The Passion

He pulls her close to taste her sweet lips against his.  How he has longed for this moment since the first time they met.  She tilts her head up and her mouth involuntarily opens to receive him.  Their mouths join, tongues entwine.  Their passions begin to release in waves.  Not stopping for breath, he wraps his arms around her waist and holds tight as though finding a raging storm.  She lifts her arms up to encircle his neck as they continue kissing for what may well be an eternity, though neither senses time passing.  This is their moment.

Loosening his arms, he places both hands on either side of her hips and lifts her until he is standing straight.  To him, she is almost weightless.  When they finally break their kiss, he nuzzles her along the cheek, ear, and neck inhaling her scent deeply.  He will never forget this moment, her smell.  It is rose petals and mints.  Slowly he opens his mouth, bares his teeth, and begins to nibble her neck and shoulder.  She quickly wraps her legs around his waist as she squirms from the sensation.  Her arms and legs cling tighter and tighter to this man.

Pushing him away for a moment, she begins to unbutton his shirt revealing a moderately built chest.  She smiles her approval as she makes him remove the garment, tossing it away to the floor.  Before she can move again he takes her left wrist in his hand and holds it up towards the headboard as his other hand slowly, deliberately removes the buttons from her shirt to reveal her bra-enclosed bust.  He almost loses himself to the beauty laid out beneath him.  Instead he lowers his face to taste the skin between her breasts.

Again, using only his teeth, he unlocks her bra to release her large, beautiful tits from their captivity.  The sight that befalls him leaves him breathless.  He revels in the perfection of her skin and roundness of her.  He stares in wonder at he watches her nipples rise within their areolas.  Mesmerized, he almost loosens his grip on her.  She tries to steal this initiative to begin fondling him, grabbing greedily at his crotch.  Not wanting to lose this moment any longer, he takes her other arm and holds it, too, above her head on the pillow.  She smiles at the feeling of captivity and vulnerability this causes her.

Holding both wrists within one massive hand, he leans in to kiss her again while his other hand searches the bedside.  Before she knows what is happening, he has piece of silken rope out and is wrapping it around her wrists where he ties her to the bedpost.  Almost giggling from the mixture of fear and excitement, she opens her mouth to say something but he hushes her with a finger on her lips.  She takes this moment to begin licking and sucking on his finger in what she hopes is an erotic fashion.  Seeing the glazed look come over his eyes, she believes that she is doing this the way he wants.

After he has her arms firmly bound to the bed, he begins moving down her lithe body as he begins to pay close attention to her breasts.  Caressing them with both hands and lightly passing his lips over each nipple causes her to arch in the sensual pleasures as the electricity of the moment courses through her body.  With a pinch here and a tug there he begins to act like a puppeteer with his marionette arching and squirming on the bed.  Her cries of ecstasy ebb and flow with each pass of his hands, lips, or teeth.

Trailing soft kisses down her belly and around her waist, he quickly undoes the zipper on her skirt.  Without any noticeable exertion he slides the fabric off her body and around her feet in one easy move.  Spreading her legs wide he sniffs her womanly scent deeply and nuzzles the crotch of her panties.  Her gasps of pleasure tell him that his actions have done nothing but heighten her arousal to an almost climatic level.

He pulls her panties off just as easily as the skirt but does not move back between her beautiful and long legs.  Instead he stands up off the bed and gather two more pieces of silken chord and begins to tie her spread-eagle on the bed.  He then notices the stain her juices have caused on the blankets as he quickly pulls off his own pants and shirt and stands naked by the bedside.  Her eyes consume his body with a hunger that he can feel.  She watches as his cock stiffens under her gaze alone, the swollen head pointing directly at her.

Climbing back onto the bed, he crouches down at the foot to place himself once more between her creamy thighs.  Lowering his face to her drenched vagina he slowly laps up the juices that have spilled from her.  With his tongue only he caresses her clitoris and around her pussy lips.  He takes a moment to smile when she begins to buck against his chin.  Then he plunges himself deeper into her letting his tongue delve as far as it can go.  He has never tasted anything so sweet in his long life.  He takes his time to ensure that he drinks all that she can produce.

With the loving that she is getting, she can hold herself back no longer.  Spasms wrack her body as the burst of energy of her orgasm cause to scream in ecstasy as she shouts out his name to any who would listen to her prayers.  She has never had an orgasm with such force before and he has still not stopped licking her.  The spasms continue for what seems like an eternity, and one that she wishes would never end.  Finally, she can handle no more and begs him to come back to her.  Slowly, kissing his way up the length of her body, he moves back up the bed until they are eye to eye.

She asks if he will release her from her bondage as they gasp breaths between passionate kisses.  Without a word he unbinds the rope holding her arms together releasing her hands.  She pushes him over onto his back and takes his still erect penis in her hands and says softly to him, “My turn….”