I grab your hair from behind and pull you back to me. I lean down and you feel my hot breath on your neck. My rough cheek gently scratches your tender skin. I gently nibble on your neck, pulling your head back. You can feel my hardness pressing into the cleft of your buttocks as I reach around and softly stroke your nipple, making it come alive under my fingers. I gently stroke the curve of your breast from the middle of your chest, down and around to the outer swell, up toward the armpit. Gently, with the lightest of touch. My fingers continue over the top of the breast, and slowly spiral in toward the hard nipple. As my finger tips reach the nipple, I pinch it, HARD, while tightening my grip on your hair.
You can feel the coarse hair on my muscular chest against the soft skin on your back. Your hands clench, yearning to touch me. But that is not allowed yet. I quickly spin you around to face me, your eyes looking up into my deep brown eyes, begging for more. I pull your head back and press my lips to yours, my tongue snaking into your mouth, tasting you.
I break the kiss and pick you up in my strong arms. I cover the short distance to the bed in an instant and lay your naked body in the center of it. I reach under the pillow and pull out a blindfold, which I place over your eyes.
"Now be good, or I'll have to tie you down."
I start by running my fingers lightly down your neck, over your shoulders and down your arms, bringing up goose bumps at the gentle touch. Back up your arms, dragging my nails over your skin. I slide my hands down your chest, over your breasts, coming close to, but not touching your sensitive nipples. You gasp, as my fingers just graze your nipples, then move away.
My hands move slowly down your stomach, feeling every inch of you. You flinch as my touch tickles your sides.
Down, down, closer to where you are yearning for me to be. My hands move over your hips and slide inward toward your cleft, but move away before reaching your swollen lips.
I move lower, sliding my hands down your smooth legs, stroking, caressing, down to your feet.
"Turn over," I command. You quickly lie on your stomach, not wanting to upset me.
I begin at your feet, gently massaging your soles, your heels, your toes. I place one of your toes in my mouth and gently suck on it, lightly letting my teeth scrape it. Ever so slowly, I continue up your legs, massaging your calves. You jump as I quickly lick the area behind your right knee, sending shivers over your body.
I am at your thighs, kneading the flesh with more force now. I move up and stroke your buttock, gently pulling them apart to show the tender rosebud hiding between them. I bend down and gently bite the area where your cheek meets your leg, and you moan.
I move higher, using my lips now, more than my hands. My coarse beard glides over the tops of your buttocks toward your lower back. I lick the small of your back, and then gently blow on it, giving you more goose bumps and making you shiver in delight. You can feel my hard cock rubbing against the soles of your feet, its head leaking, making it slide even easier.
I crawl up your back, kissing and nibbling as I go. My tongue leaving a damp trail and my beard scratching you, making you wish for more. At your neck, I pull back your hair and gently kiss your sensitive flesh. My rock hard cock is so close to your waiting pussy, you can feel its heat. Then without warning, I quickly move off of you. You moan in frustration.
I grab your body and turn you over onto your back. "Remember, you are not allowed to touch me," I command. "If you do, I will stop and walk away."
I look at your body. The swell of your breast, the curve of your hip. It is beautiful. You lie there, not knowing what I am going to do, and not able to see me because of the blindfold. You are quivering in excitement. I can see your juices starting to seep from you in anticipation of what is to come.
I kneel by your side and bend down so that my head is between your slightly parted thighs. You can feel my breath on your soft nether lips. I firmly grasp your thighs and spread them further. As they part, so do your lips, giving me a peek at the velvety sleeve that I will be enjoying later.
I bend my head down and lick at the juices flowing from you. You taste wonderful, sweet and fresh. I slide my finger into you slowly. Your breath catches as I gently massage the inside of your canal. Ever so slowly, I remove my finger.
"Open your mouth," I say. You quickly comply with my wishes. I slide my wet finger between your parted lips. "Taste how sweet you are. This is what I am going to be enjoying for quite a while." You hungrily suck at my finger, wishing it was something else.