She sits in the chair as tasked by him.
Wearing a loose fitted dress with no panties.
Nervous.
Not knowing what he has planned.
He lowers himself in front of her.
Tying a soft, velvet blindfold around her head.
Removing one of her senses, knowing the others will heighten and come to life.
Once affixed, his hands lower to her wrists.
His hands gripping her wrists, pinning them to the armchair.
He leans forward, his lips so close to hers, but not touching.
She smells him.
That beautiful mixture of expensive aftershave, mixed with a manly scent.
She inhales, the smell so alluring, creating a heady feeling within her.
She feels the wetness of his tongue as he ever so gently licks her lips.
Soft, smooth, warm wetness, coating her top lip and following along to the bottom.
Her chest beginning to rise and fall.
The effects of the combined roughness of his grip on her wrists, mixed with the erotically gentle touch of his tongue on her lips begins to infect her mind, batter her senses and invade her body.
His lips touch hers.
A slight, gentle but highly erotic kiss.
She feels herself respond.
Urgency to connect with him, connect with his flesh.
He pulls away as she pushes her head forward, his lips lightly massaging hers.
The sensation of tenderness flowing through her body.
She feels herself come alive.
That shudder through the body as the feeling of lust begins to brew and build.
He whispers in her ear to lay her head back and enjoy.
He doesn’t let go of her wrists, but she feels him lower himself further.
She feels him grip her dress with his teeth and drag it up over her hips, exposing her in the most vulnerable but sexy of ways.
He leans forward and kisses the inside of her thigh.
Tender, gentle and confronting kisses.
So light and teasing.
She feels him work his tongue up along her inner thigh.
Her cunt comes to life, imagining what is to come.
She feels the wetness build as quickly as her desire to feel his tongue on her needy, desperate little cunt.
His tongue continues its upward journey along her inner thigh.
She feels the hotness of his breath and the wetness of his tongue as it ventures closer and closer.
His tongue now just millimetres away, she feels her body shudder and a moan escapes her mouth.
Her hips push forward, but he is ready for that reaction.
His tongue transfers to her other thigh and begins to dance.
Dance downwards towards her knee.
She moans louder, wanting, craving, needing to feel him take her in his mouth.
To suck, lick, nibble and bite.
To feel him as he makes love to her with his mouth.
But that will take some time today.
Today he will tease her.
Edge her.
Taste her.
Feel her.
She no longer owns her orgasms.
He does...
