Bound by Temptation
When we touch for the first time, my heart beats like a bass drum. Your dark eyes stare straight into mine. You already know what I want. But it's not just want with us. It's need. I need you like I need water to survive.
My pulse quickens as you take my hand.
"Let's finish what we started," you say, smiling down at me.
I can't speak. You have me breathless. This is new for me. I've never been breathless over a man before. But you are different.
You gently push me down onto the bed.
"Don't move," you say, and I obey.
What else can I do? Even when you pull out the black satin blindfold, it's impossible for me to protest.
"Martin," I say, but you shush me and tie the satin bow.
"Trust me," you say, and I do.
I trust you even when I know it's wrong, even when I know you are the one person in the world with the power to destroy me.
You pull my red dress over my head. Underneath, I'm wearing a dark purple bra and thong set. You smile at me, you know I did it all for you. You wrap me in your arms, and I feel your velvety softness against my skin. You kiss me. Your lips against mine is enough to have me melting. I can't stand anymore.
You support me against you, still kissing me, running your hands up and down my torso, exploring my curves. When you let go, my bra falls to the floor. I didn't even notice you unfasten it. You cup my breasts in your hands, rubbing my nipples gently. We've talked about this before, how I like my nipples to be touched gently at first, how I don't like it rough until I'm about to come. In my mind's eye, I see your large hands, so dark against my porcelain complexion. You lift my breasts in your hands, kiss them gently. My nipples stiffen at the touch of your lips. Laughing, you flick your tongue over each of them. I feel you kissing your way down my belly, pausing to touch the purple hourglass in my navel.
Your hands are suddenly on my ass. I am already wet, but your hands against my ass make me even wetter. I moan. You kiss the triangle of silk on my shaved mound, and it feels as if the material isn't even there. You breathe on me through the silk, and my juices soak the tiny thong to the point where it's against my lips, showcasing my pussy. You murmur in approval and lick my lips through the thong. I gasp and arch against your tongue, and you laugh against me. I can't stand it.
"Please," I whisper, and you oblige, although slowly.
With maddening care, you slide the thong down my legs, gently lifting each foot before removing the thong. Then, I feel you stand up. You press the crotch of the silk panties against my lips.
"Taste yourself." you say, and the commanding tone in your voice is enough to let me know the game has changed.
I can't resist you. I open my mouth, lick the crotch of the thong, tasting my juices on the silk.
"You taste good," you say, and all I can do is moan into the fabric.
You push me back onto the bed, and I hear you removing your shorts.
