attention.
"Hmm?" He reluctantly turned his gaze from my girls to my face. The half-smile made a return. He looked happily distracted.
I gestured at my body. "Now what?" My relationship with Luca was turning out to be more fun than I expected. We had some very specific, very kinky fantasies that we wanted to play out and we'd agreed to do it together. That we were both learning the roles we wanted to play made it that much more endearing. We were in kinky sex kindergarten together.
"Right." He gathered himself and the change in posture was subtle and completely overwhelming. I wanted to please him very much. He set his mouth in a hard line, all hint of his smile gone. "Stand up straight, hands behind your back. Clasp them together."
I did as he directed and my chest jutted out even further. Moment of truth, my rack was awesome. It damn well should stop Luca mid-thought. To his credit, he held it together this time.
"Now, spread your legs."
I did as he requested but he shook his head. Apparently not wide enough. I shuffled a little farther.
"More." His voice took on a hard edge and I slid my feet apart until Luca nodded his satisfaction.
I was spread wide and not particularly stable, exposed, and unreasonably wet. I focused on breathing slow and even. It kept me from whimpering.
"Perfect." He stepped in close, his body crowding mine and the contact was delicious. I struggled to remain still. He hadn't expressly told me that I wasn't allowed to touch, but my hands were definitely restricted and any shift in my body weight could bring me crashing to the ground. If we decided to continue this relationship, I really needed to take some yoga classes or something to strengthen my core.
He held his mouth a whisper from mine, our lips touching but not really. He stayed there, inhaling and exhaling, hot and close and so still. I ran my tongue over my bottom lip and the tip barely grazed his. He moaned and rested his forehead against mine. Still, he didn't kiss me. God, I wanted him to. I wanted to feel his mouth, hot and greedy on mine, his tongue deep and possessive, tracing the contours of mine. My breath grew ragged and shallow. He still did not move.
"Mari," he whispered and I could hear the desperation in his voice.
He rested his palms gently against my shoulders, his touch so light it almost wasn't there, and caressed my neck. He increased the pressure incrementally until all I could feel was his thumbs pushing heavily against my throat. I pressed into him slightly and my vision blurred. With every beat of my heart, my pulse pounded in my veins and flooded me with arousal. He never moved and I was so turned on I couldn't think.
"God." His touch was gone and my blood rushed in my ears. Then, as quickly as his hands left my body, they returned. He teased his fingers over the length of my arms, ultimately reaching around to grip my hands. He gripped my wrists tightly and crushed my body to his. I gasped at the glorious feel of his skin against mine.
He kissed the sensitive skin behind my ear, then along the column of my throat, then licked over the spot where his thumb had been moments ago. He sucked and bit the flesh of my neck and my knees trembled. Luca's hands worked against mine, massaging my palms, my wrists, holding them firm. The cool slide of fabric as he tied them together surprised me. I'd been so distracted by his mouth at my throat, I had no idea where he'd gotten the fabric. His pocket, I guessed, but didn't really care.
In all the ways I imagined being tied up, standing ass naked in Luca's living room while he gave me a grade -A hickey was not on my list. I tugged against the bond and he cinched it tighter. My cunt throbbed. Yes, this would do nicely.
"Can you keep your legs spread or do I need to secure them as well?" Luca spoke into my neck, his lips pressed against the flesh, the words hot and so fucking sexy.
The image of me spread-eagle and tied to. . .what? What would Luca use to secure me? God
"Hmm?" He reluctantly turned his gaze from my girls to my face. The half-smile made a return. He looked happily distracted.
I gestured at my body. "Now what?" My relationship with Luca was turning out to be more fun than I expected. We had some very specific, very kinky fantasies that we wanted to play out and we'd agreed to do it together. That we were both learning the roles we wanted to play made it that much more endearing. We were in kinky sex kindergarten together.
"Right." He gathered himself and the change in posture was subtle and completely overwhelming. I wanted to please him very much. He set his mouth in a hard line, all hint of his smile gone. "Stand up straight, hands behind your back. Clasp them together."
I did as he directed and my chest jutted out even further. Moment of truth, my rack was awesome. It damn well should stop Luca mid-thought. To his credit, he held it together this time.
"Now, spread your legs."
I did as he requested but he shook his head. Apparently not wide enough. I shuffled a little farther.
"More." His voice took on a hard edge and I slid my feet apart until Luca nodded his satisfaction.
I was spread wide and not particularly stable, exposed, and unreasonably wet. I focused on breathing slow and even. It kept me from whimpering.
"Perfect." He stepped in close, his body crowding mine and the contact was delicious. I struggled to remain still. He hadn't expressly told me that I wasn't allowed to touch, but my hands were definitely restricted and any shift in my body weight could bring me crashing to the ground. If we decided to continue this relationship, I really needed to take some yoga classes or something to strengthen my core.
He held his mouth a whisper from mine, our lips touching but not really. He stayed there, inhaling and exhaling, hot and close and so still. I ran my tongue over my bottom lip and the tip barely grazed his. He moaned and rested his forehead against mine. Still, he didn't kiss me. God, I wanted him to. I wanted to feel his mouth, hot and greedy on mine, his tongue deep and possessive, tracing the contours of mine. My breath grew ragged and shallow. He still did not move.
"Mari," he whispered and I could hear the desperation in his voice.
He rested his palms gently against my shoulders, his touch so light it almost wasn't there, and caressed my neck. He increased the pressure incrementally until all I could feel was his thumbs pushing heavily against my throat. I pressed into him slightly and my vision blurred. With every beat of my heart, my pulse pounded in my veins and flooded me with arousal. He never moved and I was so turned on I couldn't think.
"God." His touch was gone and my blood rushed in my ears. Then, as quickly as his hands left my body, they returned. He teased his fingers over the length of my arms, ultimately reaching around to grip my hands. He gripped my wrists tightly and crushed my body to his. I gasped at the glorious feel of his skin against mine.
He kissed the sensitive skin behind my ear, then along the column of my throat, then licked over the spot where his thumb had been moments ago. He sucked and bit the flesh of my neck and my knees trembled. Luca's hands worked against mine, massaging my palms, my wrists, holding them firm. The cool slide of fabric as he tied them together surprised me. I'd been so distracted by his mouth at my throat, I had no idea where he'd gotten the fabric. His pocket, I guessed, but didn't really care.
In all the ways I imagined being tied up, standing ass naked in Luca's living room while he gave me a grade -A hickey was not on my list. I tugged against the bond and he cinched it tighter. My cunt throbbed. Yes, this would do nicely.
"Can you keep your legs spread or do I need to secure them as well?" Luca spoke into my neck, his lips pressed against the flesh, the words hot and so fucking sexy.
The image of me spread-eagle and tied to. . .what? What would Luca use to secure me? God
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