Wrists tied to the bedposts, he sits propped up against the headboard. His brow shines with tiny beads of sweat, his chest rises and falls a little more than usual. His eyes are fixed on the woman before him, naked as he is, their bodies exposed for each other to admire. But she is not tied. At the foot of the bed she smiles at him, winding and weaving as if she were dancing just for him -- and she is. Her breasts move and shift with her motions and she spreads her legs, revealing smooth creamy inner thighs that open and lead to a patch of dark hair. Among the black curls he sees the glistening moistness of her arousal.
She smiles her wicked smile and teasingly touches her toes to his leg, making his cock twitch. "Are you all right," she asks and he can only swallow and nod, eyes on her body. The dark patch hides the mysterious place he wants to see, the place he wishes she would let him touch and taste now. He pulls on the restraints, but she knows how to tie him in knots. He is trapped and at her mercy.
She lays her hand over her pussy, blocking his view and he looks up into her eyes. Yes, he recognises the lust flickering in them, her pupils widened and dark. Her cheeks are flushed and rosy, her lips full and red as she licks them. He loves her lips, the ones she licks so lasciviously and the others she covers with her fingers that should be replaced with his own. He wants to touch them and feel their softness. He wants to lick her, offer her his kisses wherever she wants them. Taste her mouth and her secret place, there where her dark skin blends into a moist pinkness.
Spreading her fingers, she allows him to see the lighter skin. It is so inviting and wet. His gaze wanders to her engorged clit and she pushes down the hood so the pink tip shows clearly. She circles her middle finger at her opening, looking at him with misty eyes. She dips her fingertip into herself and moans, biting her lower lip. When it is wet, she slides her finger back up to her clit, teasing it with her juices.
"Please, let me touch you," he pleads, but she just smiles. He knows it is useless and that she will only free him when she wants to and no sooner. She gets on her knees and crawls towards him. He struggles to get free, but her knots are fast. Carefully avoiding any other part of his body, she bends her head down above his throbbing shaft and licks it, long and sensuously. Only when she stops does she let him feel the rest of her body on his. "Kiss me," he says weakly and to his surprise she does. Her breasts touch his chest when she raises herself up to face him and he watches her lovely lips, lightly parted, coming towards his.
They moan in pleasure, muffled by the kiss, and she rubs herself against his skin. His hands clench and open again. How he wishes he could touch her and explore her body at leisure, but it is not to be. Thinking of her soft wet pussy, he can almost taste her, that taste that reminds him of the sea.
In their kiss, he does not see her reach for something on the bedside table. Nor does he hear the small clicking sounds. She presses her hand to his bare chest, something cool entwined in her fingers. When he breaks the kiss and looks down, he sees the pearl necklace he gave her as a present. The hard pearls feel good on his skin, especially with her warm hand holding them there, rubbing tenderly. He leans forward for another kiss, but she pulls away again.
Sliding to the end of the bed once more, she sits back and spreads her wonderful thighs. He suppresses a moan, but she can see his cock twitch at the sight. Winding the ends of the necklace around her fingers, she holds it taut and flicks her tongue at the pearls, looking him in the eye. She is enjoying the teasing and he is suffering willingly. Her hands cup her breasts, the pearly shimmer contrasting with the brown skin of her luscious nipples, the tanned flesh. She dangles the end between her breasts, sliding the necklace through the valley between the mounds. When she presses them together, he can only see the ends of the necklace, and she slowly pulls it through.
"You have something I'd like to have right here," she says in a low sexy drawl. "Something hot, not as cool as these pearls." The end of the necklace escapes her breasts and she brings it into her mouth with her agile tongue. She sees him mouth words none can hear, his eyes on her lips. With the pearls dangling from these same lips, she crawls towards him on all fours again, dragging them over the bed. They touch his inner thigh and he moans when they come in contact with his balls. She drags the white beads across his belly. Once more, their faces are close. She lets the pearls fall from her lips so she can kiss him and the necklace gets caught on his erect cock, making him utter a sound of surprise and pleasure.
She kisses him hard and his head hits the wall almost painfully. Her teeth tug on his lower lip and she pulls away from him. Kneeling up straight, she drags the necklace over her belly, turning her back to him. The pearls roll over her buttocks, his eyes following their every move, every bit of soft skin they caress, running along the crack, but before he can enjoy the view any more, she is seated at the foot of the bed, pearls being dragged up between her closed thighs. With a long-drawn sigh, she opens her legs to his eyes, white pearls on black hair and glistening lips.
"Mmm, it feels so good when they roll over my clit," she moans and his eyes stay fixed on where the pearls bump her sensitive nub. She pushes her pussy lips to the side, revealing the pinkness. She presses the end of the necklace just inside herself and he lets out a shuddering breath. "That is so sexy," he whispers, unable to look away from those fingers that push more and more pearls inside. Then she holds herself open, wanting him to see the pearls pop out one by one as she tugs on the string.
