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mynewplaceThanks to Phabala for granting me permission to share her lovely smut, which sparked such lovely imagination! Intended to follow "An Innocent Man" as a continuation of that evening.
"Get upstairs."
Blue-green eyes widened at his tone, blinked once, twice, and she rose from his lap. An impassive expression passed over his face, and she shivered slightly. But she didn’t dare hope. It was too out of character.
She turned and walked up the stairs, Ming racing to the top to rub against the edge of the wall. She heard him follow her, several steps behind. He’d paused, but why? Her mind swept the living room, wondering what he could have found that he felt he needed to bring along. She would see soon enough.
Her bedroom was large, and a little cluttered. The primary piece of furniture an old fashioned poster bed, aged cherry, the bed her parents had slept in during their brief marriage over 40 years ago. The covers were bunched at the foot of the bed, pillows strewn across the top. She stopped at the foot, clutching the smooth ball atop one poster, her hands barely fitting around it. "This bed is weak." she fretted to herself. But he didn’t know that. He’d never been upstairs before.
He stood beside her and swept the comforter and top sheet into the floor, then did the same with the pillows. He glanced at her from the corner of his eye and smiled in spite of himself. She was staring at the things he’d laid on the mattress with a strange curiosity; the narrow phone cord, the thin, long leather strap from her black purse, and a scarf that had been hanging on the bedroom doorknob. Her eyes slowly raised to his face, and he quickly hid the smirk.
"Strip."
She gasped, and studied his face, trying to tell if he was serious. Deciding she didn’t really care if he was, because she wanted to see where this was going, she turned to face him, and slid butter-soft cotton shorts over her hips, allowing them to drop to the floor. Then she wrapped her arms around her waist and hitched up the spaghetti-tank, setting her breasts free in the cool air with a sigh. Her hair curled over one shoulder and he pushed it back, gliding his palm from her collarbone down over her breast, lifting it as he slid his thumb across her nipple. His smirk was again evident at the sight of the rosy-tan flesh twisting beneath this slight touch. He pinched her firmly and heard a quiet intake of breath which raised the breast in his hand. He walked around her to the window and opened it slightly, and a breeze followed him back across the room. He stopped and whispered into her ear that the open window would ensure her skin continued to respond so delightfully, and she shivered.
He stopped again in front of her and waited until she met his gaze. He loved the color of her eyes, wanted to tell her so, but held his tongue. He allowed himself two words instead.
"Show me."
She blinked at him, drawing herself up, realizing immediately what he wanted. She hoped for some reassurance that she would not be left hanging again. She searched his face, but there was nothing. Nothing but a strange humor in his glance that was quickly fading with every moment that passed while she didn’t obey.
She dropped to her knees and made quick work of belt and trousers, gently releasing his cock before she slid his boxers over his ass, pulling his pants to the floor. Her hands caressed the back of his thighs, sliding up over the roundness that made her smile when she spotted him walking down the hall at the office. Her fingers flexed into the flesh as she teased the head of his dick with her tongue, feeling the muscles play beneath the silky skin in response to that gentle touch. She tasted his entire length with one long stroke before wetting her lips, parting them to take him in, pulling his hips slightly forward as she leaned toward him, watching his face. His own lips parted as he watched and his quick gasping breath spoke volumes. She closed her eyes and concentrated on the flesh filling her mouth, wrapping her tongue around one way then the other, relishing the sensation of the heavy head against the back of her throat, the base of her tongue, swallowing instinctively as his cock jerked in response to every stroke. She felt her pussy start to clench as he gripped her hair, and her hands were grasping the fullness of his hips, his ass, pulling him in as her curls brushed against his stomach. He was fighting the urge to thrust, thought it was plain he wanted to and she was amazed that he could maintain such control. This aggressive persona he had assumed was such an anathema that she wondered if he’d been spying on her somehow, anticipating her deepest desires.
The skin of his cock was stretched taut as it strained toward the warmth it craved. She was pressing her heel against her cunt to try and ease the pounding while each change in tactic elicited a new response, his hand tightening against her scalp, or a quiet groan easing from him. She watched as his eyes closed, but was still caught off guard at the first spurt of hot liquid when he finally thrust into her mouth with a grunt. She swallowed it all, gagging only slightly at the sheer volume and razed his ass with her nails. He pulled her head back to force her face upward and gazed down at her wet panting lips.
"Get up here." He gave a brief incline of his head to the bed. She stood, her legs shaking from the edge of her own orgasm and sat on the edge of the mattress, watching him. He stepped out of his pants, kicking them to one side and pulled his shirt off. Her hand unconsciously lifted to touch his stomach and he stepped back, out of reach. Her shoulders sagged and she raised her face to his, a stoic calm in her eyes as she waited. He took the purse strap and gathered her hands in his, holding them before her and wrapping it around her wrists, tying it gently and nudging her shoulder with his hand. She scooted back across the bed and he walked around to the other side, pulled her onto her back then lifted her tied wrists over her head and secured them to the far upper bedpost. There were a million questions in her eyes until he closed them and wrapped the scarf around her head, securing it. A gasp of pure surprise escaped - she never hoped he’d go through with the entire thing.
She heard his feet padding against the hard floor and she felt him tie an ankle to each lower bedpost. She was short enough that it caused no awkward bend in her back, she was just firmly restrained, and her cunt was responding to the idea already. She could feel the muscles between her thighs drawing up, and she heard a low chuckle that seemed to be in response. She heard water run in the bathroom, then his footsteps returned. His weight lowered the bed and her thighs tensed in anticipation, but she felt his mouth close over a nipple instead. His finger traced down the center of her abdomen, around her navel, following the ring of flowers, and disappeared again. The drips of water came several long seconds later, over the other nipple, tickling as they raced over the side of her breast to meet beneath her on the sheet. A violent shiver passed through her when more cool water drizzled across her pelvic bone, followed by his hot tongue, his face pressing against her, his beard and moustache scraping tender flesh.
She felt his face against the back of her knee as he bit the flesh of her thigh just above the crease, and she gasped and shuddered while her pussy reacted almost aggressively, her Kegels clenching against nothing. He laughed and she felt the vibration while his weight on the bed shifted, then his cheeks were brushing against her inner thighs and his mouth pressed against the lips of her pussy in a hot kiss. He released the water he held in his mouth as his tongue traced from her wet hole to swollen hood, her ass growing wet from the trickle of warmth. Hot snaking flesh penetrated her lust-thickened lower lips, searching for more wetness before he swallowed. Her ankles chafed as the muscles in her legs fought her bonds, trying to raise her cunt to his mouth, her body betraying her, begging for more. Gasps were pulled from her, almost against her will as her thighs flexed, straining to be devoured. The friction from his beard against her ass contrasted sharply with the silky dampness of his mouth pressed against her cunt. Hot juice flowed so freely from her pussy that she turned her head, briefly feeling a shame wash over her at her body’s severe response. His fingers dug into her hips, pulling her closer as he tasted her, moaning "Oh GOD yes" while his tongue pressed more boldly, deeper inside. With a growl rumbling from deep inside his chest he pulled her thighs further apart, sucking against her clit before fucking her again with his thick tongue. His intensity pushed every shame from her mind and her body gave in, her muscles turning to water as they contracted and released from her core outward, shockwaves traveling through her arms and legs while her back stiffened, arching to thrust against him, grinding her clit against the roughness of his moustache, fucking his face until a scream burst from her, primal and hoarse. Silver lights swirled against the blackness of her eyelids until there was nothing but the blood pounding in her ears and a muttered "Holy FUCK woman!" from miles away.
She opened her eyes several minutes later, surprised that she could see, and testing her legs, felt no cord around them. She smiled at the feel of warm damp kisses being planted between her breasts and up her neck, and she turned her face toward him, catching his eye before she pressed her lips to his. She tasted herself on his tongue as she traced it with her own, spicy-sweet and slightly vanilla. Her eyes opened slowly, blue-green hidden beneath lids heavy with satiated lust, and she gave him a drowsy smile. He released her hands, and she rubbed her wrists, then lowered one small palm to stroke his face, slipping back past his ear into his hair. She pressed her fingertips against his scalp, easing him forward to kiss him once more before wrapping her arms around his neck and burying her face beneath his jaw to nibble on the tender flesh of his throat.
"Mmmmmmmmm. Flying swans."
His chuckle sent a tingle through her as her nipples hardened against his chest, and she wriggled against him. A heavy hand slid down her hip and pulled her closer, sliding his arm around her waist with a sigh."So, if I were to ask if you wanted to continue, perhaps more along the lines of that story you sent me, would that be a yes?" The sonorous tone of his voice made her mind blank briefly, and she had to think twice about what he said. That dry acerbic manner never failed to make her grin. She bit his ear and nodded vigorously.
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Date: 2004-11-04 08:54 am (UTC)Thank you?
Date: 2004-11-04 09:54 am (UTC)Re: Thank you?
Date: 2004-11-04 10:19 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2004-11-05 10:51 am (UTC)Keep that boy!
*headdesk*
Date: 2004-11-05 12:18 pm (UTC)Re: *headdesk*
Date: 2004-11-05 12:24 pm (UTC)Define borrowed?
Re: *headdesk*
Date: 2004-11-05 12:51 pm (UTC)Has a girlfriend who doesn't know? (see Office Torture) >:-(
Re: *headdesk*
Date: 2004-11-05 01:00 pm (UTC)And why is he straying then? Good reasons or bad ones?
Re: *headdesk*
Date: 2004-11-05 01:15 pm (UTC)Re: *headdesk*
Date: 2004-11-05 01:22 pm (UTC)But I've come to accept that in many ways the male mind is as impossible to understand as the female mind.
Re: *headdesk*
Date: 2004-11-05 03:06 pm (UTC)Blabbering...
Date: 2004-11-05 10:39 pm (UTC)Re: Blabbering...
Date: 2004-11-06 03:54 am (UTC)Oh and thanks. Hot is definitely what I was striving for here.
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Date: 2004-11-06 07:43 am (UTC)Wet Kisses
Me
*siiiiigh* indeed
Date: 2004-11-06 08:27 am (UTC)Re: *siiiiigh* indeed
Date: 2004-11-07 01:05 pm (UTC)Love
Me
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Date: 2004-11-10 03:43 pm (UTC)OK I can't lower my chair any more.. hum..
*writhing around*