An adult stories – Spicy by DMangan,DMangan You looked at me with a mixture of wariness and excitement. We’d talked about this before now, but we’d never actually done anything. This was uncharted territory for both of us. It was…. Exciting.
I pulled four silk scarves out of my bag and looked at you. Your breathing was a little fast; not a shock, considering that we were actually going to do what we’d talked about.
“You sure you want to? We can always just go get some drinks.”
You shook your head. “No, I want to. I want, well….”
Your eyes were a little wide, and I could see a mix of emotions running through them. Lust. Passion. A little fear. I stepped close to you and laid a soft kiss on your lips. You kissed me back softly at first, but then harder, our tongues dancing together. I slid my hands down to your hips and pulled your body against mine, and you wrapped your arms around my neck. We finally came up for air, and you smiled at me. I slid my hands under the bottom of your shirt.
“Here, let me help.”
I slowly lifted the shirt up, and you raised your arms so I could pull it up and over your head, then drop it to the side. I trailed my fingers back down your body, enjoying the sensation of your soft skin under my fingers. I moved my hands to the waistband of your pants and started undoing them, and you kissed me again. I paused long enough to enjoy the kiss, and then continued, pulling your pants down while you wiggled your hips to help get the fabric over them. You reached around to unhook your bra as I slowly slid your panties down. I winked at you, then slowly went to my knees and as I peeled your panties off of you I followed with my mouth just over your skin. I didn’t touch you, but you could feel my hot breath on your skin as it was exposed. You finally stepped out of your panties and stood before me naked. Glorious and beautiful, a woman in every sense of the word. I resisted the urge to take you right there, to throw you on the bed and have you like a wild animal, like my brain was screaming at me to do. Instead, I helped you get on the bed and then I picked up the scarves.
Silk isn’t prized just because it’s soft, but because it’s also strong at the same time. It will resist quite a bit of force, but not cut into you. In other words, it won’t leave bruises and they won’t hurt. This wasn’t about pain, it was about control. Pain was a turn-off to me. Control, well…. I started with your right hand, wrapping the scarf around your wrist and making a knot, then tying the other end of the scarf to the bedframe. I moved to your right leg, securing your ankle to the bedframe with a hitch knot that could be undone with a yank on the right part of the end. I moved around the bed, tying you down until you were naked and spread for me. I reached into my bag for one last scarf, this one tied around your eyes, not too hard. You could slip it off without too much effort if you wanted to. You licked your lips nervously.
I reach into my bag and pull out two last objects – a feather, and a jar. I take the feather first, and slowly begin stroking you with just the tip of it. I see you trying to figure out what’s touching you. It’s the feather from a red-tailed hawk that I found while on a walk back home, and it’s rather firm. I trace circles on your skin with the tip of the feather, tracing your curves, brushing your skin lightly. You bite your bottom lip, trying to decide if you like this or not.
I took the jar and removed the lid. I dip my finger into it, and then lean over you and say “I’ve got something for you to taste.” You smile and stick your tongue out a bit. I dab my finger on your tongue and you suck my finger into your mouth, swirling your tongue around and making me groan just a bit. The surge of lust as your tongue cleaned my finger made my head swim. I pulled my finger out and you frowned a bit as you tried to figure out what you were tasting. Sweetness and spice. It was honey, with just a little bit of clove, cinnamon and a touch of cayenne. I didn’t want a whole lot of heat, just a tiny bit. Enough to make your skin tingle. Or other parts of you. I watched your face as you felt the heat slowly spread across your tongue. You swallowed, and softly murmured… “Oh my….”
I dipped my finger in the honey again and lightly rubbed it over your nipple. I waited just a bit, and you inhaled as you felt the heat slowly start to build on your sensitive skin. I painted your other nipple with the honey, and then slowly traced your skin down past your waist, past your hips. You squirmed a bit as my fingers inched their way down, over your pubic bone, until they rested right at the very top of your pussy lips. I watched you breathe, your breasts heaving up and down, your nipples hard from the heat of the spices and the excitement you were feeling. I slid my other hand down, slowly tracing your pussy lips with my fingers, until I cupped your entire pussy with my hand, just adding a little bit of pressure.
The heel of my hand was over your clit, and I started sliding my hand up and down, pressing just a small bit. You opened your legs for me, giving me more space to move. I could feel your clit under my hand and I pressed my thumb against it lightly, stroking it as my hand continued moving up and down. Your hips were moving in time with my hand, pressing back against me, trying to get more contact and more sensation. I stopped my movements, holding my hand still, and then curled my fingers, sliding them between your pussy lips and feeling your wetness. You gave a whimper as my fingers went inside you just a little, dipping into the entrance of your pussy and pulling back out, never fully sliding inside.
I could hear you whispering “More, dammit. More! Shit, you fucking tease!” I smiled. Of course I was a tease. That was the whole point of this. I took the jar of honey, dipped my finger into it, and then rubbed the honey over your clit, circling it, coating it with spice and sugar. Your hips jerked as I touched you, trying to get more contact, and I pulled away. You growled, and I chuckled. I sucked the last of the honey off my finger, the taste of the spice and sweetness mixing with the taste of you.
I set the jar down and picked up the feather again, resuming the stroking, running it down over your belly and over your thighs, up the inside of your thighs and then up your sides, up your arms and down again. The heat from the spices was growing warmer on my tongue and on your skin, not a burn but almost a tickle that won’t go away. You were trying to rub your thighs together, the sensation on your clit impossible to ignore as I touched you and stroked you all over your body with gentle flicks of the feather. Finally I heard you say “Dammit Dave! What the fuck?”
I leaned over your breast, right over your nipple, and I breathed out, my breath hot on your skin. I saw goosebumps form, and then I sucked your nipple into my mouth, licking, scraping gently with my teeth. You gasped, twisting against the scarves that held you to the bed. I didn’t touch any other part of you, just your nipple in my mouth, a single point of sensation, and you groaned as you tried to break free from the scarves. I pulled up and moved to your other nipple, sucking and licking again, and again you twisted against the scarves as my mouth played with your body.
When I couldn’t taste any more honey, I lifted my head and looked at you. Your lips were parted, you were panting and your face was flushed. Your legs were still rubbing together as the heat built on your clit. I kissed your lips and you kissed me back, hard and demanding. When we came up for breath you whispered to me “Fuck, I’m so wet right now!” All I could say was “Good.”
I started kissing down your body, my lips brushing every sensitive spot I could find. I kissed your nipples again, flicking them with my tongue before moving down even further. I kissed the soft skin of your belly, slowly moving myself into position, sliding between your legs as I kissed further and further down until I could place a kiss right on your pussy lips. They were dripping wet, and I ran my tongue between them, tasting your desire mixed with spices. I slid my hands under your thighs and spread your legs so that I had all the access I wanted. I licked my way up to your clit, and then sucked it into my mouth.
You gasped and your hips bucked. I held you down and kept sucking on you, my tongue circling your clit, then playing with it, flicking it, and going back to circling it. I listened to you gasp and moan, finding out exactly what you liked as I ran my tongue over and around you. I pulled one hand free and slowly spread your pussy lips with my fingers, licking every trace of honey off your delicate skin. The feeling of the spices was still there on my tongue and I knew you could still feel them every where I had touched you with them.
You were breathing hard now, your legs shaking. I slid one finger into you, then another, and you moaned for me. I started sliding them in and out of you, my tongue keeping the same rhythm on your clit, up and down. I started slowly then increased my speed, my fingers curling up so that I could touch more of you with every stroke. You were rocking your hips and I let your body move while I kept my mouth on your clit, sucking and licking, sucking and licking. I listened to the sounds you made, increasing the tempo bit by bit, until I could see that you couldn’t go any faster, or didn’t want to. Your hands were balled into fists, wrapped around the scarves that were keeping you from moving too much. Your body was moving in time with my fingers inside you, and you started talking to me.
“Fuck Dave, yes! Fuck yes! Oh shit that feels so good right there! Oh God! Yes, there!”
I went where your body wanted me to go, and I heard your voice start creeping up as you encouraged me. Your hips started losing their rhythm, jerking instead of rocking back and forth, and I sucked your clit into my mouth harder than before, my tongue rubbing it and licking it, and I felt it start to throb as you let out a cry and your pussy clenched around my fingers. Your orgasm washed over you like a wave, and I kept it going with my mouth and my hands, the sounds of you cumming and the taste of you making me dizzy with need. Finally your body collapsed, and I could hear you gasping for breath. I reached down and undid the hitch knots on the scarves holding your legs.
I watched you as the aftershocks hit you, making you twitch. I started removing my clothing as fast as I could. I was hard as a rock, and at that point all I wanted to do was take you, bury myself in you, slake my lust with you. I was finally naked, and I grabbed your hips and lifted them, pressing my cock against your pussy lips and feeling how wet you were. I was about to slide into you when you said “WAIT!” I growled in frustration. “I want to watch! I want to see you!”
I reached up and pulled the scarf off of your eyes. You looked at me, all fear gone. I undid the knots around your wrists, my cock pressing into you. Just the feeling of your skin against me was driving me wild. My hands were shaking as I finally undid the last knot and you pulled me to you, wrapping your legs around my waist. You shifted your hips so that my cock was right at your pussy, and I slid into you with another growl, my need for you making me almost feral. I grabbed your hips and began thrusting into you, hard and fast. Your hands were grabbing my arms and your legs were locked around my waist, forcing me deeper inside you with every thrust. You were looking up at me, our eyes locked as our bodies moved.
I was the one panting now, my body clenched as I thrust harder, almost ramming myself into you. You kept your eyes locked on mine and I heard your voice like it was far away. “I want to watch you! I want to see the moment you cum!” Every word stoked my desire even higher and I could feel my body tightening as I approached the edge. You could see it in my eyes and you wrapped your arms around me neck. “Yes! Do it! Cum for me!” I rammed myself into you hard as the orgasm hit me, making me gasp, my body throbbing and exploding inside you. Your eyes held mine, as if our minds were connecting as our bodies exploded together. I could feel your pussy clenching around me and I realized that I’d made you cum a second time, and I held you tight as our bodies rode the wave together.
When I came to my senses I was lying on my back. You had your leg thrown over mine, your arm around my waist and your head on my chest. I looked down to see you looking at me, and you smiled. You took a deep breath, let it out, and said “You fucking tease… holy shit, you can tease me any time!” All I could do was smile back. “Don’t worry. I will.”