Celina lay back, trying to peek around the blindfold, her bound hands helpless to adjust it. Her chest heaved as she tried to catch her breath, a light sheen of sweat on most of her still-shaking body.
I knelt on the bed as I watched her move her head, trying to move the blindfold, and chuckled a bit to myself – the blindfold wasn't moving. She'd learned fast – fighting handcuffs was a losing proposition. And the blindfold accentuated the rest of her senses, making her almost hyper-sensitive. I watched as she caught her breath, the sheen of sweat starting to dry.
I let my gaze go from her hands, bound to my bed with shiny steel handcuffs, to the blue silk scarf blindfolding her, down her face and neck to her chest. She had a pretty chest - breasts that were well-sized and firm, with highly sensitive nipples that grew to the size of a quarter when stimulated. Down my gaze traced, across her flat stomach and narrow waist, to her hairless groin, not even a strip of black hair left. Down her strong and lean thighs, her skin soft as velvet, down her calves to the ropes securing her ankles to the foot of the bed. Her feet were like the rest of her - just right.
I let a finger trace her form, from just below the blindfold along her cheek, down her neck, across her chest just grazing a nipple, instantly springing back to erect, down her side, over her thigh to her glistening groin. Her breathing, now caught up, quickened as I let my finger trace across her clit and labia, teasing her with a finger, then tracing down the inside of her leg, our combined juices leaving a trail down her leg. I reached the rope holding her ankle and skipped over it, to the tip of her toes, and then back - sliding the rope off one ankle, then the other.
I felt her start to move her legs as I traced my way back up the inside of her legs, again pausing to tease her clit, this time with two fingers. I felt her breath quicken and her legs spread apart wide to give my fingers better access. I slipped first one, then two, fingers just inside her, and felt her moan just a little bit as her juices flowed over my fingers and hand, her naked pink pussy in full view.
I leaned down and just breathed on the inside of her leg, gently flicking it with my tongue. I worked my way up the inside of her legs, feeling her tense up and relax, tense and relax as I got closer and closer to her clit with my tongue. Taking a deep breath, I exhaled slowly onto her clit, slowly sliding two fingers inside her. I felt her shiver just a bit as my tongue came down and just barely grazed the tip of her clit. I let my tongue tease her, lapping up her juices but never quite diving in as far as she wanted.
I let my mouth move its way up, across her stomach, stitching little kisses together as my fingers moved to her breasts. She had quite beautiful breasts - large without being floppy - a bit flatter than you might expect, something her nipples more than made up for. As I reached her right nipple with my mouth, I took her breast in my mouth and sucked hard. I could feel her nipple engorge as I sucked on it, her neck muscles rigid as her body started to quiver with an impending orgasm. I let go of her right breast and kissed my way over to her left nipple, gently tonguing it, sucking it, harder and harder, again stopping before she could orgasm, feeling her body arch with desire.
I continued kissing my way up her neck, breathing onto her lips and then slowly lowering my hungry mouth to hers. Our tongues met, danced, intertwined, and I moved my hands up to release the handcuffs. Experienced as she now was, she waited for me to move her arms around my back, not making any attempt to remove her silk blindfold. I reached behind her head and pulled it off her, giving her a moment to acclimate to the low light before holding her head and kissing her on the mouth again, softly at first, and then harder and harder as my passion and lust for her took over.
