Are you on the way yet?
I'm almost up the hill. I'll be there in 15-20 minutes.
Okay, drive safe. I'm impatiently waiting for you as always.
I know. I love you. See you soon.
Love you too. Not soon enough.
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When I hear your key in the lock, my stomach does an unexpected flip.
I hear you close the door behind you. The lock clicks, then you take a few steps, the keys jingle as you drop them in the bowl on the foyer entry table. You are a man of habit, you do the same things the same way systematically every day when you come home, so I know your routine. You'll take your coat off, hang it on the hook on the hall tree. Kick off your shoes and bend to put them on the shoe shelf. You'll head to the kitchen, unpack your lunch box, rinse the containers and put them in the dishwasher, set your lunch box and water bottle in their designated spots on the counter until you're ready to reset them for tomorrow. Once you've done the daily rituals, next you'll come find me.
I'm usually in the office, so it's no surprise when I hear you open the door across the hall first. I hear it shut, then you open our bedroom door.
“Wow.”
“Like what you see?” I know I've done well because you usually say more. Today you've just frozen, you're at a loss for words. “Don't just stand there! Come here, Honey. Let me help you get comfortable.”
You walk in, closing and locking the bedroom door behind you. I grin as I stand from where I was perched on our bed and take a step towards you.
When you reach me, we're standing close to the foot of the bed face to face. I reach out and grab your hand, pulling you close and wrapping my arms around your neck. You've got an arm around my waist, with one hand in my hair as you angle my head for a deep, passionate kiss.
“What a nice surprise!" You say between kisses.
I know you're referring to what I'm wearing, but I don't react. Instead I go with, “I missed you.”
“I missed you too, babygirl.” You chuckle. Your hand around my waist slides lower to cup my ass, just as I know you like to do. When your fingers brush against the plug I'm wearing, your pupils dilate with desire.
I step back about a foot, just enough to reach out and pull the blue golf shirt you're wearing over your head. Next I undo your belt, pull your shorts down, then your boxer briefs. Your cock springs up, already hard. I love that I have this effect on you.
“I've only barely begun touching you,” I think as you step out of the shorts carefully. I love how you stand there proud, allowing me to admire you.
I wrap a hand around your cock, stroking you slowly, gently, just enough to feel you growing, getting harder for me. Starting at your collar bone, I use my other hand to drag my fingers downwards on your chest, keeping my eyes on yours. I love how smooth your skin feels, how soft your body hair is, how good you smell…everything about you is intoxicating.
I lean in close, kissing your neck right below your ear lobe before whispering, “Do you like my outfit today?”
“Yes.”
“I don't want to skip doing the daily debrief, but you're going to have to multitask. I've been hungry for you all day.” I smile.
I step back, then pull one of the ends of the silk belts I tied into a bow looped through my lace bra. You watch me curiously as I take the belt and wrap it around the canopy bed frame using a simple slip knot, leaving two long strands of silk hanging down from the center at the foot of the bed.
I pull another tie loose from my bra, then grab your wrist, loop it around, then your other wrist, using a shibari ladder knot across your forearms. Right across your wrists, I leave a good anchor loop to work with as I pull the final end through. I check the tension, making sure you're secure without cutting off circulation. “How's this?” I ask, wanting to make sure you're comfortable.
“Good.” You respond. I've noticed you say less when you're the one being tied up.
“This is the part where you tell me about your day, my love.” I chuckle as I remind you as I return my right hand to stroking your cock, slowly, deliberately. I rotate my wrist just slightly as I move it up and down your shaft, letting my thumb graze the tip just slightly with every stroke.
“My day was fine.”
I bite back a laugh, knowing I'm making this difficult for you. I raise your tied hands above your head and loop the length of the first silk belts through the anchor loop and tie a bow with them above your head, effectively securing you right where I want you.
I lean in again and kiss you passionately before returning my hand to stroking you once again.
“Tell me more love.” I prompt.
“I…” you begin, but you stop short, sucking in a sharp breath as I drop to my knees in front of you.
“Go on…” I choose that moment to lean forward and lick your cock, starting at the base, dragging my tongue slowly over the thick vein all the way to the tip.
“I finally spoke my peace to the boss today.”
“I'm proud of you. How did that go?” I am genuinely proud. I notice your cock pulsating in my hand.
“It went well I think.”
“Good.” I lick a bead of precum off your tip and you audibly gasp.
“Anything else today?”
“Nothing that can't wait.”
“If you're sure.”
“I'm. Sure.” You bite out matter of factly.
“Tell me, what would you like, my Love?
“Your throat.” You practically growl the words.
“Hmm, that I can do.” I smile, looking up at you before shifting my weight forward to get closer, giving me more access to do just that.
I open wide, letting your cock glide across my tongue into my mouth, right down my throat. I am taking my time, moving slow, swirling my tongue around your tip with every pass.
“Ohhh wow.”
I love when you moan for me, it only makes me lust after you more and more. I can tell you're enjoying this, watching your eyes, feeling your cock pulsating, getting bigger as I continue, it only makes me hungrier to have you deep inside me.
Seeing you like this, having you give yourself to me this way, it makes me the happiest woman in the world. I want to take care of you, I want to fuck you, but I want to make it good for you, so despite the urges, I need to slow down and stick to my plan.
When I feel you getting close, I ease up, slowing my pace, reducing the suction as I continue, not enough to remove the sensations entirely, just enough to keep you from falling over that beautifully delicate edge.
I drag my nails down the back of your legs, letting them bite your skin slightly as you move your hips. You're desperate for more, rocking, thrusting to try to take any bit of extra friction from me as I hold back. I pull back further, releasing your cock from my mouth. I look up at you with a sly grin, knowing that tying you up was probably the only way you'd allow me to take my time this way. Otherwise, you'd have a hand in my hair helping guide me, or you'd insist on having your turn. No, today, it's my turn as long as I like.
That doesn't mean I'm not going to play though. I shift back so I'm sitting just a few feet in front of you on the ground, legs wide, knees bent, I reach down and run two fingers down my slit, gathering the wetness glistening on my fingers and bringing it up to my mouth.
I suck the arousal off my fingers, keeping eye contact with you as the sweet taste blooms on my tongue. I use the same hand and drag those fingers downwards across my chest, over my breast, slowing down to circle over my stiff, sensitive nipples before continuing lower across my torso. When I reach my center again, I begin rubbing slow, deliberate circles over my sensitive bud.
Your eyes never leave mine, the lust only growing as you watch me touch myself. I love teasing this way, knowing you want to be touching me, teasing me, pleasing me right now.
“Like what you see?” I ask, using one hand to tend to my nipples, while the other plays with my clit. I reach over to the dresser behind me and open the bottom right drawer, grabbing a pair of clover clamps that have little bells on the end, and a small wand vibrator before returning to my position, spread wide, dripping wet, and just out of your reach. I reach behind me, unclasp the bra and untie the last silk tie, and tie it loosely around my right wrist.
“You're the most beautiful woman, especially when you're like this.” You tell me.
“I'm only like this for you Jason.” I return to sitting in front of you, tits out, legs spread, bare except for the plug in my ass. I am teasing my nipples, already stiff from arousal, building up the sensations. “I love how hard you are for me right now.”
I use my thumb and forefingers to apply pressure and tweak them, gently at first, then go back to drawing lazy circles again, feeling every movement as if I were touching my clit. When I'm feeling myself get closer, I grab one of the clamps and bring it up to my face. I lick the pads, then grin as I look back at you. You're still, eyes fixed on me, what I'm doing, my eyes, my pussy, you can't decide what to look at.
I make a show of ringing the bells as I lift the clamp to my right nipple. I feel the initial pinch slightly, but it's soon replaced by a blooming warmth that spreads through my body. I repeat the movement with the other clamp, licking, teasing, all of it. I take my time adjusting them, loving the sensations as I tighten these to the perfect amount of pressure. Once they're secure, I grab the vibrator wand and stand.
The bells jingle with every movement I make. I watch as you realize what I've done. I know not being able to touch me is becoming more frustrating for you.
“You like?” I bounce a little. You love these. Especially on my tits. You don't say anything. I worry I've lost you to the depths of your mind until I hit the on button on the wand and your eyes dart to my hands.
“I'm being rude, let me share.” I walk up and kiss you, wrapping my arms around you, pressing my tits up against you so you feel the clamps against your chest. The vibrator is on, you're aware of it, but it isn't touching you. At all.
I reach down with my left hand between us, stroking your cock slowly, then running my fingers through my arousal again as our tongues dance. We're both breathless when we break the kiss.
I bring my creamy fingers up to your mouth and you don't hesitate to lick and suck my fingers clean.
“Good.” I smile, pleased. I begin running that vibrator down your side. As I trail the wand downwards, the strands of the silk belt on my wrist caress your skin, following the path of the vibrations. When I reach your hip, you begin to squirm a little. “Does this tickle?”
“Yes.” You continue to move slightly as I tease you.
“Try to be still for me, Love.” I move the wand closer, barely touching your skin next to your throbbing cock.
“You're killing me, woman.”
“You're not dying, you're just needy. I like you needy.” I gently graze the wand on the tip of your cock. You jump. “Still, Love.” I lean in to kiss you before returning the vibrator to the underside of your cock, gently teasing you, starting the vibrations closer to the base of your shaft near your balls, and slowly moving it upwards as we kiss. You're trembling in my arms as I reach the tip.
I break the kiss, breathless again, pulling away and stepping back to look you over again. “How are you feeling? Wiggle your fingers for me, are we good?”
You do as I ask, then reply “I'm good. I need you.”
“You'll have me love.” I step back, turn around, and bend over in front of you, giving you a clear view of the gem plug you noticed earlier in my ass. “Want to take it out for me? Replace it with your cock?... Oh wait.” I giggle, wiggling my ass, making the clamps jingle even more.
“Babygirl, I'm going to spank your ass red when you let me loose. I hope you know that.”
“I'm looking forward to it, Love.” I grin.
I reach around and pull the plug out, slowly. The feeling of emptiness once it's out makes me crave your cock even more. “Not yet!” I tell myself in my head.
“I'll be right back.” I walk over to our en suite bathroom to use the toy cleaner and some soap to clean the plug, then grab some lube from the dresser before returning to you.
I set the toy and the lube down next to us on the bed and stand in front of you, returning my attention to stroking your cock, my eyes locked on yours as I speak.
“I'm going to prepare you slowly, and you're going to wear this gem for me. Then, I'm going to let your hands free, and insist you use all my holes. The only condition is that you don't remove the plug in your ass until after we come together. I want you to feel full with me as we fall off the edge the first time tonight. Deal?”
“Deal.” Your consent only fuels my excitement.
I drop to my knees in front of you again, grabbing a bit of lube for my hands as I wrap one around your length and slide up and down before I guide your cock down and put my mouth on you again. I reach around with my other hand, lubed fingers slowly grazing the rim of your sensitive hole. I focus on my mouth, my fingers only moving slightly until you naturally relax and let me in further. I keep varying my pace as I glide your cock in and out of my mouth, using my tongue and sometimes small grazes with my teeth to add variety to the sensations. I slow down when I feel you getting close, easing you down before building you up again.
Before long, I have my index finger past that inner ring of muscles. I slowly pull out, adding more lube to my fingers as I continue to stroke and lick and suck. You're moaning loudly, giving me all the confirmation that I need as I return my hand to your rear.
When I feel you're ready, I remove my fingers and lube the plug before gently rubbing it at your entrance. You surprise me when you lean back, taking more of the plug than I initially intended to give you right off. “Greedy!” I think. I know I've driven you crazy tonight, this just confirms how much you love this.
I tease you a bit more before guiding the plug further, until the dark green gem base is sitting perfectly at your entrance.
“How's that feel, Love?” I ask as I stand.
“Full.” You utter. I kiss you again as I reach up and pull the end of the bow, releasing the anchor from the bed. I bring your arms down, holding your hands in mine.
“Good. Ready to be set free?”
“I've been ready.”
“I know, love.” I laugh as I pull the ladder knot undone slowly and massage your forearms where the silk had been wrapped.
“My turn.” Your voice is low, even, serious. It isn't a question, it's a declaration.
I look back up into your eyes, seeing the burning desire as you hold me close. The hunger I see tells me I've pushed you exactly far enough tonight. And to think, neither of us have come yet, this was all foreplay.