The rain caught us outside and we're soaked. Walking into the house, we're laughing as we drip all over the floor. You throw your jacket over the back of one of the dining room chairs and laugh as I just hang mine on the doorknob. You turn away from me as you kick off your shoes and you start commenting on how we are going to need towels, but I stop you mid-thought as my fingers take yours. You look back, your hair still wet, hanging down, your bangs just out of your eyes. I slide my other hand up under your shirt along your waist and pull you to me. You are unready, but easily convinced and I kiss you passionately. You curl up against me a little, getting into it, but I stop and pull back with a smile. But you've been around me enough - you know that behind my eyes I'm planning something. You smile back, waiting.
I keep your hand in mine, and turn to walk back through the kitchen toward the bedroom. You start to protest because of the wet clothes, but I just smirk over my shoulder and keep walking. You get distracted a little by the water as it drips on the floor, but follow. As we walk into the bedroom, I turn to you again, pressing against you, pressing you against the wall, ignoring the wet clothes.
My hands slide under your shirt and over your skin. The warmth of my hand contrasts with the damp you were feeling, and the contrast is nice. I pull my fingers out and undo the buttons of your shirt, then slide it up and over your shoulders, letting it fall against the wall, trapped between your shoulders and the wood. Reaching around behind you, I undo your bra, and let it hang on your shoulders. Pulling you away from the wall, your shirt starts to fall, finally dropping completely when I reach behind you and pull it down. I turn to walk around you, pushing the straps of your bra off your shoulders as I do. The entire time, you stand in place, enjoying the attention you're receiving. My lips keep darting in, touching your cheek, your collar, the back of your neck ... when I stop behind you, I step up right next to you and reach around, undoing the buttons of your pants. You smile, trying to look behind you, but when I finish, I kneel behind you, lowering them down, lowering your underwear down. Unlike most times, I don't try to move them all the way off your feet. This time, I stop, leaving them around your ankles. As I stand, I push against your back a little and you lean forward, your hands on the mattress. My hand reaches around in front of you, under you, and you can feel my finger running up and down near your clit ... you gasp, but I can tell that you're getting more excited with every breath.
I'm right behind you, my chest right above your back - and you can hear me say very quietly "I think I'm going to tie you down, then have my way with you." I hear the sudden intake of air, but I put it aside as I pull back on your thighs. Your feet slide away from the bed and your hips rest on the edge of the mattress. "But the wet ..." you start to say, only to have me respond with "Sssshhh." You look at me as I walk around the bed, unsure, but I'm smiling and that lets you relax.
I lean down, picking up something, then I reach across the mattress. I use the cloth that I picked up and wrap it around each of your wrists, tying them together. Then I lean down and pick up the other end and pull it tight, taking out the slack. You're stretched across the bed, your ass hanging off. As I walk back around the bed to you, I take off my shirt and drop it carelessly on the floor. Then I bend my legs up and take off one sock and then the other. When I move behind you, you hear me undo my belt and then I drop my pants and step out of them. Only then, do I kneel behind you, pulling your pants and underwear off your legs. You breathe in excitedly, anxious. Before I start touching you, I step to the side and smack one of your ass cheeks with my palm. You gasp, and I spank the other ass cheek. You were not ready for the stinging sensation, but it gets blood moving.
Again, I spank you. Teasing you about how I like how your skin gets red, about how I like the paleness of your skin and how you react to my touch and my words ... I stop for a moment and slide my hand under you and I can feel your lips, swollen, wet ... and my finger slides easily into you, testing, teasing. You gasp again.
"You thought I forgot about the last time I tied you up like this, didn't you? About how I had tied you up and fucked you hard. And the next day, you told me about how good it was to let go and just ride the wave. Let's do that again ..."
