and its contents. I did notice, however, a blot of damp on the fabric at the peak of his evidently eager cock.
Was it really me that reached out and stroked him from the hair between the mounds of his pecs, across his warm belly and over the rigid contents of his boxers, finishing up with my fingers gently kneading the soft cushion of his balls? I loved the feeling of cotton covering its needy filling. So much of me wanted to dive right in there, pull off his underwear…
‘Oh no!’ I felt stupid, inexperienced and instantly wished I hadn’t said ‘oh no’. Dominic didn’t say anything because I think he already knew. He glanced over to the night-stand and winked at me and it wasn’t until I looked there that I realised what he meant.
I reached out and picked up the stainless steel scissors that were muddled amongst a book, a comb and other similar bedroom items. Dominic had anticipated my predicament, which was now going to be wicked fun rather than the nuisance of having to untie him again.
‘You’d better not move then,’ I said, dragging the cold metal of the closed blades across skin that fell away beneath his shorts. He twitched briefly but then arched his back and moaned as I daringly pushed my face into the cotton package and took a draught of his scent before administering a playful nip to his shaft. ‘You smell good,’ I said, brandishing the blades. ‘Hold still.’
I carefully cut into the cotton – how else was I going to get the things off? – and peeled away the cloth as I snipped. It was like my birthday as the beautiful gift inside was revealed. Dominic’s erection sprung free of the shorts and looked up at me with a glint in its eye. I held still and breathless, sitting astride his legs so that I’m sure he could see the beads of moisture escaping from between my thighs. I trailed the scissors up the gossamer skin of his shaft before teasing the paler dome at the top. Dominic’s head lunged from side to side and the tension on his wrists increased as he could barely stand the cold, light touch. I put the scissors back on the night-stand and leaned forward on my hands so that I was on all-fours above the poor, writhing gardener.
‘Do you make a habit of this?’ I asked sternly. ‘How many other young women have you tricked into nakedness?’
‘None, really. You don’t understand –’
‘Damn right I don’t. You made a deal and it’s quite obvious that you know nothing of use about Ethan Kinrade.’
To silence Dominic, who was evidently ready to protest, I surprised him – and indeed myself – by shifting forward and dropping my pussy onto his mouth. I reached out and gripped the bedposts for support, which allowed me to manoeuvre up or down and adjust the pressure and position of his tongue. I was burning up with desire and, as the warmth of his tongue collided with the pressure in my sex, I thought I would explode immediately.
To calm myself, I rode Dominic’s face in long, light strokes, barely allowing his outstretched tongue to dip between my lips. How he moaned each time my wetness left his face, as if he couldn’t bear being without the taste of me. Then I allowed him to beat against my clitoris and he brought me to within a breath of orgasm with the skill and speed of a hummingbird’s wing.
‘Stop.’ I was breathless. ‘Did I ask you to make me come yet?’ I reached behind my back and grabbed the thick girth of his cock, administering a sizeable squeeze to let him know I meant it. Dominic let out his loudest moan yet although I wasn’t sure if it was from pleasure or pain. With my face covered in a tangle of rain-wetted hair, I turned and immediately dropped my mouth to his groin. My breasts pressed against the soft covering of fuzz on his lower belly and I couldn’t help it that my buttocks rose into the air like a freshly cut peach that was too juicy by far for Dominic, even in his restrained position, to ignore. Like a mirror to my own actions on his
Was it really me that reached out and stroked him from the hair between the mounds of his pecs, across his warm belly and over the rigid contents of his boxers, finishing up with my fingers gently kneading the soft cushion of his balls? I loved the feeling of cotton covering its needy filling. So much of me wanted to dive right in there, pull off his underwear…
‘Oh no!’ I felt stupid, inexperienced and instantly wished I hadn’t said ‘oh no’. Dominic didn’t say anything because I think he already knew. He glanced over to the night-stand and winked at me and it wasn’t until I looked there that I realised what he meant.
I reached out and picked up the stainless steel scissors that were muddled amongst a book, a comb and other similar bedroom items. Dominic had anticipated my predicament, which was now going to be wicked fun rather than the nuisance of having to untie him again.
‘You’d better not move then,’ I said, dragging the cold metal of the closed blades across skin that fell away beneath his shorts. He twitched briefly but then arched his back and moaned as I daringly pushed my face into the cotton package and took a draught of his scent before administering a playful nip to his shaft. ‘You smell good,’ I said, brandishing the blades. ‘Hold still.’
I carefully cut into the cotton – how else was I going to get the things off? – and peeled away the cloth as I snipped. It was like my birthday as the beautiful gift inside was revealed. Dominic’s erection sprung free of the shorts and looked up at me with a glint in its eye. I held still and breathless, sitting astride his legs so that I’m sure he could see the beads of moisture escaping from between my thighs. I trailed the scissors up the gossamer skin of his shaft before teasing the paler dome at the top. Dominic’s head lunged from side to side and the tension on his wrists increased as he could barely stand the cold, light touch. I put the scissors back on the night-stand and leaned forward on my hands so that I was on all-fours above the poor, writhing gardener.
‘Do you make a habit of this?’ I asked sternly. ‘How many other young women have you tricked into nakedness?’
‘None, really. You don’t understand –’
‘Damn right I don’t. You made a deal and it’s quite obvious that you know nothing of use about Ethan Kinrade.’
To silence Dominic, who was evidently ready to protest, I surprised him – and indeed myself – by shifting forward and dropping my pussy onto his mouth. I reached out and gripped the bedposts for support, which allowed me to manoeuvre up or down and adjust the pressure and position of his tongue. I was burning up with desire and, as the warmth of his tongue collided with the pressure in my sex, I thought I would explode immediately.
To calm myself, I rode Dominic’s face in long, light strokes, barely allowing his outstretched tongue to dip between my lips. How he moaned each time my wetness left his face, as if he couldn’t bear being without the taste of me. Then I allowed him to beat against my clitoris and he brought me to within a breath of orgasm with the skill and speed of a hummingbird’s wing.
‘Stop.’ I was breathless. ‘Did I ask you to make me come yet?’ I reached behind my back and grabbed the thick girth of his cock, administering a sizeable squeeze to let him know I meant it. Dominic let out his loudest moan yet although I wasn’t sure if it was from pleasure or pain. With my face covered in a tangle of rain-wetted hair, I turned and immediately dropped my mouth to his groin. My breasts pressed against the soft covering of fuzz on his lower belly and I couldn’t help it that my buttocks rose into the air like a freshly cut peach that was too juicy by far for Dominic, even in his restrained position, to ignore. Like a mirror to my own actions on his
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