Your lingerie is embracing your delicate contours of your body. You feel as naked and exposed while I gaze longingly at you as you lie spread eagled on the bed. I grip your wrist, feeling the gentle pulse of your heartbeat against my thumb as I imagine how those restraints must feel, securing you in place. Perhaps my imagination was racing as much as yours right now. You watch as I cut the lingerie off your body. Leaving you naked in front of me. Vulnerable and unable to move.
I have thoughts of my hands caressing every inch of your body, my mouth seeking out all the places that could elicit the loudest sounds of pleasure in you. I think to myself how your mind must have been alight, burning with desire, casting its white-hot heat throughout your body, stoked further by the confines of the blindfold, adding so much more to the anticipation.
I'm wanting to touch your in places and let my fingers linger, wanting to feel your skin. My mouth leads a path down your neck to your pussy, while the palm of my hands slides across your body, your thighs, your waist, your breasts. I can smell how wet your pussy is already.
My lips trail around your inner thighs, kissing and biting my way to your pussy. Never giving you the full contact yet that you desperately need. You are begging and pleading me for more. You push your hips towards me. You arch your back, longing for me to touch you more. Over and over, you try to touch me. An hour of sexual torment pushes your mind into an agony for pleasure you seek from me.
I start to gently touch your clit with my mouth, my tongue. I switch from constantly circling my tongue around your engorged clit, swollen with lust and needing more...to sweeping my tongue left and right over the tip of it. If only you could see how much it twitched. Then, in a moment, I clamp my lips firmly over your aching clit that is so sensitive right now.
You let out a low moan. My hands hold your hips in place. My head stays between your legs. Your eyes are closed as you let go of your body. You tremble, shudder, feeling my mouth on you. You are frozen in the wanting of me, tasting you. I feel your pleasure in you. Your pussy soaked. My slippery tongue engaged in a passionate dance with your pussy. You beg me to let your cum. My mind's eye sees all of you, all of us, together. My tongue lapping at you and your pure arousal. I imagine your pussy juices dripping down your ass cheeks, you are so wet for this.
You cry out in frustration. It seems like forever since you asked for permission to cum. My fingers sliding back and forth over your pussy the way my tongue had. You've passed the point of playful teasing and now has become a torment to you. Every action and sensation have magnified tenfold. Over and over, I bring you to the edge of an orgasm, only to back off and let you recover just enough to start again. I know, you need this, you crave this. You are locked in a state of anguish and arousal.