I
Ben heard her shut off the water in the shower and moved quietly, almost tip-toeing, to the bathroom door. He could hear Gabrielle going through her post-shower routine: drying off, rubbing lotion over her entire body, putting her beautiful, mid-back length, dark-brown hair up in a towel, as she sang – off-key – with the radio. He leaned against the doorframe and imagined her hands moving over her soft dark-olive skin, and the way she'd smell when she came out. The music finally stopped and he heard her walking toward the bathroom door. He got ready.
She opened the door slowly. She was wearing a short, black silk robe, with the sash tied loosely in a bow. And, as he expected, her hair was wrapped up in a towel. She jumped a bit when she saw him standing there; he'd startled her, as he'd intended.
"You big dope, you just scared the Hell out of me!" she gasped.
He looked at her the way a wolf looks at a rabbit at dinnertime, staring into her soft, brown eyes as she reached out and to give him a half-hearted punch in the stomach.
"Big dummy," she said, as she turned to walk down the hallway toward the bedroom.
He reached out and grabbed her shoulder. He pulled her backward and spun her sideways to push her up against the wall. She resisted, but her petite, 5'2" frame was no match for his heavy, 6'3" build. He pushed his body against hers to overcome her initial resistance and that caused her to hit the wall harder than he'd wanted. She gasped again as her back hit the wall and he pinned her there with his body. She looked up at him and he saw a fire ignite in her eyes.
She opened her mouth to yell, "What the He..." but he mashed his mouth against hers.
He kissed her deeply as she squealed and tried to wiggle loose. She banged her fists into his shoulder blades, but it only took a few seconds for her to realize the futility of resisting. She stopped hitting him and began kissing him back.
He slowly moved his mouth away from hers, and took a step backward. She immediately made a half-hearted attempt to break free of his grip. He pulled her away from the wall slightly, and spun her around. He pushed her against the wall again, face first; putting one strong hand in the middle of her back to hold her in place. She moved her hands to the wall, trying to push back against him, and turned her head to look at him as he moved his free hand around her waist to untie the sash of her robe. Once untied, he grabbed the back of the sash and twisted it around his hand, pulling it completely out of the robe.
He quickly grabbed her wrists and pulled her arms behind her back. Her eyes went wide when she realized what he had planned, and again she tried to pull her hands free. He leaned one shoulder against her, to hold her in place, and carefully tied her wrists together with the silk sash of her robe.
"Please, don't hurt me," she whispered, as he ran his hands up her arms to the collar of her robe.
She was breathing hard, but the look in her eyes told him that she wasn't really afraid. It was almost as if she was eagerly anticipating what would happen next. He grabbed the collar of her robe and pulled the silk over her shoulders and down to her bound wrists.
He shifted his body so that he had one leg on either side of her and then reached up to pull the towel off her head. Her damp hair spilled down across her face, her shoulders, and her back, and he moved in closer to take in the fragrance of it. He could feel her hands – pressed between their bodies – groping at the front of his jeans; and even through the denim of the jeans and the silk tangle of her robe, he could feel her fingers rubbing against his cock.
He reached up with his left hand and gently pulled her hair to the side, exposing the back of her neck to his kiss. The smell of her hair and the lotion on her body, combined with the sound of her breathing, was already driving him crazy. He wanted nothing more than to open his jeans and plunge himself inside her, sink into her – become completely enveloped by her – but he knew that he had to control himself.
As he continued to kiss her neck and shoulders, he slid his right hand down over her hip and then slowly around to her lower belly; feeling her flesh react to his touch. Her breathing quickened in expectation, but he teased her a bit by moving his hand down to her thigh, and she let out an almost impatient moan as his fingers traced their way over her the top of her leg. He smiled slightly.
He began to trail his tongue down her spine to the space between her shoulder blades. Taking his time, stopping to kiss and gently bite the soft skin of her back. She jumped and she let out another small gasp each time he did.
"Stop teasing me," she hissed, as he moved his hand back to her belly, once again passing over the spot where he knew she wanted him to touch her.
He released her hair – letting it fall across her left shoulder and her back – and gently knelt down behind her. He moved his hands to her hips, and held her in place as he continued kissing his way down her back. By the time he reached the small of her back – one of his favorite spots on her body – she was trembling in his hands. He opened his eyes to admire the Spanish-style cross – one of several tattoos on her body – located just above a faint tan-line.
He moved his left hand to the tangle of silk around her wrists and gently pushed it upward. This moved her arms and the bottom of her robe upward, leaving her wonderful ass naked in front of him. He leaned in and gently bit her right cheek. She jumped again. She tried to turn herself around, but he exerted a little more pressure against the small of her back with his left arm, and she remained pinned against the wall.
As she struggled against him, he moved his right hand off her hip and down between her legs. He traced his fingers along her lips, and then lightly across her clit. Her entire body tensed and she exhaled what seemed like every molecule of oxygen in her body!
He slid his fingers over her clit again and she gasped.
"Oh, God, Baby, do it!" she groaned. "Don't tease me anymore!"
He slowly slid his fingers back to her lips, teasing her a bit more. She was already wet and his fingers were becoming slippery with her juices. He slowly trailed his tongue downward along the curve of her ass.
Gently, he slid his forefinger inside her, and she let out a long, low moan of satisfaction. She was finally getting a little of what she wanted from him. He slowly moved his finger in and out, left and right, and around in small circles; feeling her body respond to each movement. He didn't wait long before sliding a second finger inside her while angling his arm – somewhat awkwardly – to brush her clit with his thumb.
"Yesssss, that's it, baby. Right there!" she said, in a magnificently erotic half-moan/half-cry.
He released her arms – he knew she wouldn't fight him anymore – and moved his left hand to the cleft of her beautiful ass. Using his thumb and forefinger, he spread her cheeks apart slightly. He tilted his head to the right and pushed his face into her ass while sliding his tongue farther in.
She instantly rose up on her tip-toes trying to escape this new sensation.
"What are you doing?" she gasped!
She pushed herself upward, trying to lift herself away from him, and he thought that – if her hands were free – she would've dug her fingers into the sheetrock to climb the wall. But gravity and her bound hands conspired to keep her in his grasp. He kept his face against her skin, and pushed his tongue between her cheeks, toward her tiny hole.
"¡Oh, Dios mío!" she cried out as his tongue found its target.
He'd never done that to her before – never done it to anyone before – but he'd always wanted to do it to her...for her. And, he knew from past experience that when she lapsed into Spanish – her native tongue – that she was completely lost in the moment and that the coming orgasm would be explosive.
"¿Qué estás haciendo a mí?" she cried out, as he flicked his tongue against her hole.
Her body began to writhe around and he could barely control her with his hands between her legs as they were, but he held her against the wall as best he could and continued pushing his tongue between her gorgeous cheeks.
"Oh...oh, Dios, que se siente bebé tan bueno! ¡Oh, Dios, hacerlo bebé!"
Her voice and tone had changed. She was no longer begging...she was commanding!
He moved his fingers in and out of her faster, building quickly toward detonation.
