Special

I tell her neck that I love her too. She tells the top of my head she’s loved me for months. The sheets are soaked in us. We are breathing together. Our sweat and breath and come and joy. We lay next to each other, her “wow” and “fuck” and groans are somewhere between loud thoughts and quiet whispers. I tie the long red strap wrapped around the bedpost to each of her wrists, our lips sliding over each other’s sweat and orgasm.

“I love it,” as I straddle her, her arms stretch over her head, I get harder, grip my hand in a fist around my cock. She moans at me, pleased, content, filthy. I inhale bunches of air all at once as she growls “yes! Fuck yes!” My cock rubs back and forth between her breasts, pulls the wetness from her neck, nipples and cheek, leaving her chest heaving and dry, save a thin trail of sweat from neck to stomach. She begs me and begs me and begs me, like a whimper, “all over me, all over me, I want you all over me.”

I crawl off of her and down and place my lips in half-moon curves over her clitoris. She shudders hard against me, her hips push off the bed and against me as my lips touch her, her body calming as my lips and tongue move and kiss and suck. Her spasms are the vocal, unintelligible language of pleasure and form themselves into “I’m going to, I’m going to, I’m going to...” loudly, then quieter until her words die into heavy breaths. She squirms and squeals as that trail of sweat makes its way slowly back up her body until it is just a small dot of perspiration at the base of her neck. As I lift my lips from her, she twists and pulls against the restraints around her wrists.

I kiss my way up her stomach, “ohpleaseohpleaseohplease” until my lips reach her ribs. My mouth moves quickly across her breasts, taking each nipple in turn like a question to be contemplated. My lips lift from her chest and move towards her mouth while my cock, covered in her wetness, slides deep inside her. I move my hips quickly at first, slowing as our kissing becomes more playful, teasing her with the tip of my cock as I kiss down her neck. I pull back with my hips and replace my cock with my fingers, two, and then one. I pull them from her, feel her wetness leave my fingers and slide off of her as I move around her pussy in wide circles.

I move to kneel along side her, testing the restraints on her wrists before untying them. I hand them to her and she sits up, then stands at the end of the bed. I slide my clothes back on clumsily, still laying on the bed before she says, “I want to see you naked too.” She bends over and pulls her underwear slowly up her legs and on. Her bra, a little black thing with pieces of red that imply talented hand-stitching, comes from the ground to her hand and is fastened. Her hands still hold the long red silk sash, “I want you tie me up,” she says, as she hides it behind her back, “I want tonight to be special.”