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The Rapture
by Lady Cheeky (theladycheeky@gmail.com)
***
My Lover and I gently tease each other to a passionate
crescendo. (MF, rom)
***
I find you naked on the bed as I enter the room in my
pink slip. No covers. Sitting up. Waiting with a
devilish smile on your face.
"Looks like you have something on your mind" I say
with a smirk, swaying over to your side of the bed.
"I do." you answer, mirroring my taunting smile.
Climbing on top of you, balancing myself with my hands
on your shoulders, "Do you? And what would that be Mr.
Guerre?". Now straddling you we can speak face-to-
face. I can feel your excitement now and certainly you
can feel mine as both our sexes come in contact.
"Well..." you say, "first I begin with discovering
the best route from each side of your jaw..." Your
fingers find each mandible and begin to trace back and
forth. "...to that little well you keep at the bottom
of your neck..." your fingers begin to fall away,
slowly moving along the ridge of my mental foramen
descending to each Submaxillary Triangle and then meet
at the hyoid bone. Together again, your other fingers
join the fray. Your hands, so encompassing around my
little neck, begin their exploration of the rest of
the journey to your destination. Your thumbs now
joined side by side at my Thyroid Cartilage, the rest
of your fingers holding my teetering head in place.
You could end my life if you chose. Your hands are in
perfect position, my body relaxed, limp and guileless.
Somehow the deep-rooted instinct to tense in
preparation for such an attack has clenched my
buttocks much but not much else.
Your thumbs slow and loosen to a graze instead of a
drag as you approach your destination "Ah, and right
here my Lady... right here would be your Jugular
Notch, that little well above your clavicle. So
exposed... so sexy..." your head moves forward and
your lips just beat your thumbs to the target. A light
kiss signals that the expedition has reached its
zenith.
My head has thrown itself slightly back and off-center
during this trek and the skin on my neck, already
tingling with arousal is made even more sensitive by
the stretching of the skin. Your kisses are causing my
skin to shiver in slight trembling shudders. Your
mouth follows the path your fingers took earlier and
makes its way up my neck to my jaw. My head back on my
shoulders in its proper place I can now tilt it
expertly so you have clear access to my ear should you
decide..." Oh!" (you decided) you nip my ear. I smile.
My body is undulating on its own on your lap. I have
no control over the oscillation of my hips, nor the
molten juices depositing on your member. The right
strap of my slip has fallen exposing my breast and my
taut and rosy nipple. I can sense you notice and begin
to attack another area of my body.
"Not so fast Mr. Guerre" my hands remove yours from my
shoulders as I fix them behind you. A scarf, furtively
placed under your pillow earlier has now been put into
play and in no time at all has fixed your wrists
together, unable to move... but more frustratingly,
unable to touch.
"Arrrgh!" you moan as you flop your back to the
headboard. Your game is over now and you know it.
Hopping off you with a little laugh I grab another,
longer scarf from the nightstand. "uhhh..." you say as
you curiously watch me grab your muscular legs,
spreading them apart and then bending your knees so
that the soles of your feet touch each other. "Yes?
Have a question Mr. Guerre?" I bind your ankles and
your feet together, exposing your jewels to any number
of dangers... or pleasures.
Rendered speechless and knowing you have little
currency with which to win your freedom, you succumb.
The control you carry with you day in and day out has
been forcibly constrained and is under my command.
There is nothing to do but comply and hope that I will
be merciful in anything I plan to assail.
Sauntering back over to your side, my breast still
exposed and swaying when I move, your eyes pinned on
the pointy and tight nipple you so desperately want to
toy with. I can see your tumescent manhood waving –
glistening with a combination of both our fluids.
Staring straight into your eyes I tease, "Looks like
you've made a bit of a mess here". My hands now
appearing instantly, fondling your balls, you groan in
obvious delight. "Hmmmm..." I mockingly toy with how
to take care of the shiny spillage. "Shall I get a
towel?"
"No" you grumble
"a tissue?"
"No!" you moan
"Oh! Shall I leave it? is that what you want?"
"NO! Nooooo!" you cry
"Hmmm. Then there's really no other way..." as soon as
I finish my sentence my tongue is at the juncture of
your balls and your shaft. My hands holding you in
place, pointed and determined it wraps itself all the
way around the base of your cock leaving the rest
untouched. You shiver and wriggle, "Control yourself
Mr. Guerre, I won't tolerate insolence", you seem to
calm a bit, but under much constraint. My tongue has
descended now and made her way to your balls.
Encompassing them with my full lips and sucking them
into the warm confines of my mouth I can feel the
delicate skin and the structure underneath as I flip
and dart the flat of my tongue about them, forcing
them to gently hit against the lining of my mouth
while sucking the air out and pressurizing this
personalized cavern for your enjoyment.
My fingers are grazing and exploring your ass, probing
your star and tickling your taint. Your body is in
spasm now and not under your control. I can feel the
juice from my slit starting to fall down my thighs,
"Mmmmmmmmm" I moan as I suck on those gorgeous balls.
The vibration of my moans makes the pleasure almost
unbearable. Your legs are thrashing as I continue to
moan. My hands now dipping into that sweet nectar
between my thighs and bringing their fragrant and
sweet taste to your lips. You devour this manna like a
starving animal, sucking every last drop from each of
my fingers.
I release your balls "good boy, Mr. Guerre" a coy
smile and I begin anew on your shaft. Taking the flat
of my tongue and again circling around the shaft. My
hands again dipping into the well of elixir between my
legs and now placing it on your shaft, following the
trail left by my occupied mouth. Up and up I work, my
hands following suit with steady and firm strokes to
compliment my moves. Your body is trembling in
expectation of my tongue on your crown... I'm...
just... about... there... and then I stop.
You cry out in defiance and frustration. I lick my
fingers giving me a chance to take in my own taste.
"Mmmmmm. Excellent" the flavor and scent seems to send
me into a semi-hypnotized sway. My right hand
disappears again under my slip and appears again
shimmering with my extract, except this time, instead
of your lips or mine, I paint it on my still exposed
breast. Letting out an unexpected whimper of randiness
I begin to slip off the other strap and we both watch
as my slip falls to the floor. For the first time you
can see my sex. The tuft of hair matted down with my
cum, the surrounding bare flesh of my mons and thighs
saturated with my broth... and now, the same sweet
sight reflecting off my abundant breasts. You have no
words and the sounds emanating from your mouth are
guttural.
Beyond aroused, my movements determined, I clutch your
cock in my hands, you watch breathless as my lips meet
your crown and as I flick your frenulum with the tip
of my tongue your body jerks and your back arches.
"Don't cum yet my love..." my voice sweet but firm
"...I have other plans for you". With that I plunge
your cock past my lip wrapped teeth, your cock head
now fully ensconced in my snug, warm, wet mouth.
My cheeks sucked in so they hug your shaft as your
head softly hits the roof of my mouth and plummets
fully down my throat. I have tucked you in entirely
and you can feel my lips at your balls, my hands at
once cradling them and teasing your taint as I begin
again. My head rises and your tip pops out of my firm
opening and then just as quickly pops back in. In and
out. With each successive movement your head thrashes,
your body jerks, the timbre of your groans becomes
more throaty and gruff. In... out... tease... fondle.
I can tell your close as your balls begin to tense.
"Not yet, Mr. Guerre..." My movements stop suddenly
and I can swear I hear you begin to cry. "...not until
you're inside me and I'm riding you. I want to feel
your rigid dick gliding through my tight slit and into
my sopping wet, narrow pussy..." with that I hop on
top of you. Straddling your hips I take your cock in
my hands and rake your head back and forth on my
dripping slit "how does that feel Mr. Guerre? Does
that feel good? Shall I let you in? Shall I let you
lay there while I ride you fast and feverishly?" I
taunt
"Yesssssss" you whimper "please, please."
"I see..." I stop dragging your cock between my legs
and instead slide down so it now rests between my
ample breasts. "Not here?" I move and writhe making a
perfect valley for your cock to pillage, a journey
made easy by the copius amount of cum from my cunt.
"Arrrggghhhhhh!!!!!!!" You wail.
"Oh. I'm sorry. Is this not enjoyable?" I drop your
cock immediately and sit up. "ohhhhh I know... of
course! How silly of me!" Straddling you once more,
but this time just above your cock (making certain you
can rest in between my ass cheeks) I cup my breasts
and hold them in front of your mouth, just out of
reach. "It's these you want? Do you want to taste my
juice on my tits before I fuck you?"
"Oh yes" you're eyes wild and darting like a starving
man before a feast. "Ok then Mr. Guerre, just a quick
taste..." lifting my right breast to your mouth you
take me in. hermetically sealed to my nipple,
devouring it any way you can, wriggling against your
constraints, wanting to grab, pinch, knead and squeeze
but my knots are tight ad you cannot break free.
Pulling away the sound of pressurized air makes a
'pop' sound and your face is contorted -slack-jawed,
eyes like a wolf – feral and hungry. As I feed you the
left breast your mouth attaches to it like a magnet,
sucking and biting and swirling your tongue. My back
is arching as my sex throbs and gets even hotter by
the second.
I can feel myself dripping around your sides and know
I cannot wait much longer myself. My hips grinding
into yours as my need to have you fill me grows
exponentially. My hands on your head guiding your face
on my tits. letting you feast on this appetizer before
the final course. "Mr. Guerre?" I whisper close to
your ear. You are way too busy to answer as my hands
glide slowly down your muscular arms to your back,
feeling your smooth skin on their way down to meet
your bound wrists. You feel me there and know what
comes next. Your mouth leaves my breasts and attacks
mine. Lips slightly parted, tongue darting, head
moving in concert with mine. My hands begin to loosen
the knot – your mouth opens taking my lips in your
mouth and then moving to my jaw, my neck, my ear.
Now it is I that am uncontrollable – writhing and
moaning and grinding as if my sheer will could make us
join together. You feel the bonds on your wrists
slack, and faster than a rabbit you are free, your
hands now on either side of my head furiously pressing
into me, devouring my mouth, my face. My hands on your
chest, I break away "Fuck me now Mr. Guerre". With
that, you pounce and suddenly I am on my back, my own
hands pinned above my head "Oh I'll fuck you my
Lady..." one hand holding my wrists and the other now
kneading my breasts as you grind your cock against my
clit "I'll fuck you when I'm good and ready".
My breath escapes me. My craving at its pinnacle. All
this teasing has been torture for me as well but
you're not seeing it that way right now, "Can you feel
my cock on your clit my Lady? You grind into me again
"Can you feel my dick on your wet, swollen, lips?" You
mean business.
"Yes, Mr. Guerre"
"Good. Now how about this?" You're right hand leaves
my breast and appears thrusting into my pussy. I jerk
in surprise and can't my hips in pleasure. Three
fingers plunging in and out "You feel so good my Lady.
So soft and wet" taking out your hand to suck on the
liquid your eyes close in sweet enjoyment. When they
open they are pouring into my own and with a quick
flash your hands are off my wrists and throwing my
legs on your shoulders and then exploring my engorged
nether region.
Your fingers trace the outer lips from the bottom of
my slit, slowly up to the top. This is too much to
take. Fingers then back down the outer lips then press
softly inward and begin to trace the inner lips – ever
so lightly back up toward the mons stopping just short
of my throbbing swollen clit. My hands on my head now
in sheer ecstasy I can no longer speak. I feel your
finger now spreading me wide. the cool air of your
breath blowing on my nub is a sensation that drives me
wild. the sounds I'm making actually sound like
chirping... begging you to take me in your mouth. I
look down and catch you staring at me smiling. you're
enjoying this torment. My head flips back. I know I
deserve it after the taunting I gave you earlier.
Suddenly I feel the tip of your nose on my button
gently nudging it. Just that simple movement sends a
pulsing through my pussy. Nudge, nudge... and then...
your lips descend. Sucking and licking. Taking my
jewel in your mouth and swirling it... flicking it.
Then you release and blow more cool air. "Oh my Mr.
Guerre!" I whisper. With that, the point of your
tongue begins to probe my clit, wagging quickly,
pressure firm, my hips off the bed, your hands holding
my ass up to your mouth, your tongue motorized,
focused, un wavering, tossing my clit back and forth,
faster, harder, faster, harder, the way you know I
like it. My body begins it's ascent – first the
tensing of all the muscles, back arching even higher,
breath staggered and heavy, moaning, writhing... and
then..."Oh! Oh! Oh! Mr. Guerre!!!!"
The spasms hit. My corporeal being taken away and
replaced with something other-worldly, thrashing,
screaming, shuddering... You stop your assault, grab
my legs above my head and plunge your cock full force
into my tumid cunt. I scream in pleasure. Feeling you
enter me as my pussy is still in the throes of orgasm
is nirvana.
Watching you drive yourself into me, grunting,
pounding, until you cannot go any deeper. Grinding
into me at the perfect angle. With each thrust
crashing against my sweet spot making me thrash my
arms and hold my body in expectant anxiety. With each
sortie of your cock I get closer and closer. With each
shriek and bellow your focus intensifies. Both of us
close. Words of urging "Come on Babe" and "Fuck it.
That's right fuck it harder!" make it known that any
second... any moment both of us will fly away and
release ourselves to the other self that lives in the
ether.
"That's it babe... come on! Oh please God! God you
feel so good keep fucking me HARDER!"
Until that moment, both our eyes locked and focused on
each other when your hips, rigid in expulsion of your
juice, screams of relief, joy and euphoria. Both of us
clinging to each other to make sure we make the
journey together, shaking, tingling and finally
collapsing in exultation and pure delirium. Overcome
with the phantasmagorical bliss that is our chemistry
and has become our nutrition. A sustenance we are no
longer able to survive without. A comestible of rare
and potent elements, unreproducible, one without a
nadir and without a boundary. A viand that has become
essential to life, yet impossible to keep up with or
maintain. A hunger of irascible impatience that cannot
be quelled... until the next time.
...Make it happen... make it soon... make it urgent.
END
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