I hadn’t seen Laura in over a month; finals took care of her for a few
weeks and then she spent Christmas break on a cruise with her parents.
Needless to say, I was pretty excited the day she came back to town.
The apartment buzzer rang; I hit the button, and a grin stole across my
face. I opened the door, and there she was. You know that moment when
someone you love walks into the room, and suddenly you forget how to
breathe? I had that moment. I’d forgotten how beautiful she was when
she smiled.
“Hi,” she said. My response was lost as I pulled her to me and kissed
her the way I wanted to for the last four weeks. Eventually I came up
for air. And to see her smile again.
“Glad to see me?”
“Yeah I am. Glad to be back?”
She took her coat off, handed it to me, and started untying her shoes. I
know she said something in response, but I missed it; I was just so
happy to see her.
Barefooted, she stepped close to me and wrapped her arms around me. “I
missed you,” she said, coming up on her toes. Recognizing my cue, I
kissed her again.
There would be talking; we had a month to catch up on, after all.
Stories to share, and pictures to show. But that would come later; now
we had other concerns. We made it down the hallway to my room without
our mouths separating. Pivoting, I gave her a gentle push; she fell
onto my bed and a grin split her face.
“Stay there a second,” I told her. I flipped the light switch and turned
on a CD; soft lighting and music filled the room. Closing the door –
just in case my roommate made an early return – I turned back to my
lady on my bed.
She was standing when I turned and had already begun undressing – man, I
loved her! – and I quickly moved to assist. In less than a minute she
was nude, and shortly thereafter I was too. We grabbed each other and
reacquainted ourselves with each other’s bodies. Hands stroked and
caressed, feeling skin and hair, while our mouths shared breath and
moisture, sneaking away occasionally for a taste or kiss before
returning for the next breath.
I pressed her against the wall, my hardness finding the moisture between
her legs, and kissed her neck. She moaned and ran her fingers through
my hair. Lowering my hands past her waist, I grabbed her ass and lifted
her into the air, pinning her against the wall with my body. My cock
slid along her lips, thrusting slowly back and forth, as we both moaned
in beautiful harmony. Laura grabbed my head and pulled me in for our
deepest kiss yet as we both filled our hands with the others’ cheeks.
I lowered her to the ground; she continued the motion, sinking to her
knees and taking my erection into her mouth. Now the wall held me up as
I leaned over her and tried to remember how to continue breathing. Her
tongue circled my head, and I lost the fight as all the air in my body
escaped in a deep, throaty sigh.
“I have a present for you,” I said when my lungs had worked out the
oxygen issue.
Temporarily breaking her motion, she smiled up at me. “Oh? Where is it?”
Reluctantly I pulled away from her mouth and drew her to her feet.
“Lie down in bed and I’ll show you.”
Smiling, she lay across my bed and I followed her down. I kissed her
again to distract her and reached behind the mattress, pulling up the
rope I’d secured to the frame earlier. The rope was prepped, and before
she knew what was happening, her wrist was bound. She looked at her
hand with an exclamation of surprise, and I took advantage of the
moment to grab the other rope. In a matter of seconds both hands were secured;
she looked back and forth between them, grinning, before
looking down at me as I went for the ropes by her feet.
I gently tied the rope around her left foot and tightened it while her
right foot gently rubbed my sack. Taking hold of her ankle, I lifted
her foot to my lips, then bound it to the bed and stood up to admire my
work.
Spread-eagled, Laura smiled up at me and my heart melted. She had tanned
nicely on her cruise, with bright white tan lines showing in start
relief the areas I wanted to visit next. I knelt back down and slowly
made my way up her legs, kissing and caressing her right one until I
reached her hip. Slowly I moved my face to her crotch, looked up at
her, and let her feel my breath on her wetness. Suddenly, I pulled back
to her other ankle and repeated my journey. This time I continued past
her hips, across her stomach, between her breasts, up her neck, and to
her ear. She turned her face towards me and we kissed, tongues dueling.
I pulled back, and she strained forward, maintaining contact as long as
possible.
Teasing was wearing thin; I headed back to her groin, intending to make
her howl.
song. Shallow, breathy moaning greeted me as my tongue made gradually
longer and harder motions. Soon I was licking her entire length,
flattening my tongue against her clit to maximize the contact. The
moaning increased as I licked a finger, inserted it, and started
licking her clit again. I used her moisture to lubricate a second
finger and slid that in beside the first. Curling them upwards, I found
her G-spot and intensified the attention on her clit. Her moans quickly
blended into one prolonged, modulating tone, stopping only long enough
to re-inflate her lungs as needed.
My greatest gift is stamina; once I found a comfortable position my
tongue and hand could keep going for hours – and had on occasion, but
that’s another story. Laura strained against the ropes as pleasure
overloaded her brain. I had used carabineer to rig up simple pulleys
under the bed, connecting her hands to her feet. Moving her arms pulled
her legs tighter, fighting against their thrashing for control of the
ropes. I kept licking her, stopping occasionally to suck her clit into
my mouth and bite gently, which made her scream. Her legs locked
against the bed, muscles taut, and she went completely still. Then
began to vibrate. Then scream. Her walls clenched against my fingers,
and her body shook, straining the ropes to their extreme.
Pressing firmly against her G-spot, I licked gently as she continued to
thrash and moan, switching to gentle kisses as the tremors subsided and
her yells turned to panting. As her breathing slowed, I crawled back up
the bed and kissed her mouth. She licked at my lips, enjoying the
taste, and grinned at me in a way that promised retribution. We lay
there for a few minutes, with me caressing and kissing her as the
aftershocks died away.
“Ready for the next part?”
“There’s more?” The expression on her face was a perfect mix of
delighted anticipation and fear.
“Stay put; I’ll be right back.”
I stood up and left the room, leaving the door open – I wanted her to
hear everything. Walking slowly, deliberately, and loudly, I went into
the kitchen and opened the freezer. She screamed when she heard the ice
cubes crack free from the tray. Putting a few in a glass, I closed the
freezer, grabbed a towel, and headed back. Her eyes never left the
glass as I sat on the bed next to her. Leaning forward, I kissed her
deeply. As she got deeper into the kiss, I pressed the glass against
her side and she screamed into my mouth. I gently rubbed the glass
along her side, following her curves like snow covering the ski slope,
as she did everything in her power to pull away from the cruel, cold
assailant. Removing the glass, my mouth and hand warmed her flesh. She
pressed against me as the warmth entered her, moaning until the glass
found her stomach. She dug deeper into the mattress, trying to escape
as the glass made its way to her chest and began chilling her breasts.
I couldn’t focus on either breast too long, as paying so much attention
to one made me want to suck on it. Switch back and forth until both
breasts were cold beyond my ability to warm them, I kissed Laura’s lips
and put the glass between her legs. She let loose her loudest scream
yet – the neighbors would be talking to me about that one – and I knew
the game was over.
The glass went to the night stand, my hands went behind her back, and my
mouth went to hers. I kissed and held her until she was warm and
writhing again, then returned to her feet and loosened the ropes.
Pulling her hips towards me, her ass was hanging just over the edge of
the mattress; just where I wanted it. I put her ankles on my shoulders,
lifted her slightly, and entered her soaked and burning pussy. We both
screamed as I stroked in and out; the position put an excellent amount
of pressure on the top of her canal, and tightened the skin on my cock
tight as it pressed against her. I knew I wouldn’t last long, but then
neither would she. It was a race to finish second as we both groaned
through the final few strokes. She went first, and the flood of
moisture and softness as her vaginal muscles slackened and swelled set
me off as well. I pressed deeper into her and cried to the heavens as I
shot deep into her body.
Drained, I collapsed on the bed next to her. She smiled and kissed the
top of my head, a gentle reminder, and I mustered enough energy to undo
the knots – god bless quick-release knots! She massaged her wrists and
then we were holding each other, warm and comfortable under the
blankets.
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