"Not yet," I tell her.
By now, I'm majorly hard. I kneel up beside her, pull my shorts down over it. Then, with one hand, angle it downwards, to move its shaft along the soft skin of her cheek, then her lips. Ever compliant, she brings her tongue out to touch my uncircumcised glans and it is like she has touched an electric circuit, a shock of sensation washes up through my belly, down into my balls.
"Oh fuck, Jenny," I tell her. "I gotta tell you. I kinda like this too."
She smiles, lifts her head enough that she can take me inside her mouth.
I'm enveloped by warmth, the soft, slow movement of her tongue.
I move to straddle her and now am able to push, slowly so she does not choke, but very deliberately into her. She takes me in, letting her tongue slide down along the underside of my shaft. It feels amazing - as if I am moving along a slowly undulating carpet made of soft flesh. I push into her, withdraw, push in, withdraw again.
After a moment, she makes a murmured sound and moves her head aside, which I read as discomfort (I am beginning to get the hang of this, this pushing of the boundary of forcing her to the place that turns her on but not beyond) and I lift myself out of her and turn to the delivery rather than the reception of pleasure.
But it is still, for me, pleasurable (this is what I am beginning to understand), to slide my hard-on down along her body as I lick the skin of her sweet-perfect breasts, take her nipples between my lips, suckling on her, then using my teeth to pull them - not entirely gently - upward. Then moving down again across the generous softness of her belly, the rich expanses of her thighs.
"Oh, god, yeah," Jenn whispers as my tongue and lips finally find the swollen lips at the bottom of her body. "Go on, Tommy, use your tongue," and then, paradoxically liberated by being tied, she yells out loud the word she never used with him, "Tommy, please, my cunt!"
And I do.
Because this new thing, this taking away her control, is a delicate balance: a dance, a duo, a partnership, in which she must feel simultaneously, safe, protected and overmastered. And we are, suddenly, Jenn and I, partners in sex in a way I've never been before with any woman.
I put my tongue, gently, roughly into her cunt.
She writhes now, she is all sensation, she pushes up, into and away from me as I grab both sides of her ass and pull her body to me, plunging my tongue inside her, feeling, tasting the slicked, invisible walls of her vagina, then withdrawing to concentrate on her inner lips, her clitoris (she gasps loudly, transported, as I touch her there). And all the while, I am moving below, letting my penis drift against the soft flesh of a leg. The end of it all is building inside my body and (I can feel from her sounds and shudders) in hers as well. And it is time now and I wheel on top of her and find with my hand and then with the end of me the soft wet center of her.
And with two fingers guide myself inside her.
She is bound beneath me, there is so little movement available to her, but she does what she can, pushing upward as I thrust down, taking me deep into her interior -
her self!
- until our pubic bones all but collide and merge. It is amazing. I don't know if this is rough sex, wild sex or any kind of sex you can put a name to. It is just two people, one bound, the other not, dancing to the same fierce and kinky music, our bodies a tandem of fear, sensation and rich blind motion (thinking,
this is what love is. This is what love could be
) until I feel inside of her the rolling contractions of her orgasm beginning. I pull her head half violently up to mine, put my lips to her and whisper permission into her ear (thinking, this is what love is. This is what love could be).
And Jenn comes.
It is a flood, her head arching away from me, her breasts rising into me, while I push the place where we are joined down into the mattress. She comes loudly, making plaintive noises as if begging for me, for her own body, to stop because the sensation is unbearable. And I hear, distantly, my own voice, uncontrolled, uncontrollable, building with Jenn's into a rough harmonic. And finally, the squeezing, squeezing of her inner self around my moving, plunging, almost burning member takes me over, obliterates me into my own pulsing spasms and, impelled by biology, I push completely into Jenn and empty myself inside her, richly, fiercely, seemingly endlessly until it is done, we're both done, and I fall onto her bound body, each of us twitching, we are electric wires, tethered together, our bodies bound by a diminishing, uncontrolled, dancing.
For a long while, we do not move. I lie atop her belly, her breasts, my legs extend along hers. I am still deep inside her - Jenny, my roommate, my what? My lover? My prisoner? The sheets are damp beneath us from sweat, piss, all of our fluids melded.
"Whoa," I whisper into the shell of an ear. "I never ..."
Eventually, I try to leave her, but the sensation is still too intense, so I stop and fall back into her, and she amuses both of us for a while by contracting herself and softly squeezing me in there.
It is fucking exquisite.
And when, at last, I do pull out of her, my dick has barely detumesced.
I fall beside her, my head resting on one bound arm, my remaining half hard-on rising stubbornly above my belly.
"So, what?" I ask. "Are we boyfriend and girlfriend now?"
She turns to dark-eyed look at me. Says, "I don't know. I don't know what we are. Jesus, Tommy, I just told the guy I've been with for eight years that I wouldn't marry him. I don't know what I'm doing. I don't even know who I am right now. But, Jesus, I always wanted ... and I never have ... and this was ... fuckin' amazing. I've never in my life come like that."
"It was just a couple of ties," I murmur.
"Yeah," Jenn says. "I know that. I know."
She looks down my body to my stubborn penis, says, "Untie me now, Tommy."
And I know it is time and I do, kneeling beside her, one limb after the other. My dick still bobbing, engorged and sensitive, at the bottom of my belly.
Jenn sits beside me, rubbing her wrists and ankles. Reaches over and touches my unremitting erection. Asks, "Do you think it'll ever go down?"
"No idea," I tell her. "if it lasts four hours, I'll consult my physician."
"Don't worry, roomie," she tells me.
And pushes forward off the bed, squats and puts her hands on my thighs. Tugs me toward her. Says, still breathless: "Sit here, Tom."
I do what she asks, led by my endless hard-on.
"Okay," Jenn says to me. And twists her body to place herself between my knees.
Smiles at me, says,
"Next."
And, gathering my bizarrely still operational penis between her hands, gets down - worshipfully (and worshipped) - onto her knees.
