Perfection.
It was the only word that came to mind as I stood there looking at you. Absolute perfection. I stood there looking at you, watching your chest rise and fall with each excited breath. I craved, and wanted to rush, and yet knew that I needed to take my time and enjoy what we were experiencing together.
Of course, you couldn't see me. The blindfold prevented that. You simply sat in the chair. Naked. Blindfolded. Your wrists bound to the back of the chair. Your ankles strapped to the front legs of the wooden kitchen chair. Your legs opened, exposing you.
I watched your breasts move so slightly with each breath, and I wanted to take them in my mouth. But I waited, quietly, allowing the anticipation grow.
Twenty minutes earlier you had walked in the front door. Not a word was spoken between us. You simply closed and locked the door behind you, smiled at me, and walked into my arms. Our lips pressed together so softly and gently. The first kiss a simple prelude to what would build into a fire of passion. As we kissed, your lips parted, inviting my tongue to explore your mouth. The warmth and moistness called for a deeper kiss, and soon we were lost in the intimate act of kissing. My hands moved over your back, across your behind, gently caressing, softly touching, as our lips continued to touch, our tongues played together, and our breath mixed as one aroma. It was intense. It was beautiful.
As we kissed, our breathing grew heavy and deeper. Our hands flowed over each other, coming together from time to time, locking fingers. I pushed you against the wall, pressing my body to yours. My hands held yours above your head. You loved the sensation of helplessness, of knowing that I was in control. I brought your wrists together and held them above your head with one of my large hands. The other hand moved to your face, my fingers brushing against your cheek. I pulled my mouth from yours and begin to kiss your neck, my free hand finding your lips. You begin to suck on a finger as my lips slide over your neck up to your ear. You want to grab at me with your hands, but they continued to be held securely above your head.
I pulled my finger from your mouth and moved my hand to your chest, feeling your breast through your shirt. I want you. You want me. We crave together. My mouth moves back to yours and we kiss harder now. There is a sense of urgency with every touch.
Suddenly I spin you around and push you face first against the wall. You hands continue to be immobilized above your head. I push up against your ass, and you feel my hardness. You wonder if I will take you right here in the hallway. It is what you hope. My free hand continues to play with your breasts, finally pulling your shirt from your jeans and sliding under it.
I play with your breasts, then move across your belly, allowing my hand to tease you, resting it on the top of your jeans. Then, quickly, my hand moves between your legs, and I begin to rub you through your jeans. You gasp at the unexpected touch. You are burning with desire, and the pressure of my hand makes you want me inside of you. You can stay quiet no longer, and cry out for me to take you. However, I simply keep the pressure between your legs, my other hand holding your wrists securely, my body pressed against your ass.