She tenses slightly, waiting in anticipation for the next, but his hands are wandering upwards again. Should she try to elicit a response again, she breathes in when she feels his presence at her side, ‘wait’ is all he says and she can almost hear her heart thudding with mounting pleasure.
His hands reach the top of her dress and quickly the zip is lowered, almost feverishly, as if he had forgotten his own admonishment to her; then his hands are on her skin, the warmth of it under his touch intoxicating, the smooth flesh waiting to be stroked. His hands wander, up and down, across the neckline and down to the hint of pantie just visible under the dress; leaning in he kisses her shoulders as he gently eases the fabric from them, it drops in sweet black curves from her and he catches it at her waistline. He places quick butterfly kisses across her shoulders and back, quickly working his way around her body, tasting her, teasing her, breathing her in till once again he stands before her where he releases his grip and the fabric falls to pool at her feet.
Stepping back he gazes at her stunning form, he reaches out to cup a breast, thumb stroking the slowly hardening nipple. Withdrawing he reaches for the bag behind him and removes a purple leather collar, showing it to her she nods slightly and lowers her head to allow him to fasten it around her neck, he takes this opportunity to remind her of the safe word they had agreed. Hooking his finger through the loop at the front he pulls her forwards slightly and plants a firm kiss on her lips, once again tongues explore each other as his hands roam over her breasts. Lightly he traces the line of her cleavage, circling under her breast before cupping it firmly and squeezing tight; a moan of pleasure escapes her, the flush of arousal spreading across her chest as he squeezes, moulds and massages those glorious mounds. Thumbs and fingers working lightly across her nipples till they stand firm, plump and aching for the warm enclosure of his mouth, slowly he begins to kiss his way down her neck over the collar, giving a tuck on the ring with his teeth, downwards he traces the lines of her clavicle as licks intersperse with the kisses, further down to the sweet deep valley of cleavage. Suddenly there it is, that firm rose hip of a nipple, pointing skywards, the areola flushed deep pink and luscious; sensing him near she arcs her back slightly, pushing out her breasts, wanting him to take them as her breaths come faster and shallower. His mouth envelops her, tongue rolling her firm bud, sucking as much flesh into his mouth as he can he frenchies that glorious mound. He hears her moan deeply and feels it through her flesh, withdrawing he forces the globes together in his hands, both nipples almost touching he once again delves into her flesh, tongue flicking lightly across her, the nipples harden further, protruding aching to be sucked once more.
She glances down at him, her breasts forced together, her nipples firm and flushed red, they ache so much, ‘Please’ she pleads and watches as his mouth closes tightly around her flesh, she yelps slightly as he nips at her flesh, taking a nipple between his teeth she can feel it rolled between them, the tongue lashing the sensitive tip before he nips down again. The slight pain is nectar to her and she can feel the moistness between her thighs increase once more and then he slips away again.
He can smell the musky scent of her and knows she is ready now for the next stage.
Once more he reaches into his bag of tricks, withdrawing a blindfold he watches her eyes widen with illicit pleasure as he slips it over her eyes and secures it snugly. Once more behind her he gently eases her over toward the sofa and carefully guides her as she bends over; taking her breasts he ensures that they are nicely spread over the arm, he tilts her head to the side so she can still breathe and speak. Then he takes her arms and places her hands in the small of her back; from the bag he takes a set of bracelets and she flinches slightly as he secures them around her wrists, ‘Do you want me to remove them?’ and she shakes her head in the negative unable to see but lips parted in anticipation as she moistens them with her tongue. She is before him now in prime position, the sofa arm slightly lower than her hips, due to the high heels, forces her ass up and out. Her backside beautifully framed by the lacy black knickers she still has on, her thighs clad in the hold ups form a wondrous line down to her shiny red high heels.
