Anticipation

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The flickering candles provide a subdued lingering aroma and more than ample light. Shadows play and dance on the walls. Music fills the room, permeating the air with low pulsing bass and a sexy, seductive beat…

Pausing, I admire her innocent, angelic beauty.

She kneels in the middle of the bed, baby blue satin cloth folded neatly and firmly over her eyes. I think I see her shiver. From anticipation or chill? Perhaps I only imagine it.

Her flaxen blond hair falls straight to her chin on either side of her porcelain skin. Pouty lips, naturally dark, slightly parted with anxious breaths… I savor the sight of her.

A smile on those lips when I touch her lightly, unexpectedly… a nervous, excited smile. Caressing the softness of her hair, the line of her throat, I then apply pressure to her shoulders, indicating she should lay back.

Her movements are liquid, sensual and deliberate. When she is full length, I tie her dainty wrists to the metal rods of the headboard above her head with rope made of fine silver thread. Stretching apart her shapely legs, I tie each foot to its own post at the end of the bed.

Standing, I step back to look on her: bound and blindfolded, helpless and inviting atop black shiny sheets, looking like a sacrificial virgin. A sacrifice that is mine.

Like a doll, she is still and unmoving. Waiting, I watch her, acutely aware of the heat growing between my thighs. Instinctively I caress my bare shoulders and the flesh exposed above my bra. When finally her expression falters, the music overwhelmed by the silence between us, the crotch of my satin panties is warm and humid. She licks her bottom lip, gently biting it in impatient habit. Still I say and do nothing. She quietly rubs her thumb and forefinger together above the shimmering magical rope… the tension in the room is heavy and languid.

With a gray feather I touch her cheek; a labored sigh falls from her chest, as though in great relief. Had she thought I had already forgotten her… left her to wallow in her lonely desire?

I am careful to linger near enough only to use the feather and not to physically touch her with any part of myself. Kneeling on the floor, I paint elaborate, sensual drawings along the line of her beautiful body with it, circling her breasts, pausing briefly when she squirms because it tickles. With deliberate precision I do the same with her other side, leaving no area of her flesh untouched.

Tossing the feather aside, I practice the same designs with a long piece of silk fabric… She tries moving into it when I slide it across her throat and over the crevices of her collarbone, hungry for more definite contact. When I bring it from between her thighs, it is spotted with moisture. Leaning over her there, I blow cool against it, aware that it will do all but absorb her lust.

Disregarding the soiled silk, I proceed with the tips of my fingers. Moving close to her, I pull my hair back to avoid it falling on her and causing unwanted distraction.

Beginning at her face, I trace her eyebrows and cheekbones, before dancing across her full lips… I draw lines along her throat, taking fantastic pleasure in the feeling of the thin, sensitive flesh there that reminds me how frail a creature she is. Following her shoulder line, I dip down, underneath her arms… she shivers. Mine is the lightest touch.

Her skin responds with delighted gooseflesh, and she quivers when my fingertips press along the edges of her milky breasts, though I avoid her nipples that become rouged and stiff.

Continuing at a pace so slow to be maddening, I cross her torso, flat and smooth, shutting my eyes to absorb the softness. Her pelvic muscles tighten as I follow her narrow waist to her small hipbones. Brushing the upper interior of her thighs, I take my time moving down each leg… Her body is sensitized, tingling to my teasing; her lips are pursed in an effort to keep silent.

Stroking her available flesh at either end of her body, my hands become hot and feel electric, almost as though energy passes between us and creates tiny shocks that pull us farther from reality. When my finger again runs over her warm mouth, she kisses my finger.

I encourage her with a nudge, and her tongue quickly responds to taste it, pulling it into a burning wet paradise, much like her sex must be… With great effort I take it away and use its warm moisture to rub one of her nipples.

Again, she is biting her bottom lip.

Abandoning her aching breasts, I apply greater pressure over the length of her feline form, in an almost gentle massage. When I pass over her breasts, I am rougher, resulting in an intense flush that colors her throat. Firmly I cover her pussy with one hand, finding it dripping, drooling with want.

She holds her breath.

Kneading the plump mound, my middle finger hovers just barely over her wanton hole. Instinctively she starts to move into my hand.

I pull away.

Leaning near to her face, but touching no part of her, I allow my lips to linger above hers, just enough to feel the warm invitation of my breath.

I kiss her, full, but light. Pressing my warm mouth to her perfect throat, my kiss passes beneath her chin, near her ear. I caress her arms as I move to her breasts: a hot kiss for each, covering each nipple, quick flick of the tongue before pulling away, blowing softly…

While cupping each breast, I kiss the tender flesh just below her belly button. My hands slide down either side of her body as I move down… until stopping at her sex, pink, alive and shining with dew.

For several moments I pause. Closing my eyes, I sink into the sexual energy that hangs thick through the air, heavy and intense like scarlet and opium. I listen to her waiting, uneven breathing, and inhale the scent wafting from her excited sex. I place a mouthy kiss just below her clit, then blow all over it… she squirms in a feeble attempt to widen herself.

She wants contact.

Rising, I step away. It takes much restraint to practice such patience when, really, I am voracious to devour her.

I let my hair down. I like the feel of its softness cascading over my naked shoulders. In my simple lingerie I feel sexy.

Again I paint the line of her outstretched arm from her bound wrist, following it to the edge of her breast. I circle her nipple, clasp it between two fingers, and rub the tip of it with my thumb. Leaning over, I carefully bite the skin beneath her chin, before nibbling playfully on her earlobe. I run my tongue down her throat, and with my other hand I rub the back of her thigh… I lick her lips, kneading them between my own…

I do not fully kiss her.

Moving, I must attend to her other breast. I first alternate stabbing at her nipples with my eager tongue, then suckling them, gently tugging on them and rolling them between my teeth. Removing my mouth, I place the palms of my hands over each, circling and stimulating, watching the beautiful frustration on her pretty face. I pinch them as I slither away, further down her luscious shape…

The lips of her pussy have expanded to expose her wanting clit, swollen and deep in color. I quickly kiss it and watch her desire escape to the open air. Slowly I lick it away with the entire width of my tongue… A heavy sigh falls from her motionless body, relaxing as though her limbs have become gelatin. I taste her, covering her clit up and down with my hungry tongue and making short circles on its hard little nub. I take care to avoid her flaming hole, and only to clean up the juice that continues to seep from it, sucking it while continuing to lick… My tongue moves to her opening, then again moves upward and away from what we both want…

But I leave her once more.

Her skin is hot; tiny beads of perspiration dot her forehead in a thin line. My own sex is pulsating; my body is aflame: I get off turning her on.

I kiss her violently; she returns it with equal fervor. I wrap my hand around her throat, not too tight, but enough to announce she is mine. Pressing my breasts to hers, I ravage her.

Abruptly I pull away, using her absence of sight to my advantage. When she feels me again, it is my starving mouth devouring the chamber between her warm thighs… I tease and lap at her clit, and drip wet circles with my tongue around her hole. I grasp her ass in each hand, raise her to my face, squeezing and rubbing, before finally exploring her, pushing my tongue far inside, darting back and forth, up and down…

She whimpers, igniting me further. My depths tickle the beginning of an orgasm.

I return my mouth again to her clit, covering it and licking wildly. With a finger at her opening, I outline it repeatedly while suckling her clit… she constricts in anticipation.

Her breathing, rapid and staggered, becomes the only sound.

My finger slips inside her.

She gasps, constricting tighter.

My pussy rubs against the interior of my panties to the rhythm that I fuck hers with my finger. Delving into the velvety heat of her sex, I feel out the walls inside her, suck on her bud, insert another finger, pulling her to me with every motion…

She moans as though she is floating away… I continue the pace, speeding up and applying heavier pressure.

I look up at her, her body arched, her head thrown back as in offering. Soft groaning gives way to loud whimpering until I’m cumming, soaking my panties and spilling down the inside of my thighs. She is wound tight: constricting, constricting… and when she finally contracts again, with it there is a storm of hot liquid from her, rushing into my open mouth. It tastes divine, glossing my lips and streaking my neck. Her body quivers while moving fluid against me, like the tides…

Her face is in deep blush, crimson and beautiful in the flickering candlelight…

Orgasm number one.

I proceed…