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coming in short
gasps, my heart beating fast. I was on the verge of calling his name when I
felt movement and a soft rush of cool air against my skin, sliding down my
right side. I turned my head, breathing deeply, sniffing the air, trying to
catch Jake’s scent.
There was a brief noise at the
foot of the bed and then a subtle pressure on the mattress. The pressure
increased; Jake must have climbed on the bed between my feet. My legs tensed; I
tried to pull away and move toward him at the same time. I wanted something to
happen but I was afraid of what that something might be.
Suddenly there was a light touch
along the inside of my inner thigh, along the same area that Jake had touched
with his hands before, that same erogenous zone I never knew existed until
then. I jerked even though the touch was so soft I thought I might have
imagined it. But it returned, this time on the other leg, something brushing
against my skin, sending shivers through my body.
It’s a feather. I had the
insane urge to call out what I thought it was.
The stroking continued,
increasing in intensity and speed, moving higher up my thighs. The muscles in
my legs were tensing and relaxing, moving in concert with the stroking of the
feather, my hips flexing upward with each stroke. I could feel arousal growing
between my legs, a subtle throbbing deep inside.
Suddenly the stroking stopped. My
legs kept moving for a moment, seeking contact with something I couldn’t see.
There was a long pause, then movement, a shifting of weight between my legs and
the right side of the mattress depressed slightly.
A slight breeze floated over my
skin and then there were quick flicks of something across the nipple of one
breast. I yelped in surprise as I felt that nipple contract and harden,
immediately sensitive. The flicking then moved to the other nipple, with the
same result. I could feel Jake’s warm breath on my arms as he moved between my
breasts for several minutes, teasing each nipple repeatedly.
And then it stopped.
I held my breath, waiting, trying
to imagine where he’d touch me again. I felt warmth on my breasts and then Jake’s
lips were on my nipple, the flick of the feather replaced by the flick of his
warm tongue. I cried out, lifting my head from the mattress, straining against
my chains as he circled my hard nipple with his tongue.
He moved to the other nipple and
I felt a wave of warmth flood through me, a curious feeling of tensing up and
letting go at the same time.
This particular delicious torture
went on for many minutes as he moved between my nipples, never doing more than
flicking his tongue across them. I was pulling against my chains now in
earnest, arching my back, seeking more contact with his mouth.
And then he was gone.
I cried out in despair, my body
thrumming, suspended, aching for more. The cool air on my wet nipples made them
contract painfully and I was helpless to keep quiet, driven by desire to speak.
“Please don’t stop. Jake, please…”
I thought I heard a sharp intake
of breath, but I couldn’t be sure. It was a long time before I felt any
movement on the bed, just a subtle shifting of weight.
When the feather finally came
back it moved across my upper thighs, lightly stroking from hip to hip. It
circled down between my legs, brushing the crease along my inner thigh, sliding
dangerously close to my clit and then skittering away. It reappeared where it
started, repeating this path, over and over.
My hips were writhing on the bed
now, rising up, playing tag with the feather. It circled back between my legs
once again, but this time it stayed, tracing the outer edges of my pussy,
flicking over my clit.
I was moaning now, my body
craving more contact. The feather continued for a moment, flicking back and
forth, tickling and teasing.
And then even that was gone.
The shifting between my legs was
more pronounced now. I felt Jake’s warm breath on my legs and the first flick
of his tongue against my clit
gasps, my heart beating fast. I was on the verge of calling his name when I
felt movement and a soft rush of cool air against my skin, sliding down my
right side. I turned my head, breathing deeply, sniffing the air, trying to
catch Jake’s scent.
There was a brief noise at the
foot of the bed and then a subtle pressure on the mattress. The pressure
increased; Jake must have climbed on the bed between my feet. My legs tensed; I
tried to pull away and move toward him at the same time. I wanted something to
happen but I was afraid of what that something might be.
Suddenly there was a light touch
along the inside of my inner thigh, along the same area that Jake had touched
with his hands before, that same erogenous zone I never knew existed until
then. I jerked even though the touch was so soft I thought I might have
imagined it. But it returned, this time on the other leg, something brushing
against my skin, sending shivers through my body.
It’s a feather. I had the
insane urge to call out what I thought it was.
The stroking continued,
increasing in intensity and speed, moving higher up my thighs. The muscles in
my legs were tensing and relaxing, moving in concert with the stroking of the
feather, my hips flexing upward with each stroke. I could feel arousal growing
between my legs, a subtle throbbing deep inside.
Suddenly the stroking stopped. My
legs kept moving for a moment, seeking contact with something I couldn’t see.
There was a long pause, then movement, a shifting of weight between my legs and
the right side of the mattress depressed slightly.
A slight breeze floated over my
skin and then there were quick flicks of something across the nipple of one
breast. I yelped in surprise as I felt that nipple contract and harden,
immediately sensitive. The flicking then moved to the other nipple, with the
same result. I could feel Jake’s warm breath on my arms as he moved between my
breasts for several minutes, teasing each nipple repeatedly.
And then it stopped.
I held my breath, waiting, trying
to imagine where he’d touch me again. I felt warmth on my breasts and then Jake’s
lips were on my nipple, the flick of the feather replaced by the flick of his
warm tongue. I cried out, lifting my head from the mattress, straining against
my chains as he circled my hard nipple with his tongue.
He moved to the other nipple and
I felt a wave of warmth flood through me, a curious feeling of tensing up and
letting go at the same time.
This particular delicious torture
went on for many minutes as he moved between my nipples, never doing more than
flicking his tongue across them. I was pulling against my chains now in
earnest, arching my back, seeking more contact with his mouth.
And then he was gone.
I cried out in despair, my body
thrumming, suspended, aching for more. The cool air on my wet nipples made them
contract painfully and I was helpless to keep quiet, driven by desire to speak.
“Please don’t stop. Jake, please…”
I thought I heard a sharp intake
of breath, but I couldn’t be sure. It was a long time before I felt any
movement on the bed, just a subtle shifting of weight.
When the feather finally came
back it moved across my upper thighs, lightly stroking from hip to hip. It
circled down between my legs, brushing the crease along my inner thigh, sliding
dangerously close to my clit and then skittering away. It reappeared where it
started, repeating this path, over and over.
My hips were writhing on the bed
now, rising up, playing tag with the feather. It circled back between my legs
once again, but this time it stayed, tracing the outer edges of my pussy,
flicking over my clit.
I was moaning now, my body
craving more contact. The feather continued for a moment, flicking back and
forth, tickling and teasing.
And then even that was gone.
The shifting between my legs was
more pronounced now. I felt Jake’s warm breath on my legs and the first flick
of his tongue against my clit
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