I scoop the ribbon out of my pocket, the one that’s beenburning a hole in my pocket since I saved it from the dress box earlier. I aim to use it if she’ll let me. Dangling the fabric in the air, I ensure our eyes latch in a stronghold because I’m serious. “Can I use this on you?” She seems intrigued as her facial expression eases slightly. “To tie you to the bed or blindfold you? You’ll have no use of your hands or be unable to see. It’s complete trust in me… Only if you want, of course.”
Her smile turns to a mischievous smirk. “I trust you, and I’m kind of addicted to your control,” she voices, simple, direct, and with a hint of eagerness.
Good. She’s on the same wavelength as me. I would want her even if she said no. I can do slow for her.
“So what will it be? Eyes or hands?”
She doesn’t even take a second. “Hands.”
“I was hoping you would say that.” I hear the swelter of sin in my voice. “We need a safe word.”
“Hmm… White. We’ve both thrown a white flag to end our hostilities toward each other.” There is slight cheekiness when she says it, but it suits us perfectly.
“White it is.” Stepping forward, I bring my hand to her cheek to allow my thumb to circle affectionately on her cheek. “You are something, you know that?” I tell her tenderly.
She answers by simply placing a soft kiss on my inner wrist.
“Clothes off. Panties stay on.”
We take a few moments to get out of our clothes. I leave my boxer briefs on, as well as my shirt, but keep it unbuttoned. Without my cue, she crawls onto the mattress to the headboard and lies down on her back with her long hair all across the pillow. She’s a complete display of a goddess, the temptation that I get to devour.
“Preparing already. Such a good girl.” I walk on my knees to her, leaning down for a kiss on her lips. “Hands above your head on the pillow.” She obeys, and I pin them against each other before I move the ribbon, the silk feathering her skin in the process. I loop the fabric around her wrists, forcing them tight together. As I tie a knot, I notice her small flinch but a ghost of a smile on her lips. The back of my knuckles glide down the warm skin of her arms. “Pull. I need to know you can’t escape.”
She yanks once, and I’m satisfied. Anticipation must be burning in both our eyes.
Savannah already appears wanton and needy. Not so gently, I cup her jaw to tilt her gaze up.
"You look innocent, but I know better, which is why I have every intention of touching you so we’ll both enjoy.”My rasp is deep. Her eyes widen, but I’m quick to focus on the way her throat is bared for me in this position, noticing her swallow. Dipping my mouth down, I dart my tongue out to touch below her chin, then trail down to the base of her throat, where I nip at her skin with my teeth, and she makes a little sound.
“Want to guess what one of my favorite things to do with you is?” I whisper.
“Tell me,” she pleads softly.
“Mark you as much as I can because you're mine.”
Her sigh is heavy yet pleased.
Continuing, I latch onto the tip of her breast,circling the pebbled softness. Her body arches up, giving the signal for my hands to get greedy. I fill my palm with her other breast and squeeze while I adjust to sitting on my knees. Popping my lips off of one nipple, I use my fingers to pinch them both, and she lets out a moan. I refuse to offer her more, and my hands trace down the outline of her ribs, going down toher lower belly. I quickly glance at her thighs, which she presses together.
Savannah’s breath changes, and she’s doing her signature move of biting her lower lip when she wants more. Hovering down her body, I let two of my fingers drag up her silky inner thigh, and her legs naturally part open. Her skin is hot, and she appears needy.
“Your pussy is on full display for me. That’s the way it should always be.”
My mouth grazes below her belly button to her lace panties, my nose nuzzles against the wet fabric, and I can smell her sweetness. She hums a little sound, and her body bucks.
She’s probably as impatient as I am.
Pressing my mouth onto the fabric, I taste her. My tongue laps up and down her slit, pausing at her clit to flick. “Fucking good,”I mumble as my pointed tongue remains busy on her clit.
“Fuuuck,” she breaths out.
“I’m not taking these off until I fuck your pussy, so get used to having lace between my tongue and your needy clit.” I continue to work her, and she ripples with a shake. My eyes peer up to see her wrists straining against the fabric as she tries to break through to use her hands for stability.
I take her to the edge, but stop, my mouth traveling to her upper thigh, and I bite once. Not hard, but not gentle either. Sneaking two fingers under the fabric, I slide them into her wet pussy and feel how much she wants me. Retrieving them, I stuff them straight into her mouth.
“Suck.” Her mouth does just that. Retrieving my fingers, I stand and remove my boxer briefs, walking to the side of the bed, then my knee dips back onto the mattress near her head to bring my tip to her mouth. She needs no instruction,and she begins to lick and then wraps her mouth around my cock.
“Deeper, Savannah. All the way to the back of your throat.”I bring my hand to guide her head. Her wet mouth continues to move, and her eyes search mine for approval, and I only move faster, slightly harder. “Taking it like a good girl.”
