Flick.
The flame from the lighter dances at the tip of the incense stick until it catches. I blow the stick out and watch the smoke drift toward you in the soft candlelight. The stick goes in the holder on the headboard, and I let my hand drift down after placing it. Drift down to lightly touch your cheek with the backs of my fingers and crimson-painted nails.
You are restrained to the bed with fur-lined leather cuffs at the four corners. Arms out wide, armpit hair dark. Legs wide and straight, bush and pussy exposed. You look up at me as I touch your cheek. Your chest is rising and falling a little faster with my touch, breasts and nipples heaving in the shadows cast by the candles.
"Ready?" I ask. I open my hand to cup your cheek.
You lean against my palm and nod slowly. "Hell, yeah," you breathe. Your dark eyes grow even darker, more desperate, needy.
From your cheek, I reach up to pinch your bottom lip slightly for a moment. You smile, bite that lip, your eyes never leaving mine. My hand trails gently down your chin, to your neck, to your collarbone, to the valley between your breasts. Up to circle first one erect, pierced nipple, then the other. Down to your belly button, circling it twice, before reaching your bush. Fingers slip through dark, coarse hair and pull. You gasp, still looking at me. Continuing to pull your bush, I lean down and gently kiss you.
A very long, hot moment passes. The incense smoke dances in the candlelight. Then I pull back, and slip a black satin blindfold over your head, over your dark, chestnut hair, over your eyes.
I walk to the foot of the bed and study you. You are lying on a midnight blue comforter that is soft and gentle, but also waterproof. I teased you all day with it after I brought it home this morning. You knew, but you didn't know.
I lightly tickle the soles of your feet with my fingers. You squeal, writhe against the restraints, and try to catch your breath. Then my hands come up as if ready to conduct the most blissful, ecstatic orchestral movement of your orgasms. I pause for effect but, of course, you can't see me, so I lower my hands gently to the tops of your feet, slowly slide up your shins, knees, thighs, luxuriating in the feel of your hot skin. I climb up on the foot of the bed, on my knees, as my hands continue up your stomach to your breasts, cupping, kneading. Back down to slap each inner thigh once. You delightfully squeal again.
I bend down and breathe in the scent of your pussy. You are already wet, starting to drip. I blow air over your pubic hair, your clit, and the glistening drop slowly starting to make its way to your asshole. You smell so fucking good.
I wrap my hands around your ass, palming it, lifting you slightly. I glance to either side, choose, bite your left inner thigh, hold the bite for a long time while you gasp and moan. Then my tongue traces circles, accentuated with tiny occasional nibbles, up towards your bush, through it, just over the base of your clit, tiny circle there, causing you to moan softly again. The sound causes my heart to race, my blood to fire, and my own clit to swell.
I continue around, teasing you, licking, nibbling, back down your other inner thigh. Bite. Hold. You moan again, louder this time.
I plant a single, gentle kiss on the tip of your clit. I then slowly, achingly lick tiny circles up and down, just outside one side of your labia. So close that I can almost feel your pussy lips tingling. Up and down the other side, just a light touch. Back along your inner thighs. Continue to tease. Continue to adore.
