He started at her open palms, drawing small circles with the index finger of each of his hands. She attempted to hold fast those fingers, but he continued on to her bound wrists. A smile broke out onto her face as he slid down further to the crooks of her elbows. Her smile grew broader and her eyes shut tight at the inevitable. His digits slid ever gently down the backs of her arms, her tricep muscles doing a spastic dance of sorts, matching the audible rhythm of her heart. Predicting the next stop on his fingers' path she tried to push herself down the bed and escape the persistent touch, but her bonds betrayed her natural tendency to recoil. She gasped when his pointers stopped short in her vulnerable underarms. A giddy feeling started in the pit of her stomach and she opened her mouth to let out the laughter it caused.
She opened her eyes and rolled over. Her alarm clock shone a red 2:37am in the dark of her bedroom. She was annoyed at having interrupted the dream, but couldn't help the smile on her face.
He nibbled down her left side and she involuntarily squeaked and sucked in her stomach, exposing her ribcage even more, almost inviting him to pay attention there. His mouth found its way there and he sunk his teeth in gently between each bone. In an attempt to stifle the screaming giggles that fought to escape at the back of her throat, she snorted. Wide-eyed in surprise and embarrassment, she hoped he hadn't heard, but his endeared laughter told her he had.
He continued down across her stomach to her left hip bone, down the top of her thigh and back up again. He ripped her boyshorts clean off her in one swift motion, nearly causing her friction burn, and then returned to lick and nibble at her groin.
She pushed her pelvis towards his face, a gentle hint, and moaned prematurely as she felt his breath on her, but he passed right on by to her other thigh. Her swollen clit peeked out, eagerly volunteering for any kind of touch.
He flicked his tongue at it once, she arched her back and drew in a sharp breath. He flicked his tongue again and got the same response, however he stopped there and went back up to her, now pink, face.
He kissed her cheek and brushed the hair out of her pleading eyes.
"Please, give it to me," she whispered in his ear.
"Not yet, my pet," he replied, a smile curling the edges of his mouth.
He raked his fingernails down the backs of her arms to her armpits again. She, caught so completely off guard, had no time to prepare for the scream that came tumbling out of her mouth.
He went back to her stomach, grazing a single finger across it from one hip to the other, causing subtle tremors there that reflected ripples in a pond.
There was just enough slack in her ankle restraints for her to squeeze her knees against him on either side, pushing him to do what she so desperately ached for.
He gave in, untied each foot and entered her.
She gasped at the first thrust, feeling her entire body get warm, starting with her ears and spreading downwards. She put her legs on his shoulders, crossing her ankles behind his neck for a tighter grip.
She shook at the sound of her alarm. It read 5:45am. She hit the snooze button with exasperation and shut her eyes tight, trying to remember where she left off.
She was untied now, on her stomach, worn out from the sensations. He drew haphazard shapes on her back with his fingers, finding a few spots that made her arch so hard, he thought he heard her spine crack.
At long last, it seemed she had enough, as she was more whining than laughing now, so he rubbed her back as she blinked lazily, finally succumbing to the soporific effects of his massage.
Her alarm went off once more, but this time she was content with leaving her subconscious and starting the day. She sat up, stretched, and with a knowing smile, trotted off for breakfast.
She opened her eyes and rolled over. Her alarm clock shone a red 2:37am in the dark of her bedroom. She was annoyed at having interrupted the dream, but couldn't help the smile on her face.
He nibbled down her left side and she involuntarily squeaked and sucked in her stomach, exposing her ribcage even more, almost inviting him to pay attention there. His mouth found its way there and he sunk his teeth in gently between each bone. In an attempt to stifle the screaming giggles that fought to escape at the back of her throat, she snorted. Wide-eyed in surprise and embarrassment, she hoped he hadn't heard, but his endeared laughter told her he had.
He continued down across her stomach to her left hip bone, down the top of her thigh and back up again. He ripped her boyshorts clean off her in one swift motion, nearly causing her friction burn, and then returned to lick and nibble at her groin.
She pushed her pelvis towards his face, a gentle hint, and moaned prematurely as she felt his breath on her, but he passed right on by to her other thigh. Her swollen clit peeked out, eagerly volunteering for any kind of touch.
He flicked his tongue at it once, she arched her back and drew in a sharp breath. He flicked his tongue again and got the same response, however he stopped there and went back up to her, now pink, face.
He kissed her cheek and brushed the hair out of her pleading eyes.
"Please, give it to me," she whispered in his ear.
"Not yet, my pet," he replied, a smile curling the edges of his mouth.
He raked his fingernails down the backs of her arms to her armpits again. She, caught so completely off guard, had no time to prepare for the scream that came tumbling out of her mouth.
He went back to her stomach, grazing a single finger across it from one hip to the other, causing subtle tremors there that reflected ripples in a pond.
There was just enough slack in her ankle restraints for her to squeeze her knees against him on either side, pushing him to do what she so desperately ached for.
He gave in, untied each foot and entered her.
She gasped at the first thrust, feeling her entire body get warm, starting with her ears and spreading downwards. She put her legs on his shoulders, crossing her ankles behind his neck for a tighter grip.
She shook at the sound of her alarm. It read 5:45am. She hit the snooze button with exasperation and shut her eyes tight, trying to remember where she left off.
She was untied now, on her stomach, worn out from the sensations. He drew haphazard shapes on her back with his fingers, finding a few spots that made her arch so hard, he thought he heard her spine crack.
At long last, it seemed she had enough, as she was more whining than laughing now, so he rubbed her back as she blinked lazily, finally succumbing to the soporific effects of his massage.
Her alarm went off once more, but this time she was content with leaving her subconscious and starting the day. She sat up, stretched, and with a knowing smile, trotted off for breakfast.
