I stay still and quiet, waiting now he’s no longer touching any part of my body and the inability to see
has heightened all my other senses drastically. I flinch and yelp when a warm hand touches my inner
thigh, then giggle in reaction and hear him stifle a soft laugh.
A warm mouth follows, causing me to arch my back from the bed in response, it feels completely
different and far too good. Held captive, completely at his mercy and unable to predict his movements.
Every single touch is heightened to an intoxicating degree. I’m vulnerable with no control in every way,
but I like it, it’s exhilarating because I’m so completely trusting of him and know I am safe, even tied
down and exposed. Old Emma would have died like this.
He unties the straps of my bikini pants, slowly, pulling them free, sliding them away, my body lifting to
aid the removal. His knees dip the bed at each side of my hips, so I guess he’s straddling me, but
nothing else touches me.
Soft lips graze my cleavage, so I jump again and laugh impulsively, nerves on high alert, still held in my
bikini top as his warm fingers trace the thin straps up to my neck, sliding behind to pull it free. The bow
unravels, letting the soft damp fabric be pulled out from behind me easily. A hot firm hand slides under
my back and I arch upwards, allowing the removal of the second tie, inhaling slowly and deeply when
the bikini is pulled away completely. I’m fully naked and utterly his to do with as he pleases. This slow
act he has going on is building up the tension inside of me, the anticipation to feverish levels.
His warm breath hovers over my abdomen, the weight shifting down the bed as he moves. I keep tilting
my head to try and figure out what he’s doing but I’ve never felt so alert, so in anticipation of a touch.
His lips come to my skin and again I tense abruptly, relaxing to the small gentle kisses, a lick, then his
mouth moves to the apex of my thighs. He hovers, blowing gently, sending a thousand sparks through
me before his warm sensual tongue probes me deeply. I moan out loud, writhing within my confines
and tug against them as I respond.
He continues expertly licking and toying with me even though I can’t bring my legs or knees closer so
I’m wide open to him, unable to stop anything he is doing, and it makes it all the more erotic. This is a
new level of sex for us, a level I didn’t know we could reach, because what we have done so far
already blows my mind.
I groan and arch my back again as the pleasure intensifies, his mouth doing things to my clitoris that
makes my body shudder and writhe in ecstasy. Wet, hot softness of his tongue entering me over and
over, teasing, sucking, probing. Gentle pleasurable jolts shoot through me, bringing me to the brink, his
breath on my most secret part achingly good. I bite my lip hard, groaning from deep down,
experiencing the build of internal heat while unable to stop my body from moving around. There’s warm
wetness flowing, showing him just how much he’s turning me on, making me open up and I throb for
him, begging to be devoured.
I strain on my confines, savoring the feel of the pressure around my wrists and ankles, the harsh rasp
as I tug again and the cuff jerks against me. It’s so in contrast to what he’s doing, it only adds to the
effect. Harshness and a biting ache of being held prisoner and then sensual softness and deep
pleasure as though he’s serving me. There’s something so highly sexual about surrendering myself to
him this way, letting him have full possession of my body and being unable to stop him. As someone
who always had to have control in life, never willing to drop her guard, I’m completely helpless to the
lure of being his captive. It’s a fantasy I never imagined I would like, but it seems to be exactly what I
want and need to truly let go.
The heat building inside of me intensifies and the beginning of the waves which will climb to a higher
euphoria. I’m climaxing quickly like this; whatever he’s doing combined with being restrained this way is
certainly talking to my inner goddess and I’m unravelling effortlessly. His fingers trace my curves as he
flicks and sucks at my core and pushes me beyond the brink. I cum seconds later, crying out in a
thundering glory, unable to tense and pull my legs in yet it only makes it even more mind-blowing.
Leaving me exposed to him, he doesn’t stop as I cry out, his tongue pushing in for a final assault, his
hands on my hips, yanking me down to force me further into him which causes an almost instant
second explosion of ecstasy. I groan out wildly as I convulse more harshly. This time the stars going off
in my darkened vision, combined with the internal explosions cause a rush of moisture to run down my
inner thighs as I pant and grind myself into him and soak the sheets beneath me.
“Seems like I’m doing something right.” His husky, lust laden voice finally warms my ear, his large body
covering me as the waves begin to slowly subside, leaving me on fire and high alert. My body reacting
to his warm, smooth skin, desire already coursing through me again despite two orgasms. His lips
graze my neck, his hands on my breasts, stroking, teasing, exploring me. His fingertips tug at my erect
nipples and in turn it causes me to strain at my confines in reaction, but I’m held taught, still his willing
captive. A crazily hot electrifying sensation courses through me once more as my body cries out for
more of this kind of love making.
He pushes against me, still wearing his shorts, the damp sea water is cold against my overheated skin,
so sensual and sends sparks in every direction. A jolt like a thunderbolt. I push against him savoring
the feeling, the inner ache for his body to join with mine overpowering me so that I’m almost delirious
with aching.
I’m still blinded by the mask over my eyes and can only anticipate his movements by sound and touch,
so it heightens everything inside of me to the point I’m panting helplessly.
“Who knew my cute little Emma was such a freak in the bedroom?” His husky voice is hoarse and low,
sexily arousing against my neck once more as he slides up me, his lips meeting mine, his tongue
slowly opening my mouth to him and sliding inside. I can taste my completion on his tongue, and it
makes me groan, aroused by something so primal, so dirty yet so satisfying.
He moves off me, leaving me panting, longing for more as I listen to every sound he makes, moving
across the bed. The noise of him opening a drawer, then the familiar rip of foil as he gets a condom. My
hearing tuned in like it’s never been capable, the anticipation has me shivering, skin igniting with
goosebumps.
Seconds later he’s back over me, his weight making the bed dip, leaning on all fours caging in my body
like a predator, his body heat surrounding me on all sides. I shiver in anticipation, alert and wanting as
he leans down, capturing my nipple in his mouth, sucking, and gently biting until I’m wriggling around,
moaning softly. He tends to the other in the same fashion already my body climbing back into the initial
stages of orgasm. Already highly sensitized and responsive to him like I’ve never been before.
It's never been like this, so effortlessly bringing me to the verge of another body racking explosive
climax and I thought Jake had done a pretty outstanding job to date.
He moves back on the mattress near my ankles, sinks down and then rips open the ankle restraints
causing a surge of relief as I can pull my legs up again. Hot strong hands grasp me around the pelvis,
then he flips me over causing the upper restraints to cross my arms at the wrists and I gasp at the
surprise. It’s tighter and I’m even less mobile, held with them in mid-air, my head locked between my
inner elbows and facing down like a submissive. I’m defenseless and held ready to be taken;
something I would never have imagined I would ever be comfortable with, yet with him, nothing is out of
bounds.
He lifts my body so my knees prop me up instinctively, pulling my thighs apart so he can move behind
me, never letting me go. His fingertips slide to my warmth and probe me softly before he enters me
from behind in an easy, slow glide. I arch letting out a satisfied moan, breath catching and pushing
myself back against him so I can experience his entire length filling me and hitting the ache deep inside
that’s been building and craving the feel of him. There is never a substitute for the feel of him inside of
me, no matter how good he is with his hands or mouth; this here is what I crave.
He cups my ass and squeezes hard, moving his palms up my body until he grabs my hips pushing me
forward with his weight but follows me, the restraints biting in. It feels better than amazing. There’s
nothing but satisfying fullness and pressure from him, completely filling me while starting a slow steady
rhythm in and out which soon has my body climbing higher and higher. Groaning and whimpering out
loud, I can hear his breath equally loud and labored. The rhythm of our joined bodies a sensual dance
that is slowly unraveling me, blowing my mind.
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