THEIR TIME

 His fingers moved over the smooth flesh of her body happily.  He had been waiting a long time to have his girl to himself, and he hated to be kept waiting.  The contrast between the delicateness of her skin and his rough palm mirrored the differences between the two of them perfectly.  Even the way her body responded to his touch was elegant.  Small trembles, light moans, goosebumps that would rise and fall like armies of tiny worshipers all offering themselves to his service.

Such a contrast to his dark needs.  He checked the binds that secured her to the bed.  It's thick wood and reinforced frame built specifically for his needs.  The chains always told the story of desire when they chimed out with the motions of his woman.   His eyes danced with fire when he lit the candle.  Letting it heat the was as he brushed the cool end along her inner thighs.  She bit her lip, stifling what would have been the first true unlady like moan to escape her lips all night.

The first heated drops of wax dripped down into a trail moving up her thigh.  Gasps escaped her clenched teeth and her back rose from the bed in a perfect arch.  THe chains pulled tight, their clinking filling the room as she struggled against them. He let a few more heated drops fall into the crease of the thigh, a breath from her thinly covered mound.  He could already see the moisture gathering there, turning the fabric dark where her lips pushed against it.

 The other leg went very much the same way.  Her body glowed in the light of the candle and he felt his cock firm with every sound the wax drew from those luscious lips.  They called to him and he lowered himself, slipping his tongue across them as her breath warmed his lips.  He pulled back as her own tongue pushed out to meet his.  Teasing her, not giving her that satisfaction just yet.

Setting the candle on the bedside, his fingers began exploring her again.  Kneading the flesh of her legs, tickling her sides in light caress, igniting her nerves as he rolled her covered nipples beneath his thumbs to feel them harden.  Her eyes caught sight of his growing bulge and she licked her lips.  Blushing bright red when she realized he had seen her.

He cupped her breast a bit more firmly now, fingers trapping her nipple between them as he held her still and brushed his fingers lightly along her covered lips.  The fabric was damp and warm, clinging to her every fold now as he teased his fingertips up and down their soft surface.  The clink of the chains spoke again as she pulled and groaned.

Their eyes met and locked together.  Both reflected the other's desire as he continued to explore her through the thin, wet silk of her teddy.  She dug her heels into the bed and pushed up, spreading farther for him, giving him access to her body. 

He found her hardening little button.  Her eyes closed, head whipped back as the sounds erupting from her throat made his cock swell and ache in his briefs.  That swollen bundle of nerves pushed back up against his fingers as he ground the back and forth across the wet silk covering.  Her breathing quickened with every tease, heart raced in response to every grind.

He brushed the hair from her face, stroking her cheek as he toyed with her.  He knew it was close.

Pushing the thin fabric to the side at last, he pushed his fingers along those damp inner folds until they were wrapped in warm, wet flesh that squeezed them tight like a vice.  She screamed out in ecstasy, calling out his name, wanting him not to stop, to give her more, faster, harder, whatever he wanted.

He bent down, kissing her neck as he worked his fingers against her inner walls.  Feeling them spasm around his digits and flood the bed with the first earned nectar of the night.  He held her, feeling her tremble and pant against him as she fought to regain her composure, just so he could ruin it again.



Story by: mystermitch resident
Photos by: mystermitch resident
Furniture used:  ::WS:: BDSM Bed
https://marketplace.secondlife.com/p/WS-BDSM-Bed-Mf/8540410