She lay waiting, hearing his movement in the kitchen. She heard the freezer open and ice being tipped into a bowl. She shivered with anticipation of what would come next. The fridge was opened and soon shut before she heard his footsteps coming towards her. She lay naked on the bed, her hands and feet bound to the bed with black velvet ropes.
As he stepped into the room, she marveled, as always, at how gorgeous he was. Just the sight of him was enough to arouse her. He placed a bowl containing ice, and a bowl with whipped cream and strawberries next to her on the table, then moved to sit next to where she lay. Smiling he bent and kissed her, just once, and much too briefly for her liking, then ran a finger down her face to her neck barely touching her at all. He felt her breathing quicken but never stopped his feather light touch down to her breasts and across her stomach. He never quite touched her but she could still sense where he was all the time.
When he reached her shaved mound, he deliberately moved his fingers to her inner thigh, never going too far from her pussy but running up and down her leg until she was squirming.
