Supplicant

Kneeling on the bed, her forehead pressed to the cover, hands reaching straight above her, wrists caught and secured in soft silk, she tried to breath steadily. He’d lightly slapped her thighs apart, widely, and told her to stay in that position until he returned. Blinded by more silk, she could almost feel her heartbeat in her throat. Her legs trembled slightly and she fought the faint thread of fear than slid into the liquid lust pulsing through her veins. She felt so exposed, so vulnerable. In this position, he could do anything to her. His mouth, fingers, cock, had easy access to her core, her silken entrance, her clitoris, her ass. He could please or punish her as he chose and the knowledge made her quiver and pant.

She thought she heard him reenter the room but couldn’t be sure until she felt his tongue flick against her clit, his nose pressing into her. Gripping her hips, he moved his mouth and lips over her in exquisite torture, listening to her changing breathing pattern, relishing her gasps, her small cries, taking her higher and higher until he knew her peak was close and stopping.

The cool air replacing his lips had her pouting until she felt his hand connect sharply with her bottom and she sucked in air, moaning her exhale.

Laughing lightly, he warmed her ass steadily, stopping before doing too much damage, but not before he heard the desperate sound of her soft cries. Moving his mouth once more to her creaming core, he latched on to her and brought her almost immediately to ecstasy, holding her jerking body tightly before moving to a standing position and entering her fully, riding her aftershocks, milking her breasts. The feel of her silken heat tightening spastically around him, and her keening moans, took him over and his body began to ram in and out forcefully. Gripping her hips, he banged against her in an age old dance, the slapping, groaning, moaning, sounds emitting from both, adding to the excitement, the heat, the craze of passion. Slowing his pace with supreme effort, he reached dropped one hand from it’s nipple pinching to her clit and began to tease and massage the tiny nub with his gliding movements.

His thickness, his length moving deeply inside her, slow, sinuous, continuous, mingled with his talented fingers, and before she could breath the words, “I’m coming!” she tilted off the edge with a keening cry and pulsed tightly around him, nearly crying in pleasure. Dropping his hand, he moved both to her shoulders and began to fuck her fast and hard, climbing to his own release, and groaning loudly, as he slapped hard into her bouncing ass, over and over and over.

Moving her legs off the edge of the bed, he collapsed on her and breathed heavily into her neck, reaching up to release her hands and rub a soothing palm over her trembling form.

“God, I love you.”

Turning to snuggle into him, she pulled off the blindfold, and kissed him, softly, sweetly.

“I love you, more.” She whispered and then giggled at the responding swat. Burrowing her face into his neck, she nuzzled him and sighed deeply.

Where had he been all her life? Her last thought before falling alseep. Watching her fall, he smiled. Content. Where had she been all his life?