Don’t move,” she jokes, then she heads into the bathroom.
16
I’m so worked up, overtaken by a mixture of arousal and frustration, that I have no idea what to do with myself as I hear the shower running. I’m soaking wet, my pussy aches and I desperately need her to touch me but she’s in no rush, most likely enjoying the thought of me lying here, waiting for her. Her shower seems to take forever and when she finally comes out in a robe and walks around the bed, I let out a sigh of relief.
“Are you still okay?” she asks, as she trails a finger up the inside of my leg. She retracts her hand just before she reaches the edge of my panties and the sweet torture makes me groan in frustration.
“I need you,” I say, lifting my hips, trying to chase her finger as it moves away.
“You’ll have to be patient.” She gets on the bed, in between my spread legs and looks me over. Her eyes flash a darker shade of blue and I know she’s having trouble holding back, aroused at the thought of what she’s planning to do to me. “You’re so beautiful, Emily.” Leaning forward, she steadies her hands above my head to take my wrists, dips down and runs her tongue over my upper lip. The warm, wet touch makes my skin tingle and I take in a quick breath. When I lift my head to kiss her, constricted by my restraints, she lifts hers too, inching away from me. Teasing.
“Kiss me,” I say.
“Ask nicely.” She brings her mouth close to mine once more and by now I’ll do anything just to feel her lips on mine. Anything.
“Please kiss me.” I try to move down, knowing her knee is almost against my center, but she’s holding my wrists and I can’t stretch myself any further. The more I resist, the tighter she holds me, and I have no choice but to give up and patiently wait for her to reward me. Sensing my desperation, she finally brushes my mouth with her own, and after so long without feeling her kiss, I almost come from that alone. A muffled moan escapes me as I part my lips, allowing her tongue to claim my mouth with the most sensual urgency and need. She moans too, losing herself for what seems like minutes in a slow and incredibly sexy make out session, before she regains control and pulls out of the kiss.
“Fuck, I love kissing you,” she says, sitting back between my legs again. Her gaze wanders south over my body, down to my panties. “Are you wet?”
“I’m so wet,” I say, bucking my hips. “I…” When her hand moves in between my legs and strokes my swollen and oversensitive lips through the thin lace, I’m so close to climaxing that I can’t even speak.
“My God, you are.” She backs away again, and I feel like shouting at her to take me. “Now... what am I going to do with you?”
“Anything. Everything.” I’m panting before her as she opens my robe further, then reaches under me and unhooks my bra. She pushes it up over my breasts and sucks a nipple into her mouth. I know she likes my nipples; the way they’re always hard for her, instantly reactive and so sensitive. When she bites down, a flash of pain shoots through me but it feels so good that I push against her. She lets go when I gasp, then turns her attention to my other breast while her hands travel down my waist. Her fingers are spread wide, her pressure hard, and I can feel the need in her touch. She’s trying to hold back because she wants this to last. Her mouth covers my ribcage and my belly before she reaches the lace edge of my panties. Slowly, she runs a finger over it, then underneath, barely skimming the small strip of hair. I ache for her to take them off but she won’t be able to do that with my legs tied up. A smile appears on her face and her eyes twinkle as she tilts her head, clearly thinking the same.
“I’m afraid this beautiful, delicate garment will have to be destroyed,” she says in a low voice before she takes hold of the thinnest part of my new, expensive, La Perla panties and rips them all the way through. She licks her lips as she moves the fabric to the side, then slides what’s left of my panties down one leg until it reaches my hold-ups, attached to the suspenders, and stares down at my glistening wetness. The unconscious gesture is so sexy that my breath hitches as I watch her take me in. Her eyes are as dark as her thoughts, I imagine, and I can almost hear her mind churning, deciding what she wants to do to me. Her finger hooks under the elastic band of my suspenders and she lets it snap back against my skin. “These can stay on. I like them.”
I’ve never felt so exposed and vulnerable as I do now, near-naked and tied to a bed, but I also know I’ve never been so turned on, and I hold my breath as she takes hold of my hips and bends forward to taste me. As soon as her tongue traces my lips, I cry out and when an orgasm threatens to take over, I buckle and instinctively raise my tied hands reaching for her hair. Immediately, I regret my mistake because she stops and sits up, then crawls over me to put my hands back over my head.
“I told you not to move.” She casts me a teasing look. “Now I will have to punish you.”
“I’m sorry. But you drive me wild. I can’t think straight.”
“Good.” She seems pleased with my excuse, but still gets up to pour herself another drink, then moves one of the chairs next to the bed and sits down to watch me.
“Please,” I beg. “Don’t stop. I’m dying here.”
She doesn’t answer but instead, takes a small sip of her drink while she looks me up and down. I can tell she likes me like this; craving her like nothing else. After a couple of very long minutes, she gets up and moves back onto the bed. My pussy lips are swollen and overly sensitive, my clit throbbing with anticipation.
“Ask nicely and keep your hands where they are,” she says with a hint of amusement at seeing the relief on my face.
“Please, please, can I come?” The words come out of me in quick breaths.
She nods and leans between my legs again. “Yes, you may.” Slowly, she repeats the action that almost sent me through the roof ten minutes ago. Her tongue on me is heaven and the contact causes an even greater climax to build, drawing a loud groan from my mouth. My legs tug at the restraints, but of course, the ties don’t budge and all I can do is surrender to the intense pleasure as she presses her full mouth against me now and does something incredible with her tongue that prolongs my orgasm, drawing a long and throaty cry from deep within me. It’s fucking amazing and she doesn’t stop until every aftershock has subsided and I’m completely spent. She looks up after I finally come back to my senses, and I can see that my reaction has pleased her. Dizzy and on a euphoric high, I meet her eyes and almost melt when they appear to see right into my soul. Our eye-contact has been intense from the moment we met, but now, it’s not just lust anymore that passes between us. It’s like she knows me and, however absurd, I feel I know her too.
“How did you do that?”
“It’s easy. You needed that.” She gives me a wicked smile, crawls up and brings her mouth to my ear. “But I’m not done with you yet. That was just to take the edge off.” Her words make me quiver and my body agrees with her when she opens her robe and lowers her naked body onto mine. It feels amazing, warm, exciting and so sensual. I want to touch her, feel how wet she is, pleasure her, devour her, but I can’t. As if reading my mind, she says: “Later.” Then, her tongue claims my mouth and she grinds into my center. “I’m going to fuck you until you have no energy left. I want you to feel I’ve been inside you.”