Wednesday, October 24, 2007

Clean

Even the water seems to groan when it is forced to move this early in the morning. The sound of the shower sputtering awake in the other room reminds me that the day must start soon. My hands reach to the place where your body just left, still warm from you. I roll over and the scent of you lingers on the pillow. Closing my eyes I breath deep, feeling you around me despite your absence.

The soft thump of your feet enter the shower, I can almost hear you groan. Your eyes closed, body adjusting to the heat as the steam begins to build. Rivers running down your back, across your ass, down your legs to swirl on the floor before taking the evidence of last night away.

I want to touch you. I want to feel your skin made slippery by the soap. I want spread the lather with my fingers and wash you clean. I want to rub my body against you, slick and sliding. I want to trace words of endearment in the suds left on your back. I want to feel you get hard as I reach between your legs and stroke you clean. Water running between us, steam rising...breath heavy.

With the thought of you looking down at me with wet lashes, getting harder in my hand, I reach between my legs to find my own warm wet place. Remembering the way you filled me so completely I reach in my fingers, vainly searching for what is left of you inside of me. Recreating the way you licked me so well, I reach for a release of my own. Fingers tracing circles around my nipples, remembering the way your teeth nibbled. I can almost feel you there.

Your breath on my neck startles me, "You're getting dirty while I'm getting clean", you say with a hint of teasing.

Come back to bed. Come get dirty with me. I'll clean you off when we're done.

Sunday, October 21, 2007

Just a Dream...

"Close your eyes" breaths the voice in my ear.

The heat of his mouth moves slowly down my neck. My face pressed into the pillow catches my gasp as his lips brush my skin at the top of my shoulder. The weight of his body next to me on the bed, where moments before were just pillows.

"I'm not here, I'm just a figment of your imagination." whispers words as they travel down my spine. Sending shooting sensations, waking every cell from my sleepy slumber.

Stubble scratching skin at the small of my back, his fingers trace a trail up the back of my thighs. Moving slowly, languorously tracing circles on goose bumped flesh. All sensation corralled to the center of me, all anticipation waiting to be touched with those lips, those fingers.

"Roll over." Growls the voice, hands on hips adjusting me to his whim. Hands on my wrists pulling my arms above my head. Grasping both of my hands in one of his he holds me helpless while he looks. Reaching in his back pocket he pulls out a scarf, black, reflecting the ambient light from the window. Winding around my wrists he binds my hands to the bed, firmly but gently letting me test the tautness of the scarf. Knowing that I am now stretched out before him, alone with him, vulnerable...ready for him.

Trailing fingers down the inside of my arm, tracing fingers lightly invoke nerve ending responses. My entire body is erect with anticipation. The side of his hand lightly brushes underneath the curve of a breast tensing for touch. His eyes delight at the catch in my breath, the rise of my chest to meet his fingers. Tongue darting between his lips, he smiles a promise.

Leaning down, hands on either side of my helpless form, nibbling gently on one one nipple at a time. They glisten in the moonlight after his tongue has left it's last flick. Reaching on their own accord back towards his mouth. Rolling one between his finger and his thumb, tugging gently, while nibbling and sucking on the other. The bristle of the day's growth an obvious distinction to the softness of his lips.

A sigh escapes as he loosens his grip. His fingers tracing lazy circles down my side to my hips. Reaching around to pull my legs open, he settles himself between. Tongue flicking trails from stomach to legs to the crevices hidden from view. Straining to give him access, reaching my hips towards him, pulling against the ties, aware of only the contact of his lips.

Parting the folds with his fingers, wet and warm and waiting for him. Looking up at me to meet my desperate look of need. Watching my face as he finds the nub of nerves waiting for his touch. He rolls his thumb, knowing I will throw my head back, overwhelmed by the feeling. It's building, as he moves me closer and switches from thumb to tongue and back again, all the while never taking his gaze from my face. Watching as he takes my resolve. Watching as I lose control to him. Watching as I bite my lip to hold back the moan.

Lost in the moment, I am jarred by his abrupt departure. I cannot see where he has gone. I did not feel him leave. I strain my ears to hear his breath. The echoing buzz from the bottom of the bed makes me jump, knowing what will happen next.

"Not until I tell you to." He calmly states.

Holding my breath in anticipation, I strain towards him. His breath sends shivers now that I am wet and waiting. He traces two fingers down my clit, past the folds, into the soft heat tensing to feel him. I feel the cool hard vibe slide deep inside me. He rolls it around between his fingers, searching for the right spot.

"Not until I tell you, remember." He whispers.

I know what is coming next. With a deep breath I ready myself for the sensational overload. He positions his mouth over my slit...lapping gently with his tongue. As the sensations build and I tense around his fingers he turns on the vibe, pressed deep inside, right against my pelvic bone, the vibrations sending sensations to the ends of my fingers. He sucks a little harder and moves his fingers in time. The vibrations, the motions, the flick of his tongue building to a crescendo that is threatening to take me over the edge at any moment.

"Not until I tell you." His voice echoes in my head.

My hips grind against his mouth, aching for more, straining against his hand. His free hand reaches up taking hold of a handful of my breast, kneading. Tugging on my nipple, directing the depth of the vibe, tongue flicking faster and faster. I'm losing control, I tighten around his fingers, my legs tense, holding my breath trying to keep it at bay.

Then he stops. The abrupt halt to all stimulation leaving me floating for a moment, almost sending me over the edge just by virtue of the intensity of the change. His fingers still buried deep inside me. His mouth still warm and enveloping around my clit. His hand still possessively gripping my nipple. He just stops moving. With no warning he pulls himself away. Gasping I open my eyes to see what he has prepared next.

He's leaned up on his elbow, just watching. Eyes following the curves of my body from the glistening mound he has just left, past the peaks of my nipples still straining from his touch, over the rise and fall of my chest as the gasps subside. His gaze leaves goosebumps in it's wake. My arms straining against the restraints, my legs spread wide for his access. My lips full with anticipation, eyes glazed with intensity. He simply watches the picture develop.

"I'm going to fuck you now." Grin tugging at the side of his mouth. He leans down and takes possession of mine. The scent of me mingling with the scent of him.

Taking both ankles in one hand, he holds my legs in front of him. His cock is bouncing to time with his heart beat. I can see his balls building with the need to release. My mouth watering with need to just taste him for a moment. I feel the head press firmly, I strain to catch more than he's trying to give. I moan and beg for more of that sweet cock. I want to feel him slam himself as far as he can go, I want to be filled by him and grind against his pelvis. I'm begging for more, and yet, all he will give me is the tip.

Inch by inch he slowly gives me more. I can feel each and every bump, turn, indention of his cock. It's harder than it has ever been. It's going deeper than it's ever been. His eyes are closed feeling each and every sensation the same as me. I squeeze around him, he gasps. He thrusts into me hard. I moan. I squeeze harder, and he thrusts harder as our rhythm picks up pace.

He lets my legs fall naturally so they can wrap around him, hold him tighter. He leans over to nibble my neck, little bites from my ear to my collar bone. His chest rubbing on mine as he keeps up the rhythm. I am incapable of words, the sounds from the back of my throat tell him I'm on the edge...close.

"I want to feel you cum on my cock." He whispers in my ear.

His deep voice, his breath in my ear. The sounds of our bodies fighting each other for more. The feel of him, hot...hard...deep inside me with each thrust. His fingers on my nipples, his mouth on my neck. Involuntarily I feel the pressure building. My muscles tensing around him, my legs tightening around his back. My back arching to meet each thrust. The moans from the back of my throat turn to involuntary screams as the release that he has been building inside of me is finally let go.

Deep inside of me he locks himself, to feel the contractions of my cunt around his rock hard cock. He is cumming...each shot sending electric jolts of nerve sensations out to the end of my body as I feel the stream of cum shoot from the end of him. Pulling out, through the clamping tight muscles of my pussy, still locked in my own orgasm, he drives deep again. A deep moan escapes from him...his muscles give an involuntary shake.

Laying inside of me, collapsed on top of me, heads next to each other on the pillow, we breath. Softly he kisses my lips, my nose, my forehead. His hands make lazy strokes up my still bound arms to release the ties.

"Close your eyes." He softly whispers in my ear as he rolls off of me to find the blankets.

"I am here. I am not a figment of your imagination." He says as he pulls up the covers over my sweat shined body.

"Roll over." He says as he wraps his arms around me, holding me tight, kissing my head. We drift off to sleep.

Until morning...