“Do you trust me?” Joe asked, sitting next to me. I just stared at him inquisitively, not moving.
Joe picked the item up, and with a flick, it opened. It was a knife. Joe slowly brought the side of the blade to my chest and trailed it over one of my tits and over my nipple, and then down my belly, finally laying it down again on my skin. I just laid there, super still, and looking at Joe the entire time. I trusted Joe, but in the back of my mind, I was still thinking oh fuck, what does he have planned?
Joe brought out a bundle of blue rope. I recognized the rope from a picture Joe had sent the week prior in our chat and stating that he has plans for it. Joe unraveled several feet of it, then took the knife and cut it off. Joe closed the knife back up, put the remainder of the rope away in his backpack, and laid the knife on the table beside the bed. Joe climbed onto the bed, and knelt above me, straddling my legs, his hard cock resting on top of my pubic mound.
“Give me your hands Emma.” Joe commanded.
I put my hands in front of him, palms together. Joe wrapped the rope around my wrists tightly but with enough room to move around some so that it didn’t cut off my circulation. Joe moved the remainder of the rope under me so that my hands were pulled above my head, and I was unable to move them. Then Joe’s hands began to wander and made their way back down to my clit, as his mouth and teeth were on my nipple. Joe’s fingers encircled my clit again and I attempted to thrust my hips to get him to touch my clit where I wanted him to. His fingers seemed to know what I was doing, and ensured he touched everywhere but right on my clit.
Joe’s fingers slowly slid down to my wet pussy, and easily slid in and out, just as he bit down on my nipple and twisted it in his teeth. I moaned, and pulled harder on the rope, wishing I had my hands free so that I could reach out and touch him. After a few strokes of Joe fingering me, Joe brought his fingers out and slid them up and over my clit. He began slowly rubbing up and down, and then began to get faster. Joe leaned over, kissed me, then whispered “Cum baby” as he continued to pick up speed with his fingers. I pulled harder on the rope restraining my wrists, Joe kissed me, and I moaned into his mouth as I came hard. Joe then pulled his fingers up and held them to my face.
“Open your mouth Emma,” Joe stated, “See how good you taste.”
I opened my mouth and Joe slid two of his fingers in my mouth and over my tongue. I closed my mouth around them, sucking on them and wishing it was Joe’s cock instead of his fingers.
“You taste much better.” I replied.
Joe reached over to the table, grabbed the knife, and cut my wrists free before putting the knife back on the table. He laid next to me, and pulled me into his chest, wrapping his arms around me. My body felt like every nerve was standing at attention and on fire from so much skin-on-skin contact, it was almost overwhelming. After a few minutes Joe rolled onto his back.
“I want you to use your hands to make me hard again, and then get on top and ride me,” Joe stated.
Fuck… seriously? He was really pushing on all my anxieties today. I hadn’t been on top since high school and before gaining some weight. I’d attempted once with my husband a couple of years ago. My husband was on the small side, cock wise, and he told me I was just too heavy to be on top and that it made him hard to breathe. I laid there mentally freaking out, because this was likely going to fuck up the whole day and go terribly.
I trailed my hand down Joe’s stomach, to his thighs. Tracing his legs up and down on each side of his cock, but never touching it. I then trailed my fingers and gripped his cock in my hand, at first slowly stroking him up and down as I felt it grow between my fingers and harden. I felt it was a waste in only my hands, so I pulled away from Joe’s arms around me, and took Joe’s hard cock into my mouth. Joe grabbed a fistful of my hair, pulling my mouth off him. I just looked at him and grinned.
“I don’t believe that was part of the instructions.” Joe stated.
I continued to grin at him and attempted to pull against his hand in my hair, to suck his cock again.
“I want you on top Emma,” Joe said.
I got to my hands and knees, and then straddled Joe’s legs. My anxiety shot through the roof, with every scenario of how this could go wrong. I lined up my hips with his, and slowly slid down onto his hard cock. Every inch of him that slid further into me, sent an electric shock to every nerve in my body. When Joe’s cock was buried deep inside of me, I began to slowly move up and down, rocking on Joe’s cock, and grinding my hips into his. I was only able to do this twice before I just froze, unable to move. My body was so completely overstimulated from all the morning’s activities, that if I continued to move and ride Joe’s cock, I was likely to become an incoherent puddle. I wasn’t sure how Joe would respond if I became incoherent. I hadn’t felt this good, and this much pleasure in close to 13 years. I continued to just sit there motionless, as I searched for the words to explain it to him.
“Umm, I just need a minute,” I stated while looking at Joe, still straddling him, his cock deep inside me, “Just a bit overstimulated.”