Raven And Lucia Pt 02

I woke to find that only an hour had passed and Lucia was still sleeping soundly in my embrace. Her soft pink hair was flowing over her shoulder and her face looked completely peaceful in her slumbering state. I resisted the urge to kiss her sweet face for fear of waking her, but I knew we wouldn't be able to lay like this forever.

"Just a while longer," I thought to myself, smiling down at the beautiful woman sleeping in my arms, willing the moment to last an eternity.

Of course it didn't, though. Just a few minutes later and Lucia was stirring. Her eyes fluttered open and she smiled up at me radiantly.

"Did you rest well?" I asked, my voice just above a whisper. It felt like if I was too loud, too quick, too jarring I might pop the moment's bubble of peace and serenity.

"I did," she said every bit as softly. "I love being here with you," she added before she leaned forward and started kissing along my collarbone, making me shiver.

"I love it too. I love you."

She broke away from her kisses to look at me with her smiling eyes. "How long has it been?"

"Only about an hour," I said and my heart leapt when her grin widened.

"Ah, excellent. I was hoping I still had time," she said, and then she resumed her kissing.

I thought about trying to offer a clever response but Lucia stole it away when her lips moved to kiss my oh-so sensitive neck, so all I responded with was a soft moan.

She pushed her hair back out of her the and started kissing down my chest, making her way down from my neck to my breasts. Her lips landed lightly on my left nipple and I heard a soft whine escape my lips.

"Lucia," I whimpered softly and she broke away from her efforts to look up at me.

"Yes, love?" she asked, her voice gentle.

"Do you want me to...?" I trailed off, not sure how to ask my question, but she shook her head.

"No, Raven. I don't want you do anything. Just... lay back and let me have a turn to touch you, yeah?" she asked, her eyebrows quirking up at the end of her sentence.

"Are you sure?" I asked, hesitant.

"Very," she said, smirking slightly, and the look on her face was every bit as confident as her tone.

I complied with her request, unwrapping my arms from around her and laying back; she moved to ensure she stayed right by my side as I shifted onto my back.

As soon as I was laying back with my head resting on the pillow below me, she shifted her weight and moved to sit her hips on top of mine, pinning me down to the bed under her.

"What are you-" I started to ask, and she grinned down at me.

"Are you going to keep asking silly questions?" she asked, her eyes glowing at me.

"I..." I sensed a trap in the playful wording of the question but I didn't know how to avoid falling into it. "No?" I asked uncertainly.

"Good. I told you, it's my turn to touch you."

I nodded mutely up at her and felt my face pinken when her smile brightened even more and her eyes lit up.

"Good. Good," she said again, and the warm gaze of her eyes on my face seemed to melt me in place.

She leaned forward and started kissing me, her hair falling like a waterfall around our heads. Her fingertips trailed over my body, starting at my neck and working slowly downward. Down over my collarbone, down and back up my arm, then down my chest. Her touch lingered around my breasts as she traced around and over my nipples, her fingers brushing the skin as softly as feathers.

My back arched slightly as she grazed my sensitive breasts and my soft moans were muffled by her even-softer lips against mine.

She pulled back her face a few inches and gazed down at me. "What do you want, Raven?" she asked, her voice growing husky and breathy again.

I always got shy when she took control like that, so I wasn't really sure how to answer. Instead, I bit my lip and reached my hands out to cup her perfect tits.

I had barely gotten my hands on her when she batted them away again. "No, no, Raven. I said it's my turn to touch you. Do I need to punish you?" she asked, her eyes glowing like embers, her lips slightly pouty.

"I just want you," I said, knowing my voice came out as a whine, but I couldn't help it.

Her smile returned. "Mmmm, I know that, love. But what do you want me to do to you?"

I could feel my face flushing more and I knew she could see it, too. "Lucia," I breathed. "Touch me," I pleaded.

"Where?" she asked, her voice more taunting than I knew she

could

sound.

"Lucia," I whimpered again, not sure how to say what I wanted. I didn't really even know... did I?

Well, my body did. A wetness was growing between my legs again, but I somehow couldn't bring myself to say it. It was too embarrassing.

A small grin lit her face and I knew she had her own plans of what to do. Maybe she had the whole time, even.

She climbed off of the bed, smirked at me, and started walking out of the room.

"Wait, where are you going?" I asked, unable to keep the tone of despair from my voice.

She turned back to face me. "If you can't tell me what you want by the time I get back, we'll do things my way," she said, her playful tone juxtaposing her ominous words. If she hadn't looked so beautiful in that moment I might have been a little more concerned about her sinister words.

She disappeared through the doorway, leaving me with my own thoughts. I thought about following after her but her words stopped me; maybe instead I should try to focus on what I wanted. It shouldn't be that hard, right?

Well... I knew I wanted her, but I wasn't used to asking for what I wanted. I wanted her touch, her kisses, her embrace.

My pussy was growing more desperate by the second and I knew before long I would probably start to drip down onto the sheets. I wanted... Lucia to touch me. To touch my pussy.

I summoned up my courage, trying to compose myself to be ready to tell her when she got back. I could do this. I would win against the embarrassment this time...

I was just starting to grow concerned about what was taking so long when I heard her making her way back to the room.

To my surprise, when she came into the room I saw she had a black leather bag in her hands that I had never seen before. What was in there? What was she planning?

I determined not to give her the chance, not this time. I would be brave and tell her what I wanted.

"Welcome back," I said and her eyes looked me up and down several times, appraising.

"Thank you, love. I hope I didn't take too long. Have you decided what you want?"

I nodded but found a lump in my throat made it impossible to get the words out.

"Well?" she asked, her tone teasingly impatient.

"Please touch my pussy. Please," I said, practically begging.

"How should I touch it?" she asked in a sultry tone.

Oh no. I hadn't been expecting that one. My face flushed again and she laughed. "Oh dear, you're embarrassed again, aren't you?"

"I- uh- I..." I trailed off. "With... your... uh... hands?" I said, though it came out as more of a question than an answer.

She shook her head slightly. "Are you telling me or asking me?" she asked, her tone pointed but not unkind.

I knew she was doing it to get a rise out of me, but I couldn't help the overwhelming sense of self-consciousness that clouded my ability to think clearly.

"Please," I begged, but she shook her head again, giggling lightly. I buried my face in my hands, trying to hide how red my face was becoming again.

"Oh, Raven," she said, her tone still full of barely-suppressed laughter. "You're so shy, I positively adore you. Relax, darling. Let me handle things now, okay?"

I looked up at her, hesitant. "I... I'm trying to tell you," I said, to which she nodded thoughtfully.

"I know, dear. It's okay, it'll get easier to talk about," she said, even though we were both fully aware that it was likely untrue; no matter how comfortable I got with sex, I still always felt shy asking for the things I wanted.

"I-" I started, but she put her finger to my lips to silence me.

"You don't have to talk anymore, Raven. You don't have to tell me. Not this time. For now, can you trust me to make you feel good?" she asked, her voice surprisingly intense.

I nodded and she beamed at me.

"Good girl," she said, and I shivered slightly from the pleasure of hearing those words from her flawless lips.

"How much do you trust me?" she asked, and I blinked at her, unsure what she meant.

"I... I trust you," I said.

She nodded. "Good. I want to try something with you, but you can tell me to stop at anytime. I don't want to make you uncomfortable."

"What... do you want to try?" I bit my lower lip again, nervous.

"I... I guess it depends how much you trust me," she said again, seeming slightly nervous herself, now.

"I trust you," I said again.

"Good, good. Okay. Well, if you're open to the idea, I want to take control this time, Raven. I want you to lay back and let me do it all."

I nodded, still hesitant; what she had asked for didn't quite warrant her level of caution and apprehension. "What's the bag for?" I asked, trying to figure out where she was going with this.

She smiled with the faintest hint of shyness. "It's got a few things to... restrict you," she said. Now it was her turn to flush, but she continued on. "I have things to tie you up. I have a blindfold. I.. Well, there's a lot of options. But what I want to try today, if you're comfortable with it... I want you to let me tie you up." She reached into the bag and pulled out two thin, dark cords.

I was shocked and didn't know how to reply, so I sat without responding for a moment, my eyes fixed on the indigo restraints in her pale, delicate hand, trying to conjure an adequate reply.

My continued silence must have cracked her confidence, though. "Is that... okay? We don't have to," she added. "I just thought it might be fun."

"I-"

"I know we haven't done anything like that yet," she continued on. "I'll let you tie me up sometime, too, if you want. I just... I thought it might be fun," she repeated.

"I-" I started again.

"It's okay if you don't want to," she said, seeming unsure of herself now.

"I do," I said quickly before she could stop me again, and she looked at me with wide, hopeful eyes.

"Really?" she asked with obvious excitement and I wondered how long she had been thinking of bringing this to me. It seemed like she was far too excited about it for it to have just been a casual idea.

"Yes," I said. "I... do we need a safe word or something?" I asked, uncertain how things like this worked.

She laughed softly. "We can choose one if you'd like, but I figured I would just stop if you said, ya know, 'stop.'"

"Oh. Okay," I said lamely and she laughed again.

"I... well, I guess... is there anything you want or need first?" she asked and I considered for a moment.

"No, I... I'm ready," I said, and her grin widened.

"Okay. Lay back for me then," she calmly commanded, and I complied.

She climbed back on top of me, sitting herself on my hips. She took my arm into her dainty hands, and her movements were surprisingly deft as she began to loop the nylon cord around my wrist, securing it so it was a snug fit but not uncomfortably tight.

"Does that feel okay?" she asked, and I nodded, so she leaned forward, still holding my arm, and she secured the other end of the cord around one of the posts of the headboard.

"Still comfortable?" she checked. I wiggled my wrist around to make sure it was still comfortable enough, and found that it was secured tight enough to prevent me from lowering my arm, but I still had the ability to move it relatively freely, so it didn't cut off my circulation or feel too uncomfortable, so I nodded.

Then I stuck my other wrist out to make it easy for her to tie that one up, too, and she smiled. "Thank you, dear. You're such a good girl."

A shudder of pleasure ran through me and I started to feel like I was melting from her simple praise. She repeated the process with my other arm, leaving me sitting underneath her as before, but with my hands tied up above my head.

When she'd finished, she once again inquired about whether or not I was comfortable, and when I confirmed that I was she beamed at me and started idly playing with my breasts. She seemed to enjoy the way I would twitch ever so slightly when she tweaked my nipples, and she alternated between doing that and just squeezing my tits.

My pussy was positively soaked at this point, and the need for stimulation was starting to feel so urgent that I couldn't focus on much of anything else, and even Lucia's warm touches on my sensitive breasts couldn't quell the longing down there.

Lucia leaned forward, this time down until her lips met mine again. She kissed me with a new fervor I wasn't expecting and my body responded eagerly. I moaned and shuddered at her touch; she almost didn't even seem to notice the reaction, she was so focused on kissing me. She cradled my face with her hands for a moment before sliding them down to rest on my tits once more. I moaned again and felt a thrill run through me, leaving my body covered in goosebumps and shaking with anticipation.

She pulled a few inches back from my face and opened her eyes, which allowed me to see that her pupils were dilated from her arousal. "Raven," she whispered. "You're so gorgeous."

"I want you," I said back, my voice barely even a whisper. "Please, Lucia, please. I want you so much."

She smiled at me. "You want me to touch your pussy now, Raven?"

I whimpered and nodded. "Y-yes."

"Yes what?" she asked pointedly.

"Yes... please?" I asked, and she nodded.

"Good. Good girl," she said warmly as she shifted her weight up to her hands and knees and started to move her body down so she could get access to my needy pussy. She climbed down to the lower portion of the bed and gently spread my legs apart. "Ooooh, someone is wet," she said with a giggle. "Are you excited, Raven?"

I whimpered again. "I... yes. Please, Lucia... I need it," I added, and she smiled.

"Okay, you've been such a good girl. I suppose I can touch you where you want to be touched. You want me to touch your pussy now?" she asked and I nodded fervently. "Good girl," she said again as she reached out and started to ever-so-lightly brush her fingertips against the outer lips of my pussy. It wasn't enough to really satisfy me, it was just enough to whet my appetite for more.

I let out a low groan and shifted my hips, trying desperately to make it easy for her to slide her fingers into my pussy, or to touch my clit. Or both.

She hesitated for a moment, seeming to consider whether or not to continue teasing me.

"Please," I moaned again, my voice coming out as a wail. "Please, Lucia, please..."

She silently started stroking the lips of my pussy with her fingers in earnest. She slowly worked her way inward, toward the wetness that had been accumulating there for hours now. Her fingers quickly became slick and she pushed them into my pussy achingly slowly. I cried out softly as she did, feeling my excitement growing. I flexed my arms against the restraints, savoring the feeling of the cord lightly biting into my wrists.

"Aren't you such a good girl?" Lucia asked. The combination of her tone and her words made my muscles weak and the fight went out of me. I slumped into the pillows, my arms still held above my head.

If she was expecting an answer she didn't show it. Instead, she plunged her fingers the rest of the way into me and I started squirming, my muscles seeming to have a mind of their own as they clenched and unclenched excitedly.

"I love finger-fucking you, Raven," she said, her tone full of lust. "You just get so excited. It's mesmerizing."

I didn't- couldn't- say anything. The two fingers she had inside of me were curling up to kiss against my g-spot, making me feel weak. I just let out a groan as I exhaled, which drew a giggle from her. She started lightly stroking my clit with the soft pad of her thumb, moving in unison with the wriggling of her fingers inside of me.

My eyes rolled back into my head as I let out a loud, groaning exhalation of breath.

"Do you want to cum for me, Raven?" she asked, her voice warm like vanilla sugar.

"Yes," I cried out. In turn, she increased the speed at which she was stimulating my g-spot and she leaned in to lightly start to suck in on my clit with her mouth. Her tongue took over stroking my clit the way her thumb had been before, lightly massaging up and down it as she continued to apply a light suction.

An orgasm overtook me, making my body curl in on itself reflexively, in the process pulling harder against the ties on my wrists. I relaxed back down, letting my wrists rest against the restraints again.

"Oh Lucia," I moaned, and she pulled her head up from between my tensed-up legs to grin at me.

"Did you like that?" she asked.

"Very much so," I said, voice quivering with the aftershocks from the intense orgasm.

"Do you want me to continue?" she asked, wiggling her fingers temptingly inside of me and making me moan. "That sounds like a 'yes' to me," she said with a chuckle.

She leaned in to start kissing my clit again, this time slow and sensual. I was still quite sensitive, but her gentle touches felt nice rather than overwhelming.

"Do you want me to keep fingering you? Or should I go get a strap on and fuck you senseless?" she asked, making my face flush as words escaped my grasp.

"I..." She waited patiently and I eventually found my voice again. "I don't mind either way," I said, and she shook her head slightly.

"I don't believe you, Raven. I think you're just too shy to tell me what you want. Am I right?" she asked, freezing me in place with a knowing look.

I hesitated, bit my lower lip, and eventually I sighed. "Yes," I admitted.

"Well, my shy little Raven, what would help you feel brave enough to spread your wings and be honest with us both?"

If my hands had been free, I would have brought them to my face to hide it. As it was, they strained against their restraints as I turned my face to the side, hoping to hide it in my shoulder.

She laughed. "Oh, Raven... you're a little too well tied up to hide from me, aren't you? I suppose you don't have to tell me if you really don't want to, but if you don't, I won't have any way of knowing what you'd like, so I might just have to stop altogether," she mused, her tone light to mask the quiet threat underneath.

"N-no..." I whimpered as she pulled her fingers out, leaving a sad, empty feeling inside of me.

"Oh dear, is that not what you wanted?" she asked, her gentle voice belying her intentions.

"Lucia, please fuck me," I begged, my voice coming out hoarse through my dry lips.

"How?" she asked, her tone a bit sharper now.

"W-with a strap on," I said, and she grinned at me.

"Good girl, Raven. I'll do just that. Do you need anything before we continue?" she asked, her tone softening.

"Water," I admitted. "I'm getting a bit thirsty."

She grinned before making a show of licking her fingers clean of my juices. "I can see why, you're quite wet."

When she seemed satisfied that she'd cleaned her fingers enough she climbed off the bed and went back to the black bag where she'd gotten the cords. From within its depths she pulled out a water bottle with a squirt-top.

She set it beside me for a moment and then grabbed a few pillows, using them to prop me up enough that I could safely drink the water. Then, her nimble fingers popped open the top of the bottle and she held it out in my direction.

"Here, I can just squirt it into your mouth since your hands are... unavailable," she said, chortling.

I giggled and nodded, then opened my mouth for her to squirt the water into. The gentle stream of water helped to moisten my dry throat and hydrate me, almost immediately making me feel better.