The Slow Seduction, part 3

Naked and face down on bed.

(Read the previous post in this series here.)

As I lay face down, naked and blindfolded, on the bed, I heard him pull his shirt out of his pants and take it off. I listened as he undid his belt buckle and stepped out of his pants.

Again there was silence, but I knew he was watching me intently. I could hear him breathing deeply. My heart raced.

A slight touch of fear sent another shiver through me when the bed dipped as he climbed on. He leaned in, planting soft kisses on my neck and shoulders. More shivers, but oh I was so wet. My slick labia ached for his touch. I couldn’t remember the last time I’d been that wet. I was starting to soak the sheets and he hadn’t really even touched me. I wasn’t sure if I should be ashamed or pleased.

My breath quickened along with my pulse, a mix of uncertainty and excitement.

A hand moved the hair off my shoulders, and began slowly sliding down my back. The warm, very masculine hand of a man slowly, gently caressing and stroking my skin, obviously restraining his full strength. This strong, rough hand moving over my skin soothed me.

His touch was gentle, but firm. Deliberate. Determined. Paced. Not going fast, but not going anywhere.

His hands moved slowly down, over my back, my buttocks, my thighs, all the way to my feet, and then slowly back up. This time, he moved up the inside of my legs. When he reached the soft, delicate skin of my inner thighs he stopped to caress the skin with his thumbs. Instinctively, I arched my hips up towards him.

The pleasure I ached for, him inside me, parting my warm wet flesh, filling me, was denied. He let his thumbs lightly brush my aching, swollen lips as he moved them up my buttocks, pushing the flesh apart, parting my cheeks, then continued moving up my back. My tortured moans were muffled by the pillow.

More soft kisses landed on my shoulders and neck, then traveled down my back, to my buttocks and thighs. Strong hands pushed my legs far apart. When I instinctively lifted my hips a pillow was placed under them. Rough fingers gently parted my soft, wet flesh while soft kisses an licks continued on my inner thighs and buttocks.

One thumb began so slowly stroke the length of my slick clitoris, as his other hand held my flesh open. His warm tongue licked wide, slow strokes from my clit to my anus. I couldn’t take any more…

to be continued… The Slow Seduction, part 4