As we kiss I check the bonds that secure your hands above your head. Our lips part, my fingers trace a line from the corner of your mouth, across your cheek, dropping slowly down your throat and across your naked chest. Your body quivers despite the heat of the room, as they drag across your stomach reaching your silky black underwear. Then you feel them no more. I walk to the door, and am gone. You wish for a second that I had stayed but we both know that we will each derive our own pleasures from the next few hours; that even if you don't see me, I will be watching.
You test the straps and find that they are secure, you cannot free yourself from this position of vulnerability, and nor do you want. You are spread-eagled on that big bed, with only those silky knickers to cover your essence.
The door opens and they enter. Hand in hand they cross the room to come to rest at the base of the bed. They face each other, seemingly not noticing your form. She is dark, with shoulder length hair, while he is tall and blond. She runs her hands up his broad chest and pulls his head down as she stands on tiptoes to meet his lips with hers. His strong arms embrace her as their passion awakens.
She runs her fingers through his hair before returning them to his firm chest to slowly work her way up his shirt, undoing the buttons with an expert but nervous hand and slipping it from his back. You can see that his torso is well defined, his abs firm and taut. She plays with his nipples as their tongues play between each others lips.
He breaks the kiss and steps behind her and takes her by the hips and turns her so that she faces your bed. She leans back into him as he runs his lips lightly over the base of her throat, and she raises her hands to tousle his hair between her fingers. As his hands rise along the sides of her body he catches the light material of her summery top and slowly inches it up across her mocha stomach. Purposefully he lifts the material and her firm breasts bounce delicately from their captivity. They are round and dark butterscotch in colour, with small but delicately pink nipples. Your mouth goes dry. Her top finishes its journey un-noticed. His big hands return to her thighs and slide across that short skirt to trace light patterns on her stomach.
Again she leans back with her hips, pushing herself back into his crotch and shimmying to an unheard rhythm. She reaches back behind them both and she runs her hands over his tight bum. His hands tracing intricate patterns on her stomach start to form lines along the sides and base of her breasts and you hear her inhale sharply at their touch. They lightly continue their journey, circling ever closer to her nipples, as his kisses dance over her throat, ear and cheek. Their rhythm intensifies as in response her hands slip between them, a slight lessening of the pressure from her hips to creating a path. His fingers lightly graze her nipples and at that moment as she opens her pert mouth with the sensation, you are suddenly aware that her focus is upon you.
You meet her gaze to find that her large brown eyes are alive with a fire, and, as he continues his ministrations upon her nipples, that she is consumed with an aching lust. She runs her tongue slowly across her lips, continuing her burning gaze and your breath quickens in response.
Meanwhile her hands are not without their own ministrations and his breathing is becoming ragged with her touch. She has somehow managed to release his trousers and they slump at his feet.
In response, he slides one hand away from her breasts and with a swift tug her flimsy skirt pools on the ground. She remains like you, in just her lacy underwear. Your palms are sweaty, your nipples harden watching their caresses and you know that you are wet with desire.
As if transfixed, she steps away from him, towards your bed and his hands trail from her breasts. She reaches for your foot and a spark of electricity flows from your toes to your brain as her small hands lightly touches your instep. Goosebumps break out over your body at her touch and you shudder with excitement. She eases closer to your body; you can feel her hot breath on your toes and then with the gentlest of touches she envelopes your big toe in her soft warm mouth.
The sensation is electric and you writhe in your captivity. She continues to toy with your feet, sending sparks through your body as she uses her lips, teeth, fingers and nails to gradually ascend your legs, seemingly never missing one patch of skin yet never striking next quite where you were expecting.
You notice from behind her small frame that he runs his hands and mouth over her body as she in turn pleasures you. You see that his muscular legs extend from jockey shorts which are taut and strained. As she reaches the apex of your thighs she kneels on the bed and raises her head, places her hands on either side of your torso and her eyes range over your body as if in contemplation as to where to sample next. Her breasts hang tautly, her nipples erect and you lick your lips in anticipation.
She leans forward and the touch of her hair across your throat seems like a cascade of tiny electric shocks. Despite your desire to taste her lips, she plants tender kisses on your throat and blows a gentle breath around your throat and ear. You strain against your ties wishing now that you were free and yet enjoying the powerless position in which you are held. She whispers softly that his body is hard and strong, that you will enjoy him, but first...
She traces the line of your chin from your ear to your mouth with her tongue, and you feel her breasts rub gently against yours, her nipples hard and hot. She plants small hot kisses on your cheeks, around your eyes and back to your earlobe. A teasing kiss at the corner of your mouth and she traces with her tongue a tantalizingly tickling line around the edge of your lips. Your mouth is open and you struggle to catch her tongue, to end the torment and for the moment that you have waited for, seemingly forever, to arrive.
She toys with you moving her hand to grab your hair so that she has more control over your movements. She continues to lick your lips, her tongue wet, small and agile. You open your mouth more, wanting to savour her touches, as she licks along the edge of your teeth but manages to evade your hungry kiss. You both are breathing hard when finally she lowers her mouth to yours; you feel her lips much softer and sweeter than any man's.