While I’m waxing poetic over my gentle cowboy, he leans over and shoves his nose into my groin, inhaling deeply.
“Fuck, what kind of soap do you use?”
“Dark elves never reveal their secrets,” I answer, sticking my tongue out at him.
“You sure you want to mess with me? You’re all tied up. Vulnerable. Completely at my whim,” he says, unable to hide the smile in his voice.
“Oh noooo. A strong, handsome cowboy has me tied up and blindfolded. Whatever will I doooo?” I ask, giggling as I exaggerate the words.
My cock twitches as he straddles my hips. I tilt them up, and the pull at my hands and ankles amps the pleasure and electricity.
“Do you have any idea how beautiful you are like this?”
His deep whisper sends goosebumps racing down my neck and chest, and I shake my head.
“So.”
His hot mouth and firm suction on my nipple nearly sends me.
“Fucking.”
Oh, oh, oh, there’s the other nipple.
“Beautiful.”
Sloppy, open-mouth kisses up my neck end at my lips, where he delves deep, sliding his talented tongue alongside mine.
“Fuck, I just want to take you now. Slip inside you and never leave.”
I whimper, nodding as I kiss him back.
“But we’ve got time, and I need to see what makes this body tick,” he says, whispering in my other ear.
He pulls away, and his weight leaves the bed, the sound of heavy bare feet on the carpet as he unzips something, probably the duffel he brought with him. One of the things Junior talked about was wanting to try different toys on me. While he does well enough with his own two hands, he’s a bit of a gadget man and likes the idea of playing my body like an instrument.
Several items are placed on the bedside table, some of them heavy, some of them light. Not gonna lie. This sensory deprivation thing is making me horny and a little scared.
The perfect sweet spot.
“First, something to adorn this pretty cock of yours,” he announces.
His large hands are gentle as he slides—unf, pretty sure that’s a cock ring—down to the base of my shaft. He strokes my semi to a full hard-on, and I inhale with a hiss. My cock is harder and more engorged than it’s ever been.
He whistles under his breath. “Fuck, this dick looks so pretty and…”—his hot mouth engulfs the head of my cock, sucking lightly—“tasty.” He moans.
He shifts forward, kissing up my neck again, nibbling on my ear. “You were leaking. Had to take care of that for you.”
He keeps switching which ear he whispers into, almost creating a panning effect, and my brain begins to spark and fizz.
He straddles me again, rubbing his cock against mine. Whatever he’s got wrapped around me is making everything—gasp—so sensitive.
His mouth is back on my nipple, slowly licking it with a broad tongue. Just as I think he’s about to move on to the next, he places something against the nipple and…oooh.
“Too much?” he asks, plucking at the tiny sucker attached to the sensitive nub.
“No, I just…if we want to play with coming hands-free, make sure to bring this with you.”
His deep laugh rumbles through my body, stimulating all the sensitive areas of my body at once. Repeating the process on the other nipple, his broad licks and the sharp bite of suction send me. Just as I’m wishing for something to fill me up, his thick fingers, slippery with lube, reach behind my balls and push between my cheeks, slicking me.
