Part IV: Just a Little Taste For You

Finally feeling more comfortable, and in spite of having your wrists bound you decide to take control the only way you know how. Your lips move from my mouth, to my cheek to my neck. Your tongue flickers in and out and traces the edge of my ear. You breathily whisper, "I want you." My heart pounds in my chest, my cock rises against you. This wasn't how it was supposed to be. We had fantasized about me taking you any way I pleased, your body my plaything. You were turning the tables on me, my mind and body teetering on the brink of losing control to you, and I wanted that too.

Arms outstretched, still bound as I stand between them, your lips continue their tantalizing journey down my neck, my chest, your tongue circling each nipple, your lips softly engulfing them, sucking, pulling, teasing. My hands tangled in your hair, stroking, smelling, loving the feel of your soft tresses against my skin. Down my stomach your kisses march. I look down watching you as you crouch in front of my kissing across the waistband of my boxers. God I want to touch that sexy little pussy of yours. I feel helpless to stop you though. Your teeth grab the edge of my boxers and lift them over the head of my cock, and then your mouth deftly pulls them down. As they fall to the ground around my ankles I feel your hot breath on my cock. Your pink lips only inches away from the pleasure I want so bad. Your lips lavishing kisses on the front of my thighs, So close. Suddenly, your tongue, feeling like a hot, wet, little laser suddenly begins to trace a line at the base of my engorged cock. You catch the drop of slippery precum on the tip of your tongue and follow it up to the head.


I want this. I want you, but not like this. Regaining what little control I had over my lust I couched down to meet your lips and slowly rose with your lips matching mine until our bodies were pressed against each other once again. I quickly ducked out under your arms and moved to stand behind you. My hands on your hips, and then sliding down the warm, smooth skin of your thighs and you spread your stance open as you feel one hand start up the inside of your thigh. You feel my fingers curve under your pussy, parting your wet, tingling lips. I pull back to taste you on my hand. Mmmmmmm.....this little taste of your sex makes me ravenous. I want to devour you sexually. My hands finds your little slit from behind again and I begin to slide it forward and back between your lips. You sem to be trying to angle your hips to get me to tease your tender little clit. Not yet, not yet. Your juices are now seemingly pouring down the inside of your thighs as you begin to move your hips as if you're being fucked. I love the sound of your moans as you toss your head to the side, eyes closed, luxuriating in the physical sensations, forgetting for a few precious moments that you're still tied in place...