up the back of my legs is exposed beneath my dress; you can see the black lace of my thong, framing my ass. Fuck it is hot. I reposition myself between your legs, and pull off your pants, and then your underwear, leaving you fully exposed for me to play with.

With a sly smile, I stand up, and walk back across the room to my champagne. You watch me take another sip from my flute; almost dream like, the fog of lust makes your head feel dizzier than can be explained by just the few glasses of wine you had at dinner. I pick up the bottle in its icy bath, and walk over to you, sitting the champagne on the bedside table. I stand next to the bed, just barely out of your bound reach. With penetrating eye-contact, I drop the straps off my shoulders, and let my dress fall to the floor. A fresh rush of arousal overtakes you as you immediately recognize the arresting black straps of my lingerie tethering scant lace over my bulging breasts, and inviting you downward...

I pick up the champagne and climb on top of you once again. I coax your mouth open and tilt your head back, pouring champagne directly in your mouth. My pour is imperfect; a small drip tumbles over your bottom lip, but quickly I lean in and catch it with my mouth. I remain there, paused for a moment with my lips against you as time freezes. I pull away less than a millimeter, looking you in the eyes. You look at my mouth, my full red lips glistening with champagne and desire, I brush my lips against yours for a moment, and then press into you as our mouthes become one.

Our tongues dance and we kiss passionately. Both of my hands find your hair, which I stroke and play with, until finally I pull your mouth away from mine, and redirect your lips and tongue to my breasts. You eagerly oblige, biting at the straps of my lingerie, teasing my nipples through the lace. I maneuver up onto my knees, with my boots still straddling you. I lean my body close to you, allowing your mouth to explore down my abdomen. Your lips reach my hip bone, and you grasp at the strap of my thong with your teeth, pulling it away. You contort yourself against your constraints to quickly slip your tongue toward my clit. You can feel me gasp in delight, but I pull away. I turn my attention to kissing your shoulders and chest. I press myself rhythmically against your pelvis, with the lace and straps of my thong now the only thing separating us.

I reach to pull an ice cube from the bucket, and run it across your lips, and down your neck and chest. I nibble your right nipple, as I tease the left with the ice. I drip champagne down your chest, and retrieve it with my lips and tongue. I lick and kiss and tease down your abdomen, slowing over your pelvis as my lips and tongue rove within millimeters of your throbbing erect cock. You can feel my breath against you as I tease you, kissing so close without touching you. I offer you another sip of champagne as I start to stroke you with my other hand.

Fuck, you are ready to explode already. I take a mouthful myself. I hold the icy champagne in my mouth for a moment. Swallowing quickly, I slide my cold tongue and lips along your shaft, a sudden cold thrill, you're not entirely sure is pleasurable at first, until my perfect lips and tongue warm around you and I take you all in. Just as it is feeling so fucking good, I pull away again, this time to remove my bra. I stroke you once or twice more with my hands before sliding your dripping cock between my breasts. My dark hair is tucked over one shoulder, tickling you as you drink in the view. Fuck that feels good. My hands and breasts work together as you watch your cock slide between them.

Your body is on fire, every muscle tense as your pleasure mounts. I feel you tensing in my hands, I know you are about to come. The pace accelerates a little... Still I keep stroking you... The explosive pleasure overtakes and you climax in my hands. I extend my neck, visibly excited as your mess kisses my neck, and chest, and runs down to my abdomen. I hold there for a moment, your cock still in my hands, both of us breathing deeply.

I release you gently, and you close your eyes, recovering. When you reopen them, you find me still knelt between your legs. Still slippery with your love, my right hand is caressing my breasts, absently massaging and playing with my nipples. I am smiling, pleased, enjoying the deliciousness of just watching you. Eventually I climb back up toward you. I kiss you tenderly, and whisper that I love you. I lay back against your right shoulder and chest, cuddled under your right arm, but without freeing it. You crane your head kiss my left cheek and see my hands are back on my exposed breasts, and I am breathing heavily.

My right hand wanders down my body, and I spread my legs I little as it slides under the black lace and begins to rhythmically massage my clit. I shift my body, pulling off my thong, and then repositioning myself so my body is completely reclined backward on top of yours. This gives you a spectacular view of my body draped over yours, from my breasts all the way down to my boots. My knees are bent and my legs spread apart; you are losing your mind not being able to touch me.

Once again my hands find their way down, my right hand on my clit, as I press my left fingers inside me. I am rolling and panting against you, blissful torture. My left hand grazes you, and I realize you are getting hard again. My right hand continues on my clit, but I pull my fingers away from the dripping wet and use my left hand to reach for your cock instead. I dip you just part way inside me, a tormenting tease to us both... Irresistable. I sit up onto my knees, and continue the tease, easing myself down on you, only slightly, until i can feel you just inside me and then pulling away again. Having come once already, you have all the stamina in the world now, but I am about to burst.

Oh my god. You can feel my knees quivering a little. I am panting. Oh my god... You thrust upward and press yourself deep inside me, and I throw my head back making an ecstatic moan, almost a whimper. I can hardly think straight. Not yet... I catch my breath and pull away again, sliding my knees up toward your shoulders. My right hand remains between my legs but my left goes back to you, stroking us both gently for a few moments. I bend down and flick the tip of my tongue along your glans, as your pleasure mounts once again. More stroking, and faster. I slide my tongue down the length of your shaft and wrap my lips around you.

Warm, sliding perfect. God that feels good. I am getting so close, My body is still rolling with pleasure from my right hand, which is now so close... So near you can almost taste me. I am panting, as you lean forward hard and lick me. My back arches in response, just as you slide your tongue onto my clit and press your lips into me. Despite your cock in my mouth, I moan loudly and my legs begin to quiver. Oh god yes. Fuck. So connected we writhe and pulse together. I am grinding against you, and you are again ready to explode. I don't notice you fidgeting a little, as you manage to pull your right hand free, and then use it to untie your left, without missing a beat beat between my legs with your tongue.

I struggle to keep my focus, licking sliding and sucking you... Oh fuck yes... Your tongue feverishly teases my clit as I suck you, we are both ready to explode when you press your fingers inside me, sending me hurdling over the edge. With one last thirsting glide of my tongue, you explode once again, filling my mouth, just as my legs squeeze and every muscle in my body contracts against you. My back, my hips, my waist all roll and contort as you extract a mind-blowing orgasm with your hand and mouth. Your ecstasy crashes in a perfect circle through me, sending palpable waves rippling through my pelvic floor. For a few moments we cannot speak or move.

With the final strength in my legs, I crawl back up next you. You wrap your arms around me, holding me tight. Warm and perfectly spent, we close our eyes.