her gaze averted, she moved
behind and folded his arm across his lumbar. She wrapped the rope
over his shoulder, grazing his sensitized skin as she went, and
increasing his excitement.
After securing the length around his
middle, she gave the rope a tug. "Okay. See how that feels. Can you
still move some?" She sounded more in control. Damn.
He tried to swing his elbow out and
found he had a comfortable amount of movement, though he couldn't
pull his hand out from behind his back. "It's good."
"To add to your pleasure, massage your
back as we go. And be sure to let me know if you start getting
stiff, or if your hands begin feeling cold or losing sensation.
Okay?"
"You bet." Now come back around so I
can look at you, gorgeous.
She came to stand before him, a long
portion of remaining rope still draped over her arm. In a strange
way, the line connected them, bridged a gap on an emotional level
he couldn't quite comprehend.
Staring at his hard-on, she said, "I
see you like this."
"I like you." He took a chance and
brushed a tendril from her temple, letting his knuckles linger on
her forehead.
Her eyes still on his cock, she licked
her lips.
He grew harder and let his hand fall
to his side.
"It's darker," she said, and reached
for it.
When she sent a tentative touch from
the tip to the base, he closed his eyes. Her pliant fingers wrapped
around him, and he opened his eyelids to find her watching his
face. She looked innocent, curious. The pressure built and he had
to hold himself in check to keep from coming in her hand. The only
way he could prevent a surge toward orgasm was to turn his focus to
her.
Maintaining eye contact, he cupped her
pussy.
Chapter 9
Melony melted. Her blood screamed
through her veins, thundering in her ears, and her heart threatened
to explode out of her chest. Chip didn't just touch her, he brought
her to life.
Stop.
His hand cupped her, his fingertips
brushing her pubic hairs back and forth and creating a maddening
pressure along her slit.
Stop.
Moving her gaze from his intense,
pleasure-brightened eyes, she glanced to her hand wrapped around
his rock hard cock. Her need increased. A tightening she had never
felt before began at her opening and traveled into the very center
of her belly. With a heavy sinking sensation, moisture flowed from
that tightening and slicked her inner thighs. The throbbing became
so intense, her knees threatened to buckle and the reddish-brown
rope slipped a bit on her arm, reminding her of her
purpose.
His finger slipped between her swollen
lips, the relief instantaneous.
Stop.
Biting back a moan, she sank her teeth
into her bottom lip and willed her legs to hold her up. He pushed
his finger into the thick pool of her juices then brought it
forward, deep within the folds. His breaths came in short pants.
Hers did, too. Back and front, back and front, he stroked her with
a rhythm that soothed yet excited.
Stop.
The pressure he had relieved a moment
ago, started to build again. This time, it consumed her entire
body. She tensed, her hand gripping his penis as if she held a
lifeline. He groaned and slid his finger through her slit to the
nerve bundle at the front. Oh, God, he would make her come. Why was
she letting him do this?
She trusted him.
He skimmed her clit and she gasped,
her legs giving way. She sank to her knees, and he accompanied her
to the carpet. He skimmed it again and she fell against his chest
and closed her eyes. He smelled good, clean. Adding pressure, he
flicked the nub with his nail and she jerked with a jolt of
pleasure-pain. It grew hard. Hard, like his cock.
Don't stop.
Releasing her grip, she explored his
length by feel. His breath caught, giving her another rush of
power. She only hoped the pleasure she gave him matched what he did
to her. Trying to concentrate on the supple skin of his tip, her
finger learned the shape of his hole and delighted in the drop of
moisture that seeped out.
He sent his finger back again,
behind and folded his arm across his lumbar. She wrapped the rope
over his shoulder, grazing his sensitized skin as she went, and
increasing his excitement.
After securing the length around his
middle, she gave the rope a tug. "Okay. See how that feels. Can you
still move some?" She sounded more in control. Damn.
He tried to swing his elbow out and
found he had a comfortable amount of movement, though he couldn't
pull his hand out from behind his back. "It's good."
"To add to your pleasure, massage your
back as we go. And be sure to let me know if you start getting
stiff, or if your hands begin feeling cold or losing sensation.
Okay?"
"You bet." Now come back around so I
can look at you, gorgeous.
She came to stand before him, a long
portion of remaining rope still draped over her arm. In a strange
way, the line connected them, bridged a gap on an emotional level
he couldn't quite comprehend.
Staring at his hard-on, she said, "I
see you like this."
"I like you." He took a chance and
brushed a tendril from her temple, letting his knuckles linger on
her forehead.
Her eyes still on his cock, she licked
her lips.
He grew harder and let his hand fall
to his side.
"It's darker," she said, and reached
for it.
When she sent a tentative touch from
the tip to the base, he closed his eyes. Her pliant fingers wrapped
around him, and he opened his eyelids to find her watching his
face. She looked innocent, curious. The pressure built and he had
to hold himself in check to keep from coming in her hand. The only
way he could prevent a surge toward orgasm was to turn his focus to
her.
Maintaining eye contact, he cupped her
pussy.
Chapter 9
Melony melted. Her blood screamed
through her veins, thundering in her ears, and her heart threatened
to explode out of her chest. Chip didn't just touch her, he brought
her to life.
Stop.
His hand cupped her, his fingertips
brushing her pubic hairs back and forth and creating a maddening
pressure along her slit.
Stop.
Moving her gaze from his intense,
pleasure-brightened eyes, she glanced to her hand wrapped around
his rock hard cock. Her need increased. A tightening she had never
felt before began at her opening and traveled into the very center
of her belly. With a heavy sinking sensation, moisture flowed from
that tightening and slicked her inner thighs. The throbbing became
so intense, her knees threatened to buckle and the reddish-brown
rope slipped a bit on her arm, reminding her of her
purpose.
His finger slipped between her swollen
lips, the relief instantaneous.
Stop.
Biting back a moan, she sank her teeth
into her bottom lip and willed her legs to hold her up. He pushed
his finger into the thick pool of her juices then brought it
forward, deep within the folds. His breaths came in short pants.
Hers did, too. Back and front, back and front, he stroked her with
a rhythm that soothed yet excited.
Stop.
The pressure he had relieved a moment
ago, started to build again. This time, it consumed her entire
body. She tensed, her hand gripping his penis as if she held a
lifeline. He groaned and slid his finger through her slit to the
nerve bundle at the front. Oh, God, he would make her come. Why was
she letting him do this?
She trusted him.
He skimmed her clit and she gasped,
her legs giving way. She sank to her knees, and he accompanied her
to the carpet. He skimmed it again and she fell against his chest
and closed her eyes. He smelled good, clean. Adding pressure, he
flicked the nub with his nail and she jerked with a jolt of
pleasure-pain. It grew hard. Hard, like his cock.
Don't stop.
Releasing her grip, she explored his
length by feel. His breath caught, giving her another rush of
power. She only hoped the pleasure she gave him matched what he did
to her. Trying to concentrate on the supple skin of his tip, her
finger learned the shape of his hole and delighted in the drop of
moisture that seeped out.
He sent his finger back again,
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