"I will not be long." She pecked his lips once more as she backed him into the bedroom and pulled the door closed. Sabine stripped in the kitchen, put everything but her shoes in the washing machine then headed for the bathroom to freshen up.
Daniel undressed himself for the first time since Sabine had moved in. It was a bad precedent, since he really wanted her to continue doing it for him. He lay on the bed to wait for her, stroking his erection. It felt good to be able to touch himself again. He listened to the sound of the toilet flushing, heard the shower running. They always showered together. It was one of their little rituals. He got off the bed and made his way to the bathroom to join her.
Sabine heard him come into the room and called out.
"You are not in bed yet?"
"I thought I'd join you. Wash your back for you maybe."
"So impatient! Go to bed. I will be ready soon. Yah?"
"Well, if you're sure you wouldn't rather –"
"Yah. I am sure."
He could hear the laughter in her voice. "Ok. You win – again. Don't be long." He went back to bed and waited.
The shower went silent and a shadow flashed past the bedroom door into the spare room. What was she up to now? He stroked himself and waited.
Sabine took her time getting ready. Anticipation would only sharpen Daniel's appetite. She'd planned for this night. She got out the special outfit she'd been saving for the occasion and dressed.
He looked round to see Sabine framed in the doorway, stood almost in an attitude of prayer with a church candle cradled in her hands. She paused for effect then put the candle on the bedside table and turned out the lights. By the flickering light of the single flame, Daniel watched as she moved slowly around to the far side of the bed – the side he was lying on. He'd expected her to be naked. She was usually naked around the flat, but not this time. Her outfit was stunning. It looked like pyjamas, pants low slung on her hips, top fastened by a single bow and all in white fabric so gossamer thin that, even by candle light, nothing was hidden from Daniel's gaze. She stopped within his reach.
"Now you can undress me. Yah?" She manages to look demure, just as a virgin bride might look on her wedding night, if such a creature still exists in this day and age.
Daniel sits up on the edge of the bed, reaches for Sabine's hand and draws her closer. He holds her hand to his lips and gently kisses her palm before plucking at the ribbon that fastens her jacket, drawing the bow into a smaller and smaller loop until it vanishes and the fabric falls away from her breasts with a whisper soft susurration of silk on skin. He cups her bosom in his palms, feeling the smooth, warm, malleable flesh quiver with Sabine's excitement. His thumbs trace round her puffy areolae. Her engorged nipples resist his efforts to push them flat, popping back up like pressure cooker valves. Much as he enjoys her breasts, he has a lot to do tonight so, with a frisson of reluctance, his hands slide up to her shoulders, pushing back the gossamer silk until it cascades down her arms and pools on the bedroom carpet. His fingers fumble a moment with the scrunchy that holds her hair. She turns her head to accommodate him and he frees her still wet tresses, combs out the long blond locks with his fingers, feeling the water cool on his skin.
Daniel touches her face, tracing her features like a blind man. As his fingertips brush across her lips, Sabine draws his index finger into her mouth, sucks it, tickling his fingertip with her tongue. His cock throbs in his lap as he makes the association between the sensations surrounding his finger and the more familiar feeling of fellatio. Daniel moves both hands onto her belly, smooth as a cat, taut and flat, with just the small sensitive dimple of her navel the only landmark. A pinky explores that little crater where she's so ticklish, prompting just a bit of a flinch from her and a giggle.
His thumbs hook the waistband of her pants, drawing them over her hips and down her thighs. Gravity lends him a moment's assistance and they drop around her feet like the foam around the feet of Aphrodite as she rose from the Cyprian sea.
Her thighs tremble as his hand slides up between them to her fotze. The pressure of his fingertips along her labia makes her sigh. She yearns to feel him inside her but this is his moment and she will not hurry him.
Daniel withdraws his hand examines the moisture glistening as he rubs thumb and forefinger together, feeling the slickness, then offers his fingertips for her to suck. He loves the expression on her face when she tastes herself and this time is no different. His other hand replaces the first, between her labia. One finger finds her entrance and slips like a thief into her body. The thief is caught, imprisoned by her vaginal walls. She will not release him. His accomplice thumb massages either side of her clit, never quite touching the sweet spot, coaxing her gently to the brink of her first orgasm of the night. Just as she is about to come, his thumb moves directly onto her clitoris, rubbing it as fiercely as he's watched her do to herself. Her orgasm explodes outwards from that point, his finger feels like its being drawn further into her by the rippling muscles of her pussy. He pushes too, writhes inside her. As her passion subsides, her legs give way and she collapses onto the bed, his hand still buried between her thighs.
Sabine spreads her legs languorously, allowing him to withdraw his finger.
Lying beside her, propped on one elbow, Daniel peruses her body from one pair of moist, parted lips to another. He strokes his cock, feeling how ready for action his hard length is, but two months with Sabine has taught him the value of patience. Tonight, it's going to be her turn to beg for it. He slips over the side of the bed, the better to gain access to her spread crotch. In the shadows of a single candle, he relies on Braille to find his way around.
Sabine gasps as her labia are pinched and drawn open in the semblance of an orchid. She feels the fluid remains of her orgasm oozing out of her fotze, trickling down toward her ass. What is he waiting for? A cool blast washes over her inner lips as he blows on them. The orchid's petals stir as she tenses momentarily at the surprising sensation, squeezing more nectar from her body. Another cool blast, but this time she is expecting it. The cold air feels so good curling around her clitoral hood. She sighs. His fingers – she's desperate for his fingers. She draws her legs up higher, reaches down and displaces his hands, spreading her own lips wide, wider than he had spread her. She writhes as Daniel's tongue plunges into her, his lips grinding against her coral pink flesh, lapping at her juices, all the while driving her headlong toward another orgasm.
"Yah! Das ist sehr gut!" She sighs as she squirms against his face. Daniel's questing fingers find her rosebud anus, slick with her own secretions. With insistent pressure he pushes past the resistance of her sphincter, sinking his index finger into her rectum. She gasps, forces herself to relax and accept his intrusion. A second finger, a louder gasp as momentary discomfort gives way to delight. She is on the very brink of
coming.
His tongue withdraws from her fotze and starts lashing her clitoris. She cries out as he tips her over the edge of the abyss into orgasmic oblivion. His free hand drives two fingers straight into her gaping hole, withdraws and plunges into the depths again – again – again.
"Yah... Oh Yah...YAH!" Her cries of ecstasy rise almost to a scream as wave upon wave of sensations crash against her nervous system. The final wave of pleasure tears the orchid's petals from her grasp, uproots his questing fingers from her flesh and washes away all thoughts as she slips into unconsciousness, exhausted and sated by her climax.
The first time Sabine passed out during an orgasm, Daniel had been scared witless but it'd happened a few times since and he'd got used to it. He lay alongside her and cradled her head, stroked hair away from her face and waited for her to recover. Man! It felt good to have his hands back.
Sabine was only out for a few seconds. She opened her eyes to see Daniel smiling down at her. "Mmm." If she were a cat, she'd purr. "This is for me. Yah?" It was almost a reflex that she'd reached for his penis. Her thumb smeared a teardrop of seminal fluid in little circles around his glans.
"Yes Leibschen, it's for you, all of it. Better catch your breath first though. You're gonna need it." Daniel had got quite adept at fucking without having his hands to stabilize him. His thighs had toned up a lot to meet Sabine's demands for really forceful penetration. He wondered just how much she'd take before calling pax. He wanted to find out if the return of his hands would make enough difference. Was he at last enough of a man to satisfy Sabine? Time to find out.
"So. I think I am ready for this." She gave his hard shaft a squeeze, clearly approving of its readiness for duty.
Daniel reached into the drawer at the bedside, retrieving a condom. This was one thing he hadn't missed doing for himself. He handed the little foil sachet to Sabine. She took his cock in her mouth, sliding down it's length until he was almost entirely hidden from view, then sliding equally slowly back up to the tip and releasing him. Only then did she roll the sheath onto his penis, stroking it down with both hands. It was a ritual he'd inadvertently started by telling her about 'kissing the rod' – a Victorian tradition whereby a wife or daughter would kiss the wooden rod used to beat her, to show that she accepted the authority of her husband or father.
