A Matter of Trust

A Matter of Trust
by vic450 ©

This is a story inspired by a female fan. It started out as a tissue tease, but the more I wrote and thought about it, the longer it got. It took me a few days to figure out some logistics and how the characters should react, but I finally did it. So, it has become (in the sense of all my other writings) a full fledged story.

I hope you all enjoy it. I look forward to reading your feedback!

Vic

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She laughs at his frown as they walk through the door. She turns towards him as he closed the door behind them.

"What's wrong, honey?" she asks him, smiling sweetly.

He smirks and replies, "You've been very naughty."

"Oh what ever do you mean, sir?" she asks innocently.

His frown wavers as it follows with a chuckle.

"You know darn well what I mean."

He leans in and kisses her. He feels her arms wrapping about him as his lips press firmly against her lips. His back now leans against the door. His eyes close as their kiss continues. He hears an audible click as the lock on the door is turned.

She could feel him leaning in before she saw him leaning in. She knew him well. She knows what makes him happy. Knows what makes him sad. Oh and she definitely knows what makes him horny. Maybe it was the little devil in her, but she also loves to keep him teased. The longer she teases, the better. She smiles inwardly as he leans towards her, kissing her. Her lips return the kiss, equally passionate. Her mouth opens, knowing his tongue would soon follow.

He turns his head slightly as they kiss. His tongue moves into her mouth with ease. He hears her moan as his tongue touches her tongue lightly. His passion on fire, lit by her teases throughout the evening. He is more than glad that they are home. Not sure if he could take any more of her public teasing. He had suggested they retire back home. He was so relieved when she agreed. All the way home, she continued to tease him in one form or another. He knows she had been doing it on purpose. He had noticed it after dinner. The way she looked at him or touched him. She knows where to touch him, nothing obvious as his cock. But a well placed kiss to his neck. Or the tone in which she spoke when discussing what they would like to do for the rest of the evening. Then there was the way she stroked his arm or touched his leg. He would have missed it were it not for his body telling him his current situation, uncomfortable arousal.

She is not sure how it came about. Maybe it has been building up the last couple of weeks. They haven't seen one another over the last few weeks for various reasons. Mostly it was because of work or work related obligations. Maybe it's her subconscious telling her something; she laughs to herself on their way home. If it was not for the phone calls late at night or the notes sent to each other over the computer, she is sure she would have grabbed him in the restaurant, throwing him on the table to have right there. It feels like an eternity since she's kissed him or touched him, let alone sees him. As the evening progressed, everything felt 'right'. She was sending him signals. She had often laughed that he called these 'signals' teases.

Now, here they are, standing against the door. She could feel that his body had received her signals. It is obvious in the way his hardness press against his pants. And through his pants, she can feel him, consciously or unconsciously, grinding himself against her.

He loves the feel of her body pressing against his. His arms move up to wrap about her as he pulls her closer. All the while, their lips continued to kiss. He moans slightly as her lips move about his tongue, only letting him move but not letting him out. He also feels her hands move down his back and up his sides, stroking him.

She smiles inwardly again as her mouth pulls at his tongue. She slides her tongue tip against his tongue, feeling his body react with a slight shiver. She almost laughs as her hands move down his sides and reaches behind him to grab his ass. She moves her hips forward, anticipating his body's reaction. She feels his hardness press against her.

He hears himself moan again as her hands grab his ass. He feels her grind against him, against his hardness as his body moves his hips forward. He feels her hands release him and move back up his sides. His tongue moves along her tongue, hoping to lure her tongue into his mouth. But to his frustration, her tongue does not follow along and move into his mouth. He feels her hands moving towards his chest. He subconsciously follows the movements of her hands but his concentration focuses on her lips pressing so nicely against his lips and her hips and body leaning so pleasurably against his body. His back is firmly leaning against the door as her hands reach his chest. He feels her hands firmly press against his chest.

She presses her hands against his chest, allowing her to push away from their kiss. She smiles at his expression.

"Honey, I'm thirsty," she says as she turns around.

Taking a step towards the living room, she turns and looks over her shoulder, saying with an innocent smile, "Mind getting me some juice while I change into something more comfortable?"

"Tease!" is his first reply.

His second is a quick slap on her ass.

She skips forward as his hand smacks her ass. She exclaims a quick 'Ooo!' and laughs, continuing on her path towards the living room then making a quick left into the bedroom.

He watches her walk off, a grin on his face. He stares at her ass as she walks into the living room. It was as if she knew he was staring at her. He sees her turn her head again and look at him. He automatically lifts his hand and waves to her. He sees her smile and makes a left turn towards the bedroom. He slaps his own forehead realizing he had just waved to her. Shrugging to himself, he turns left and walks into the kitchen.

He takes a couple of glasses out of the cupboard and puts them on the counter. Opening the fridge, he looks inside. Seeing a selection, he pulls away from the fridge.

"Honey! What kind of juice do you want?" he yells out.

"Anything!" she says.

Then she asks, "Wait, do we have anything with passion fruit?"

"Nice," he says to himself.

Looking in the fridge, he picks out something with passion fruit in it. Puts the container on the counter. As he opens the fridge to take out the tray of ice, he wonders to himself why she is teasing him so much. It is not that he didn't like it, but she seems to keep him teased. He wonders how much more she's going to tease him before offering him more. Shrugging to himself, he drops a couple of ice cubes into each cup.

She walks over to the closet and takes out a tank top and silk-like bottoms. They're her pajamas but he's seen them on more than one occasion. Plus, she figures that they're in for the evening. Might as well get comfortable. She kicks off her shoes as she unbuttons her pants. She pulls her pants down and sits on the bed. She unbuttons her blouse and slips out of it. She quickly proceeds to undo her bra.

He grins to himself as he thinks of ways to get even. He finishes pouring the juice into the glasses and quickly puts the container back into the fridge. He grabs a glass and walks out into the living room. Seeing that she isn't there, he walks over and places the glass on a coaster. He sits down and patiently waits for her to return.

She pulls on her tank top and walks out to the living room. She sees him sitting there and a single glass on the coffee table. She looks at him questioningly.

"Only one glass?" she asks.

Smiling, he answers, "Well, I thought we could share. Being that I'm not that thirsty and all."

Shrugging, she walks over to him and sits beside him. As she starts to reach for the glass, she hears him say.

"No no, relax, dear." he says, "Let me help you with this."

He reaches over and picks up the glass. He moves the glass towards her.

"You're going to spill that on me, aren't you?" she asks suspiciously.

He laughs and shakes his head, "Now would I do that?"

"Other guys, no. You? A resounding yes."

His expression screws up into a mock hurt expression, "You wound me, lady."

She snorts.

"Really, let me help you with this." he said and reaches over with a glass.

She watches him as the glass approaches her lips. She leans her head forward a little and he tilts the glass slightly so that she could take a drink from it. She continues to watch him as he withdraws the glass.

"Now, did I pour it all over you?"

"No," she answers, "But that's because I'm watching you."

"Now why would I possibly want to pour this juice all over you? It will ruin the couch!"

She smirks, holds up her hand and ticks off a finger for every answer, "One, you want to get even. Two, you want to see me jump up and down. Three, you want to see me all wet. Four, you'd do anything to get me out of my clothes. Five."

"Stop!" he said, "I get the picture but I still say you're wrong."

She nods severely at him.

He chuckles and continues, "Okay, how about this. Close your eyes, keep your hand on my hand and I'll continue to help you with this drink. We'll call it a test of trust."

She continues to stare at him suspiciously.

He laughs and reaches over and takes her hand. He guides her hand onto his wrist.

"Now, if you think I am tilting the glass too far over -- you can push my hand away."

He smiles at her waiting for an answer. Seeing that none was coming, he leans over and lightly licks her lips. He tastes the juice on her lips and presses his lips against her lips once more and kisses her. After she responds, he pulls away.

"Come on, close your eyes,” he urges her.

She takes a deep breath and releases it. She closes her eyes. As she feels his hand moving forward, she opens her eyes and looks at him.

"Don't try anything funny."

Shaking his head, "I wouldn't do that, dear."

She glares at him as he chuckles. She closes her eyes once more. She feels his hand move forward. The cool glass touches her bottom lip. She opens her mouth slightly as he tilts the glass. The juice moves onto her lower lip as it slips into her mouth. The juice is nice and cold and she takes a mouth full. She leans forward as he pulls away the glass.

"See? That wasn't so bad,” he says to her, "The big mean man didn't pour juice all over you, now did he?"

She opens one eye and looks at him.

He laughs, "More?"

She shrugs to herself and closes her eye.

Taking her non-verbal reply as a reply, he tilts the glass once more against her lower lip. He watches as the liquid pours into her mouth. The juice fills her mouth and he pulls the glass away from her lip. He watches as she closes her mouth. A single drop spills from her lips and trails down the corner of her mouth towards her jaw. He leans in and kisses the head of that drop. His mouth takes the juice in and he follows the path of the juice. He moves up her jaw to the corner of her mouth. His lips touch her lips. He sucks gently on her lips to take the juice. His lips reach her lips and he presses them against her.

She could almost picture the drop of juice spilling from her lips. She didn't swallow the juice; she waited for him to kiss her on the lips. Her mouth opens slightly as his lips matched her. She slides her juice soaked tongue into his mouth and she feels him respond by closing his lips around her. She feels him slowly sucking on her tongue. After a moment, she pulls her tongue back into her mouth and squeezes her mouth. Some juice spills out of her mouth into his mouth.

He was shocked at first, feeling the juice pouring into his mouth from her. Realizing it was the juice, he slowly swallowed. He continued to kiss her for a while more and pulls back.

She opens her eyes as she feels him pulling away. She looks at him as he smiles at her.

"I think that was a successful test,” he said.

"Now are you going to pour that juice onto me?"

He laughs and says, "No. I wouldn't."

After a pause, he looks at her and asks, "Unless you want me to?"

She chuckles as she pushes his hand away when she feels him moving the glass towards her.

"I see you still don't trust me," he says smiling at her.

"Oh, I trust you. It's just with certain things that I don't trust you with," she replies.

Raising an eyebrow, he asks, "Oh? Like what things?"

"Little things like that," she answers as she points over at the glass of juice in his hand.

"And things that concern this," she continues her reply as she reaches over and pats his crotch.

She was somewhat surprised to find that he was still aroused. She pulls her hand away before she is tempted to do something more. She pulls her eyes away from his crotch and looks directly at his questioning face.

She stammers slightly and finishes, "Especially when it doesn't get its way."

"Oh, I get it!" he laughs, "You don't think I can control myself."

She smiles and winks at him, "You said it, not me."

With his free hand, he grabs a hold of her wrist. And pulls her up off the couch, he takes her towards the bedroom.

"See?" she states, "Where are you taking me?"

He looks over his shoulder at her and says, "Well, we're going to continue this game of trust in the bedroom. I'll prove to you I have everything under control."

She laughs, but follows him into the bedroom.

He walks her over to the edge of the bed. He bends over the nightstand and puts the glass of juice onto a coaster. He places both hands on her shoulders and gently pushes her down on the bed.

"Wait right there." he says as he turns towards the closet.

She sits patiently waiting for him. She looks over her shoulder at him, as he seems to be rummaging for something.

"Honey, where do you keep those scarves?" he asks from the closet.

She rolls her eyes and says, "On the left side."

"Where? I don't.. Oh! Got it."

She watches him as he walks out of the closet with a hanger full of her scarves.

"What are you going to do with those?" she asks, "You're not cold are you? You're going to wear them?"

He grins at her, "No no. It's for the trust game."

He pulls one scarf off the hanger.

"Careful with that!" she exclaims.

He chuckles and walks over to her. He holds a corner of the scarf in each hand and twirls them so the scarf becomes a band of material. He lowers it over her eyes and she pulls away.

"What *are* you doing?" she asks, slightly annoyed now.

"Well, I figured we can test your trust and our self control all in one shot." he said with a grin.

Not sure what he means, but still interested in what he is doing, she shrugs. She sees him lowering the scarf over her eyes. Then she feels him tie it around her head. It covers her eyes completely. She reaches out and touches his stomach then moves her hand up his body to his hand.

"Okay. I'm going to test your trust."

She nods.

"I promise not to stick my dick into you unless you tell me I can."

She laughs but nods. She is not sure he can do it. It has been a while for both of them. They haven't seen each other in a while so this might even be tough for her also. She knows that he'll give in first. She smiles to herself. She normally does not go for this kind of stuff but tonight she feels excited about it.

He leans in and kisses her lips lightly. He feels her respond but she doesn't push forward. He moves back and sees her lips in mid kiss. He picks up the glass of juice and places the glass against her lower lip.

She feels the glass against her lip again and she opens her mouth. She could feel him tilting the glass towards her. She feels the cool juice flowing again into her mouth. She drinks it, slowly. The ice cube hitting her lip startles her. It is cold against her. She pushed slightly forward and she could feel him tilting the glass back. She hears the ice cube hit the bottom of the glass.

She hears him putting the glass on the coaster again. She feels his fingers sliding lightly along her cheek. She tilts her head slightly against his fingers. She misses feeling him stroking her skin these past few weeks. She almost moans at his touch. With her mind's eye, she follows his fingers.

The backs of his fingers trail along her cheek. They move up towards her ear and just before touching her ear, they move down. Gliding lightly, touching softly against her skin, his fingers move down the side of her neck.

She feels his fingers moving slowly down her neck, it feels like tiny electricity sparking between his fingers and her neck. She grew excited. She is enjoying this. She continues to follow his fingers as he moves down from her neck. His fingers move down her shoulder until they reach the strap of her tank top. She almost sighs as he pulls his fingers off of her skin.

She feels his fingers touch the bottom of her tank top. She feels him lifting it.

"Raise your arms, dear," he whispers lightly.

She found herself obeying, lifting her arms as he pulls the tank top off of her. Once again, she sees him staring at her. She could almost feel his eyes staring at her breasts. She knows he wants to lean forward and just take her into his mouth. She bites her lower lip as she realizes she wants him to do just that. Almost sighing, she feels the cooler air touch her naked skin. She shivered as she felt his lips touch her neck. She feels his warm breathing trailing her skin as he moves his lips lightly along her neck down to her shoulder. She feels his hands moving between her arms and her body. She follows his lips instead of his hands then. She feels his lips moving down her shoulder towards her left breast.

His lips moves down her left breast and she feels herself pushing her chest forward slightly. Her nipples tingle. They tingle with the anticipation of the feel of his lips against them. She opens her mouth as his lips touches her nipple. Slowly at first, with his soft lips. Slowly squeezing her nipple then carefully she feels his lips close about her. She shuddered as she feels his mouth pulling her nipple. She feels her nipple harden in his mouth and against his soft lips. She reaches up with her hands and brushes her fingers into his hair.

He continues to suck on her nipple as he moves his hands from behind her and reaches up to take hold of her hands. He pulls her hands away from his hair as he gently licks the tip of her nipple with the tip of his tongue. He feels her shiver again. He guides her hands down to the bed and presses them against the bed.

She feels him pushing her hands against the bed and lifts his off her. She sighed as he releases her nipple. The cool air hitting her already hard nipple causes her to take in a quick breathe. She waits for him to touch her again. She feels her entire body tingling now. Anticipating, hoping for his lips to touch her. She did not wait long as his lips touched her right nipple. She heard herself moan as his lips closes around her nipple. Her nipple was hard before he touched this one. She pushed forward again, pressing her breast against his face. She feels him sucking against her nipple as she feels his fingers on the waist of her pants. She feels his fingers slip in under the front of her waistband. She feels him pull away from her nipple and again the cool air hits her wet nipple.

"Lean back," she heard him say.

She leans back and feels his fingers sliding deeper into her pants and panties to take hold of them. She feels him pulling and she lifts her ass up so he can pull the pants and panties down. She feels him sliding the clothes down to her ankles. She feels his hands on her ankles. She feels his hands gently slide over her feet to make sure she does not have any shoes on. His fingers moved lightly over her feet, caressing her. She pushes her feet against his hands as he slides his hands away from her feet; he pulls her pants and panties off of her ankles, one at a time. Then she feels his lips on her knees. Kissing one then the other.

"Sit up," she heard him say.

She obeys and sits up. She feels his mouth on her right nipple again, causing her to sigh with pleasure. She feels him sucking and letting go of her nipple. She moans then as she feels his teeth rake lightly across her nipple.

He pulls away from her nipple and places his hands on her arms.

She feels his lips on her once again. And again, she eagerly returns his kiss. Slowly their lips press against each other. Then their mouths opens and their tongue began exploring each other and each other’s mouths. She could feel his arm moving about her shoulder, holding her. She feels him pull away from their wonderful kiss.

"I want you to lift your legs up and lay down on the bed."

As he instructs her, he guides her with his hands. He feels more of her body weight pressing against his supporting arm. He watches as she presses her hands on the bed and turn slightly as she lifts her legs up from the floor onto the bed. As she leans back, his arm guides her back gently onto the bed.

She sees herself now, laying on her back naked on the bed. A blind fold over her eyes and the cool night air caressing her warm skin. She shivers slightly as he sits next to her on the bed. She feels him lean over and his lips touch her. She kisses him before he kisses her. She hears him moan slightly as he pulls away once more.

She hears him touch the glass of juice again by the way the ice is jiggling against the glass. She waited for him to put the glass to her lips. She is shocked to feel something cold against her lips. She opens her mouth and he slides the ice cube along her bottom lip.

He watches her as he runs the ice cube along her lip. He saw her move, startled at the coldness that touches her lips. He smiled to himself and looked down at the rest of her. He closed his eyes, recalling his promise to her. He looks back up as his finger moved the ice cube.

She feels the ice cube move from her lower lip down to her chin. She shivers against the coldness. Her body continues to tingle at his teasing. She feels him leaning over and kiss her cold lower lip. She returns the kiss as the ice cube moves down from her chin onto her neck. She gasps as he sucks on her cold lower lip as the ice cube moves down the front of her neck. His mouth releases her lower lip and moves down the trail of cold along her skin. She shivers at the feel of his hot mouth against the cold trail along her skin. She follows his lips as his lips follow the ice cube. The ice cube reaches the hollow of her throat and starts to move slowly towards her right breast. His lips moved slowly along, kissing and warming her skin.

She could feel herself arch her back as the ice cube moved along her right breast towards her nipple. She was getting very excited at the feel of the coldness against her skin followed by the warmth of his mouth. She 'watched' as the ice cube moves closer and closer to her nipple. She gasps as the ice cube touched her nipple. Her body shivers as he starts to circle her nipple with the ice cube. His mouth moves slowly along the trail, coming closer and closer to her nipple.

She feels the ice cube moving away from her now very cold nipple. She was hard and his mouth was moving towards her. The ice cube moves down the bottom of her right breast as his lips closes over her cold, hard nipple. She moans at the feel and pushes up against his face. The ice cube trails down towards her belly button. Slowly, his mouth sucks on her nipple. Pulling her in. Warming her with his lips and tongue. She sighs with relief as her nipple is warmed. She shivers again as his lips release her nipple and continues to trail the ice cube. Carefully following the wet trail, he moves his lips towards her belly button. The ice cube moves down from her belly button towards her bush. She could feel her hips moving, moving against the ice cube as it approached her. She could feel his tongue licking her cold belly button. She gasps as he stops moving the ice cube. She feels the coldness melting on her skin right above her bush. She 'sees' his lips moving down from her belly button towards the ice cube. She continues to follow his lips as he reaches the ice cube. Suddenly, the ice cube wasn't pressed against her skin. His lips were gone from her too.

She still feels her hips moving slightly. She could feel him shift along the bed down her side. She feels his hands on her legs, guiding them apart. She opens her mouth, waiting in anticipation.

She could feel him guiding her legs, bending her leg so that her feet were on the bed. She felt his lips then, wet against her inner thigh right above her knee. She feels him moving slowly along her inner thigh, lips trailing. Then she gasps and her hands shot right up to his head. She felt the coldness of the ice cube pressed against her inner thigh. His lips around the ice cube, the tip exposed. The warmth of his lips and the coldness of the ice cube send a tingling sensation up and down her body. Her hands lay on his head as his lips guided the ice cube along her inner thigh. Slowly he moves the ice cube, trailing up her hot skin. She shivers and moans at the feel of his lips and the cold ice cube against her inner thigh, moving up her upper inner thigh towards her pussy. Her hands seem to push as he moves closer to her pussy.

Slowly she feels less and less of the cold against her upper inner thigh. Then it was only his lips. As his lips move close to her pussy, he stops and pulls away. She feels his hands on her hands, pulling her off his head.

He guides her hands over her head and presses them against the pillow.

She feels him getting off the bed. She hears a rustling of material.

"Well, if you're going to insist on using your hands." he said.

She felt his hand touch her left wrist. She could feel the scarf around her wrist as he ties her to arm to the headboard. He didn't tie it tight, just firmly enough to remind her not to move. She could feel him do the same to her other wrist.

She imagined herself again. Naked on the bed, blindfolded. Her arms above her head tied to the bed. On her body, wet trails from a melting ice cube. She thought she must trust him to let him do this to her. Right? She is excited. Excited because she hears him coming back to the bed. Also excited because she cannot wait to see, or feel what is next.

She feels his hands on her, with a soft towel wiping the wetness of the ice cube from her skin. The towel moves from her neck down towards her breast. His lips touch her lips. Kissing once then moves smoothly and softly along her skin. The towel leading the way for his lips, leading a bit more firmly on her skin. She feels the heat of his face over her skin, so close and so far. The touch of his lips, barely touching and so softly kissing sends tiny sparks along her skin.

As the towel passes over her still wet nipple, she feels his fingers forming around her with the towel. He teases her nipple with the towel, squeezing and pinching a few times. As his lips lightly come upon her breast, the towel releases her nipple and moves down her breast following the trail of wetness.

She is only vaguely aware of the movement of the towel; her focus is on his lips so agonizingly slow in approaching her nipple. She feels the scarves that are tied around her wrists as she realizes that she had been involuntarily trying to touch his head, to guide him directly to her tingling nipple.

The towel moves down to her stomach as his lips lightly touch her nipple. Her hands still pull against the constraints of the scarves as she arches her back, trying to push her breast, her nipple harder against his lips. A sigh or moan escapes her lips; she cannot decide which, as his lips take in her nipple.

His lips press against her breast and nipple.

She arches her back again, this time at the pleasure of his lips squeezing her nipple.

His lips release her nipple but she can still feel the warmth of him near her skin. The towel now moves down between her legs. She moans at the feel of his hand and that of the towel moving down, stroking her. Her legs spread slightly allowing him more access to her. She feels her hips move in response to his hand moving down across her pussy. As her hips move up against his hand, she feels his tongue flick lightly over her nipple. Both sensations cause a gasp to escape her lips.

She feels his tongue tip, moving across her nipple. It sends a bolt of sensual electricity through her. She also feels the towel, rubbing, stroking downward across her clit and pussy. This sends another bolt up and down her body. She was not sure which to press against what. She pulls against the scarves again, hoping to pull more of him on top of her. She moans again as his hand moves up with the towel, up along her pussy and over her clit. She pushes her hips, moving herself, trying to get a rhythm going. His tongue moves across her hard nipple, sending more and more bolts through her.

His tongue flicks across her nipple once more and stops as his lips press against her breast, over her nipple. His hand presses the towel fully against her pussy. His only movement caused by the gently pushing of her hips.

She waits. She could feel his lips around her nipple. She can feel his hand pressing against her pussy through the towel. She waits still. She almost screamed as his teeth touched her nipple. She can feel his teeth gently raking her nipple. She can also feel his hand, or his fingers pressing against her pussy. She moves her hips, stroking herself with his fingers.

Slowly, she feels his lips now sucking her nipple. Every time his mouth pulls her nipple into him, his hands stroke down along her pussy. Her body trembles lightly at this with every stroke. Her mouth opens as her nipple enters, pulled by his mouth. His hand, moving the towel up and down her pussy.

The towel slides down across her pussy once more and moves across her thigh, following again, the wet trail left by the ice cube. His mouth pulls away from her hard nipple. She feels her body continue to move from the simultaneous sensations of his hot mouth and soft towel.

The towel finishes wiping down her thigh and lifts off her skin. She felt his lips kiss her breast beside her nipple once and pull away.

She waited again, listening for him. She realizes that her body was still moving slightly from his touch and her breathing is only now just slowing down. She turns her head at the direction of a draw opening and closing. She hears him approaching the bed and wonders what he is about to do. She feels his lips on her lips, kissing her once. Then a second time. She feels him pull away.

She feels something touch her nose. It was soft; it tickles her and itches her nose at the same time. It moves up from her nose to the bridge of her nose, and then slowly moves back down. She tries to imagine what it may be. It could be a tissue corner, but it feels too silky. It moves down her nose to her upper lip. It could also be the corner of a silk scarf, but it's too stiff for that.

She feels him running it across her lower lip. It moves slowly from left to right. Then it moves back across. Slowly, it runs back halfway across her lower lip and then down towards her chin. She feels more of it now and realizes it is a feather.

The feather moves down her chin, lightly running along her neck. She arches her back as the feather moves down her chest, carefully between her breasts. It moves around her right breast, trailing the feather's smooth silky fingers along her exposed underside of her breast. She hears herself moan, arching her back more. Her hands tied over her head and her arching back exposes more of the underside of her breasts. She feels the feather moving so slowly across the bottom of her breast. It causes an erotically electrical sensation to run up and down her spine coming directly from the feather through her skin. She moves her body to the left, trying to get more of the feather along her skin. But slowly, he moves the feather, coming from below and over the top of her breast. She waits as the feather circles around and moves down between her breasts again. This time, the feather moves along her left breast, touching lightly across the bottom of her left breast. She pulls at the scarves, wanting to guide his movements. She hears herself whisper something but does not know what she whispered. The feather moves slowly up the left breast around again. He teases her breasts this way, slowly a few more times. Then the feather moves down between her breasts, down past them towards her stomach.

The tiny feathery and silky fingers of the feather move along her skin and circle her belly button. It moves down further and she finds herself spreading her legs, waiting for it to touch her. She could feel him shift as the feather moves. She ignores his movements concentrating on the feather. It slides down past her belly button down across her bush. She could feel her hips moving slightly, moving against the feather. But the feather continues it's teasingly light touch across her skin. She trembles slightly as the tip of the feather touches her clit. It was so soft, she barely felt it. But her mind's eye followed the feather, imagining its movements with the feel of it across her skin. She pictures the feather running lightly around her clit the way it was moving. It's touch so lightly that when she did feel it around her clit, it was shockingly strong. Her body moves with the feather, moves as strongly as any tongue against her.

The feather moves around her clit once more then down. She could feel one of his hands on her leg, she wasn't sure when he placed it there but she noticed it now. The feather moves down along her pussy lip. Her body continues to move, the sensation of the feather still strong around her clit. Her head was pressed back against the pillow and her hands wrapped around the scarves that are tied around her wrists. She can feel her feet on the bed and her hips moving as the feather moves along her pussy lip. She follows it again with her mind as he runs the feather back up along her pussy lip. She gasps at the feel of it on her clit again. Slowly he circles her clit with the feather again. Then once more. Finally, he moves the feather down her pussy once more. Halfway down, the feather moves away from her pussy towards her left leg. The feather trails across the bridge between her pussy and leg. Lightly running, itching her skin. Then slowly he raked the silky fingers of the feather along her upper inner thigh. Moving slowly down.

As the feather reaches the inside of her left knee, she feels his lips on the inside of her right knee. Slowly she feels both the feather and his lips move up across her legs. His warm breath and soft lips moving up her inner thigh while the silky smooth fingers of the feather moves carefully up her left inner thigh. She opens her mouth again and a moan escapes. She was not sure which to follow, the feather or his lips. Both moved slowly across her skin. Both sent tiny sparks of sensual electricity along her skin up to her pussy. Closer they both move along her skin. As the feather reaches the bridge from her left leg to her pussy, his lips touched the right one. His mouth opens and closes about the bridge. She moans again feeling his hot wet mouth on her skin. She feels him sucking her, pulling against her skin as the feather continues across to her pussy. Lightly the feather moves up along her pussy lip then touches her clit. She moans again as she feels the feather circling lightly as his lips pull against the skin between her leg and pussy. The feather moves lightly around her clit causing her body to move harder. His lips pressing and pulling against her. She feels his tongue against her skin then, slowly flicking against her skin in his mouth.

"Please," she hears herself say.

The feather continues to circle her clit as his mouth continues to suck against the bridge between her leg and pussy. She pulls against the scarves but they won't come loose. Her head presses against her right arm as her hips push against him, trying to get his mouth to move or the feather to press harder against her.

After another minute or so, her body continues to move. She could hear herself saying 'please' again. She was not sure what she was asking but she knew she wanted to feel more. She gasps as he pulls his lips from her skin. The cool air hitting the wet spot. The feather continues to move around her clit. Her body, her hips continue to move. She feels his hand touch her ass. The feather circles once more and moves away from her clit.

Her body suddenly pushes up, thrusting her hips forward as she felt his lips on her pussy lips. If the scarves weren't around her wrists, she would have grabbed his head. But all she could do was pull on them. She could feel his lips kissing her pussy lips. Moving slowly up. Her body moves against his face. She enjoys the feel of a much firmer sensation against her. She waits as her body moves. She gasps and moans at the same time. His lips touches her clit, kisses it. Then surrounds it. She almost came, the sensation was so strong. She moves her hips harder against his lips. Hoping to cum. She feels his tongue tip moving across her clit. Her head tilts forward and her hands pulling against the scarves. She rocks her hips against him and against his tongue.

"No!" she heard herself scream as he pulls his lips and tongue off her.

Her body still moves vigorously against the remembered sensation of his touch.

"Not yet," she heard him say to her.

The feather moves up past her belly button. She feels him shifting below her. Her breathing still hard and her body still moving. She once again followed the feather moving up to her breast. She felt his lips on her skin above her belly button, moving and following the trail of the feather. Slowly the feather traced up to her left breast. The silky fingers of the feather move up to the underside of her breast and slowly around. His lips follow, moving lightly across her skin to the underside of her breast. She could feel the heat of his body over her as his lips move across the underside of her breast. She tries to push herself up to feel his body against her but he moves slightly, avoiding the touch.

The feather continues to move lightly around her breast and his lips follow close behind. The feather circles slowly down to her nipple. It rakes lightly across her nipple and she feels his tongue do the same. She shivers at the feel. It moves up away from her nipple, his lips once again following obediently along her skin. The feather moves up to her neck and she feel herself tilting her head back exposing more of her neck. The feather moves up to her chin and his lips lock around her chin, sucking once then releasing. The feather moves up to her lower lip and once again moves across it. Slowly from right to left. His lips touch her lower lip, following the feather and kisses across it.

She feels him then. His body over her. She feels his skin pressing against her skin, lying on top of her. She also felt his hardness against her, between her legs. The underside length of his cock laying over her pussy and clit. Her legs wraps around his legs as his lips press against her lips.

She did not feel the feather anymore, nor did she care about it. She felt him, his hardness pressing against her. Her body is tingling with pent up sexual tension. She could feel the release in the form of his throbbing against her. She knows that he cannot wait either. She feels her body moving against his hardness. The rough and silky feel of his cock against her pussy and clit is just about to push her over. She pulls against the scarves again, now annoyed that she is restrained. She wants to run her hands down his back, to grab his ass and thrust him into her. But no, she cannot touch him. She pulls herself with her legs, moving her hips against him.

She moans at his hardness, his throbbing against her clit. She kisses him harder as she feels his hands moving under her and around her. Her hips move, stroking herself against his cock. She hears him moan as she moves herself faster. Her body shakes as she rubs against his rough digit. She could feel him respond, his hips moving, stroking the underside of his cock against her pussy and clit. She feels his balls pressing against her pussy as she moves against him.

She feels his lips pull away from her lips as she continues to stroke herself against the underside of his cock. She moans again as his cock throbs and slides against her. She feels her wetness sliding across his cock and balls. She could feel herself moving faster against him.

"Not yet," she heard him say to her.

"No" she says as her legs grip his legs tighter, "So close."

Her body shakes, the electricity of the evening building up and the teasing all evening pushes against the dam of her orgasm. She could feel him trying to pull off but her legs wouldn't let him. She knew he was not trying very hard because his hips continue to move with her, against her. She starts to moan as her body moves harder, stroking harder against the underside of his cock. She heard him moan and it causes her to moan and thrust harder. She feels it coming as her body tensed. She pushes harder, thrusting her clit along his cock as she came. She could feel his lips pressing against her lips, as she was cumming. His cock stroking her pussy and clit. Her pussy sliding against his hardness, almost wrapping around him as she thrusts herself against it. Her clit on fire from sliding against his smooth and hard cock. Her mind was blank with pleasure as her body releases against his cock. She continues to thrust as her body began to relax from her orgasm. She was breathing hard but kissing him back nonetheless. Her legs relax and slide down the side of his legs.

She feels his lips moving from her lips. His lips move down her chin, back trailing the path of the feather along her neck down to her breast. She finds herself pulling against the scarves again as his lips touch the top of her breast. Slowly and gently his lips move along her skin, moving around and down the side of her breast and along the exposed skin of the bottom of her breast. His tongue moves out of his mouth and licks her there. Slowly and wetly across the bottom of her breast. As he moves near the other side of her breast, his tongue goes back into his mouth and his lips resume kissing. The wetness left behind becomes cool by the night air as his warm lips kiss towards the top of her breast. He moves his lips down her breast, directly towards her nipple.

She moans lightly as his lips touch her nipple. His lips squeeze her nipple. She arches her back to push her breast against his mouth. She feels him suck her nipple harder, pulling her against his tongue.

He releases her nipple and starts to kiss her breast again. He moves from below her nipple down towards the bottom of her breast. Slowly his lips move. Down past the wetness left behind by his tongue, kissing lightly across. His lips move across the skin of her stomach down over her belly button.

She feels him shift; his entire body slides down between her legs. His hard cock moves along her pussy, sliding down and away from her. She moans with pleasure at the feel of him moving along her pussy. She is still a little sensitive from the orgasm she just had. She feels his hands on her hips as his lips move past her belly button. Slowly his lips move, kissing and touching her skin through her bush.

His hands release her hips and slides down her legs. His fingers squeezing her inner thighs as his lips touch her clit. She moans and pushes her body up against his face. She feels his tongue slide across her clit causing her to moan again. Carefully his tongue flicks up across her clit. She moves with his tongue. Her body pushes forward as his tongue tip flicks up over her clit. Then her body pulls back as his tongue pulls back. She continues to move this way as his tongue flicks across her clit. She feels her next orgasm building with every flick of his tongue.

She feels his hands moving down under her leg to her ass. His fingers squeeze her as her body moves forward, his tongue flicks up over her. She moves a little faster as his tongue moves. Up - flick. Her hips thrust forward. Up - flick. Her hands pull against the scarves. Up - flick. His hands squeeze her as. She starts to moan continuously. Up - flick. His hot breathe washing across her pussy.

His tongue flicks once more and moves around her clit, sending another moan of pleasure from her mouth. She rolls her hips as his tongue rolls around her clit. Then his tongue slides down her pussy. She thrusts up, pushing herself against him. His tongue slides between her pussy lips. He pushes his tongue into her. Sliding as much as he could into her as his lips press against her pussy. He moans, as he tastes her. She moans as she feels him tasting her. Sliding his tongue out and then back in, he begins to move. His hands continue to squeeze her ass, causing her to move her hips forward against his face. She moves, rocking her hips and pushing her pussy against his face and onto his tongue.

She feels his tongue stroking her pussy, sliding in and out of her. She moves her right leg over his shoulder as his tongue slides faster in and out of her. She feels one hand move from her ass as his other continues to squeeze her. She pulls against the scarves forgetting she was still tied. She feels the urge to grab his head and push him harder against her pussy. Instead, she uses her right leg, pulling him -- urging him against her. She feels his fingers sliding under his tongue.

"Yes," she heard herself say.

His fingers slide into her as she thrusts forward. Both his fingers move deep into her as his tongue slides out. She moans as she feels his tongue move along her pussy as his fingers stroke her, deeper than his tongue. Stiffer than his tongue. She moves against his fingers, his tongue moves up and over her clit. She tilts her head back at the feel of his tongue sliding slowly over her clit. The sensation sends waves of pleasurable shock through her body.

She moans again as she pictures herself. Lying there, naked. A scarf over her eyes. Her arms over her head, wrists tied by silk scarves. Her legs spread. Her right leg over his shoulder while his fingers slide in and out of her. His tongue moving so slowly across her clit sending waves of pleasure with every movement across. She moans again and thrusts herself against his fingers.

His tongue moves up and down over her clit, slowly and firmly against her. His fingers sliding and thrusting into her wet pussy as her hips push forward onto his fingers. He feels her moving faster, more urgently. He pulls his lips away from her clit; his fingers continue to move in and out of her.

"Don't stop," she says to him.

"No, not yet." he replies.

She moans and groans with slight frustration. Her body continues to move against his fingers. But it was not enough. She moves herself trying to stroke his hand against her clit.

"I want to fuck you,” he says quietly.

"Yes." she replies.

"I want to feel your pussy surround and suck my cock."

"Yes, I want to fuck your cock with my pussy" she says urgently.

His fingers move harder against her as she moves against his fingers. He can feel her pussy gripping his fingers harder, squeezing him. He almost moans at the feel.

"I want to feel my hardness against your soft and silky pussy,” he says huskily.

"Put your cock in me." she said.

She feels almost sad as he pulls his fingers out of her. Her body continues to move as she spreads her legs. She feels him shifting between her legs. She can imagine him, kneeling there holding his hardness before him. She can see him leaning forward with his throbbing cock. She then feels his hardness against her. She moans as her body moves. The tip of his cock touches her clit. It moves up and down along her pussy.

She moans as he teases her with his cock head. She feels him sliding the tip down between her pussy lips but not letting her take him in as he wets himself with her juices. She feels him sliding it back up along her pussy and rests the head against her clit. She feels it, throbbing, almost thumping against her clit. Her clit throbs in time with his. His hot hardness feels different from the heat of her pussy and clit. She feels herself moving, trying to get him into her. She moans as she feels him throbbing.

"Please.." she says.

She feels it move again, it's head moving down across her pussy. She feels her pussy lips spread as the cock pushes in. She moans at the feel of his cock head in her entrance. She moves her hips trying to get more of him in. She only feels his cock head. She feels him leaning down over her as his cock slowly slides into her. She hears him moaning over her moan as his cock moves. Inch by inch, slowly and deeply into her. Her legs move up and wrap about his legs once more. She feels herself starting to move but he presses his cock in her, not moving.

She feels his lips against hers as she returns the kiss. Slowly he begins to move, his lips kissing her just as slowly. Moving out then slowly back in, sending shivers through both their bodies. In and out as their lips press against each other. Opening and closing. She moves her legs up his legs to wrap around his ass. She pulls him, forcing him to thrust deeper.

She moans as she feels all of him in her. She feels him beginning to move faster and she pulls him harder into her with her legs. In and out. She feels him shift slightly as he thrusts into her. She feels his hand on her wrist. His fingers move up the scarf and she feels her arm pull away. He continues to move his hand, moving and shifting the scarf. His fingers touch her fingers as they entwine. She realizes that he had wound the scarf around his hand because she feels the scarf against the palm of her hand. She feels him reach over to her other hand and do the same with that scarf. She continues to thrust against him as he thrusts into her. Her legs continue to push him into her. In and out, moving and sliding. She feels herself gripping his hard cock.

He guides her hands down to her shoulders, their fingers still entwined. He presses his hands against her hands onto the bed. His knees move up against the sides of her ass. He continues to move in and out of her as he pulls at her.

She feels herself being lifted off the bed. She continued to move against him, pulling his cock into her with her pussy and her legs. Her hands were being pulled forward as her body now sat upright. Her legs still wrapped around his hips as her body moves up and down his cock. She feels his lips against her lips. She kisses him as he also continues to move his hip and his cock against her. In and out. She feels him leaning back as she kisses him. She realizes what he is doing and unlocks her legs and pulls her feet back. As he continues to lean back, she feels her knees against the bed. She steadies herself on his hands as he pushes her up with his knees. As his back hits the bed, she feels herself come down hard on his cock. She moans at the same time he does but moves back up, not breaking their rhythm. In and out, his cock continues to move.

She shivers as she now imagines herself, naked straddling his cock. Her legs bent and against his body. Her hands against his hands, their fingers entwined. A blindfold tied around her eyes as she rides him. She pushes herself faster, feeling his body shake and her next orgasm building faster. She squeezes his cock harder with her pussy as she thrusts down on him. She hears him breathing harder and imagines the look on this face as he concentrates on not cumming. She smiles to herself knowing that he feels the same pleasure and that she will make him cum before she does. She leans forward to kiss him. She feels her lips touch his lower lip. Her hands now press against his onto the bed. She moves her hips, riding and thrusting against him.

She moans against his lower lip and she feels him thrust harder. She kisses the side of his face.

"Baby, you're going to make me cum hard." she whispers into his ear, "Cum with me."

His reply was a moan.

She could feel him thrusting harder and it feels like longer strokes. She moans at the feel of his body slapping up against her. She moves with him, her body thrusting down to meet his. She uses his hardness to stroke her pussy, stroking herself faster and harder.

"Cum for me baby," she whispers again.

He moans louder as he thrusts harder.

She feels it herself. The same tension builds and pushes against her, begging for release. The feeling starts to shake her body. She knows she cannot hold it back any longer.

"I'm going to cum." she whispers and squeezes his hands.

He squeezes back and starts to grunt. His body stiffly thrusts against her.

She feels his cock expand as his first wave of cum shoots into her. She was not sure if that was it or the fact that she told him to cum but she feels her own orgasm burst forth. She moans into his ear as she thrusts faster and harder. She pumps his cock with her pussy as her body shakes. Her entire body tenses and then releases as her orgasm flows out from her entire body onto his cock.

Her body slows down and she relaxes. She lays her head onto his shoulder while his cock starts to soften within her. She purrs quietly at the relaxing feel of her release. She feels his hands moving to release himself from the scarves. Then she blinks as he unties the blindfold.

She blinks and squints at the light. Then she looks into his eyes and smiles. She leans forward and kisses his lips.

He kisses her back and after a moment he pulls his lips away.

"Think I can control myself now?" he asks smiling.

She chuckles and kisses him once more. She reaches up with her hands and strokes his hair, her wrists still bound by the silk scarves.

"It's a matter of trust, baby,” she whispers into his mouth as they kiss.