By the time I have showered myself clean of all the peppermint oil infused water, which had generously coated my body and hair, the bathing area had been cleaned up with no evidence of the hard and fast sex that had recently taken place. Hanging on the back of the door, is a beautiful silk A-line knee length dress, in the colour of fresh raspberries. ‘Please wear me,’ a handwritten note requests. I hold the silk against my face, indulging in the cool softness of the fabric against my skin. I close my eyes imagining who, and what, might await me this time.
Securing my damp hair into a French braid, I leave the woven tail to rest just above the small of my back. Curly wet tendrils frame my face, and I ignore the normal impulse to pin them up. I perfume my body with a heavenly musk scent that embodies sex. Glancing into the mirror I appraise the dress that bathes my body in red. It accentuates my curves, and pulls tight across my breasts, tantalizing my nipples. Perfect. I use my berry and lemonade balm to sooth the tenderness, and add a little sweetness, to my swollen lips, and stifle a yawn into the back of my hand.
Following the directions on the note, I walk towards the end of the hall and search for a blue door. As soon as I open it, I see my lover standing straight ahead of me. He doesn’t move to greet me. He makes no attempt to turn around. He just stands there, with his back towards me, watching me through the reflection of the mirrors that line the wall in front of him. Wow, this man, Darcy, is gorgeous. I could happily stand there all day and admire him.
His long lean body is clothed in snug fitting dark pants and an untucked white shirt. A shirt, that is stretched tightly across his muscular back and has been left opened at his neck, has small black buttons that run the length down over his chest and along his torso. His sleeves are folded mid-way up his forearms. Classy, with the right amount of I don’t give a fuck. Tingles run up my spine…what is it about a man dressed in formal black and white that makes me as horny as hell? Is a well-tailored suit for women, the same as lingerie is for men?
I wrap my hands around his chest, caressing his cotton covered nipples with my nails, and rise onto my tippy toes to kiss the nape of his neck, pressing my breasts into his back. He doesn’t move at all, still casually leaning with one arm against the mirror, watching me. I unbutton the rest of his shirt, and as I slide it down from his shoulders, I get my first glimpse of the body art that spans the width of his shoulder blades.
With the tip of my finger, I trace the outer edges of three green heart shaped petals that form a darkened Gaelic shamrock. I look at the foreign words written beneath the tattoo, and wonder what they mean. The quill and ink pot situated at the end of the inscription, gives nothing away.
“A scholar’s ink, lasts longer than a martyr’s blood,” Darcy announces softly, his Irish accent purrs across his words.
I look up, and meet his impenetrable gaze in the mirror. His eyes are the colour of clear summer skies, and are surrounded by the blackest of black hair that curls boyishly over his ears and at his nape. He has a dark, moody air about him, a tortured soul, and I wonder if he ever smiles.
For the first time, I am aware of the music playing quietly in the background. I close my eyes, and rest my head against the warmth of his back, and listen to the smooth sultry sound of Barry White's, Can't get enough. When the song finishes Darcy turns towards me, taking me into his embrace, and we start to sway. I rest my head under his chin, and meld into the heat of his body. His fluid hip movements are as intoxicating, as they are arousing, and I fall willingly under his spell. We dance through sexy classics from Hot Chocolate, Joe Cocker, and Bryan Adams, without saying a word to each other. When I finally open my eyes, I realise we have danced into the far end of the now dimly lit room, and we are completely surrounded by mirrors.
Darcy captures me with a kiss, so enchanting, it takes my breath away. He leans down into me and lightly brushes his hands along the backs of my thighs, his fingertips heat my flushed skin as we continue to sway to the rhythm of the music. When I open my eyes again, I realise that I can watch every move he makes, that we make, in the imagery reflected all around us.
Looking up towards the ceiling, gives me a bird’s eye view of the two of us in our lover’s embrace. Immediately, my focus is drawn to the gentle sway of his ass. Dark material strains over its rounded tautness, as we continue to move to the music. I reach down and grab onto him, holding his firm cheeks snug in my hands, dragging my nails over his muscular roundness.
He responds by raising me up onto his hips. As I wrap my legs around him, my dress lifts above my waist exposing my bare mound, the wetness of my arousal guaranteed to smear the front of his pants. We pirouette easily, continuing our lovers dance. As Def Leppard liven up the room with Love Bites, so to, do Darcy and me. He grinds deep between my legs, keeping time with the lusty beat of the music, spreading his solid heat against mine.
He lowers me, slowly sliding me down over his body. I feel his hard erection pass over my swollen lips, before coming to rest against my belly. My hands reach up to delve into the waves of his coal coloured hair, grasping it within my fingers. Again we kiss. Again I am lost in the enchantment that fills his lips, which also underlies the strength of his sensual movements.
Slowly, oh so slowly, his fingernails scrape upwards over the sides of my thighs, lifting my dress higher again. The roughness of his touch sends an elicit prickle up my spine, and I shiver in his arms. He rests the scrunched silk on my hips. I open my eyes to peer over his shoulder, and I watch the reflection of his fingers moving back down towards my ass, cupping a fleshy handful in each of his large hands. I sense his eyes staring at me…watching me, watching him.
With long fingers nudging between my thighs, he flicks his fingertips back and forth over the sensitive flesh of my outer lips. With a lusty moan my knees go week, and his fingers grab tightly on my hips, pulling me hard against his erection as we continue to sway to the music.
As Prince’s, Darling Nikki, begins to liven up the room, Darcy’s finger tips skim my ribs as he raises my dress even higher, stopping to hold the material just above my bared breasts. Lowering his head, I watch him suck his thumbs, and immediately, I feel their cool wetness circling my rigid nipples. Round and round he moves, edging his smooth thumb pads over the pebbled surface of my areolas. He continues to grind his hard cock against my pussy, keeping in perfect time with the beating of the drum. My arousal peaks and I cry out, throwing my head back so I can watch myself climax and spill the soft, creamy wetness of my cum, down my inner thighs.
With no reprieve, he lifts my dress over my head and binds my wrists tightly within the twisted folds of the fabric. Pulling down hard on the knotted silk at my nape, he forces me to arch up against him. Naked chest upon naked chest. Our nipples harden as one. His gaze lowers to my breasts, I deepen the bow in my back and offer myself up to him, I moan loudly as he takes a nipple in his teeth. He smiles and stares down at me, knowing too well that the hum of pleasurable pain is beginning to vibrate through my body.
Strong fingers surround the fullness of my breast, pumping it, preparing me for his wicked oral onslaught. Back and forth his tongue flicks the tip of my dusky pink nipple, lapping the skin surrounding my hardened bud. Arousal coils inside of me as he takes my areola into his mouth, suckling me hard. As my body climbs its way to another peak, he takes my other breast into his mouth, suckling like a man starved.
Rising up onto my tippy toes, I thrust myself further into his mouth, rubbing the apex of my bare mound frantically against the still clothed head of his cock. The frustration of my hands being tied increases, and I squirm against him, fighting for freedom. He pulls down on my bound wrists, opening up my neck, ready for his sensual assault on my lobe. Lower and lower, his lips suck and nibble my hypersensitive skin, until he latches onto my collarbone, grazing it with his teeth.
With a surge of aroused defiance, I pull away and angle my head so that I force his mouth onto mine. Darcy wraps his free arm tightly around my back and leans down over me to return my kiss with the same amount of hunger and desperation that I have. My body begins to shiver as he suckles the moisture from my tongue. My knees go weak and he holds on to me with a vice like grip. Laying there, bent backwards over his arm, I begin to swoon as he kisses my life’s breath from me. Over and over again his precious lips assault my mouth, my tongue, and just when I think I will finally pass out, he releases my mouth and nibbles the delicate area of skin just under my lobe.
As the prickly heat of arousal livens the sensitivity of my skin, my nerve endings begin to fray, incensed by my inability to touch my lover. Unable to tolerate my silken bondage any longer, I force my hands up over my head, and tear my hands from the dress. Finally I am free to rip Darcy's shirt the rest of the way off his body. The ferocity of my movements surprise him, however that soon turns to delight, as I drop to my knees in front of him.
With my hands on his hips I lean my face into his groin, enjoying the feel of his pulsating cock as it crushes against the thin material of his dress pants. He is rock hard. I take great pleasure in slowly undoing his zip, flicking my tongue against each part of his newly exposed skin. He smells fresh and clean, as if he had just stepped out of the shower. I close my eyes and breathe in the maleness of his cock. I smile against him, inhaling his manly scent as it mixes with the light scent of sandalwood coating his body. Together they create a purely masculine essence.
With a gentle tap on my cheek, Darcy demands my attention, and moves his now fisted cock, using the engorged head to circle my lips. “Open that pretty little mouth, and suck me.” His demand sends a pulsing quiver through my pussy. I smile, and tilt my head, opening my mouth wide for him, shielding my teeth with my lips. He thrusts his way into my willing mouth, lodging the head into the back of my throat, and holds himself there. His hands grasp tightly in my hair, as he strains for control. My eyes sting with tears of pleasurable pain, as I relax my mouth and breathe through my nose.
Knowing he will like it, I swallow around his cock, massaging the bulbous head with the muscles in my throat. A strangled groan escapes him, and I look up to see a dark edginess of approval shining in his eyes. I can’t help but smile around his shaft lodge deep in my mouth. With his arousal under control, he finally begins to move in and out of my lips.
Looking towards the corner of the room I can see our movements reflecting in the mirrors surrounding us. There I am, down on my knees, naked, my mouth full, my head moving steadily back and forth, sucking and slurping on his cock. And there is Darcy, staring down at me, the fingers of one hand gently digging into the flesh at my nape, while the others stroke the skin over my throat. His mouth open, his breathing harsh and laboured. It is such a wickedly erotic scene, and our reflections enhances my arousal tenfold.
Using the tip of my tongue, I lick the vein of his cock, from his balls, all the way up to the tiny slit on his shiny, smooth head. I breathe in deep, filling my lungs with his earthy aroma, and continue to move up and down, up…and…down, as I selfishly mouth fuck Darcy’s long shaft. Why selfish? You see, this is all for my benefit, not for his. I love sucking cock. I love the sweet, salty taste of male flesh. The taste of grazed skin against my teeth, the taste of my saliva as it builds up, and starts to froth under the pressure of friction, is delicious.
With a bass guitar thumping to Baby did a bad, bad thing, I take him fully into my mouth, lodging him at the top of my throat, nuzzling my nose into his groin, cupping his soft balls in my hand. In and out, in…and…out, I continue to work his cock, slurping my saliva from his knob, using my teeth to gently graze the tender skin on his sweet shaft.
The sounds of Darcy’s laboured breaths fill the room with throaty grunts, matching the intensity of his fingers grabbing my hair. I feel the muscles in his ass tighten under my fingers, and decide to slow things down, because as much as I want him to cum down my throat, I'm not fully satisfied with the amount of pleasure I have had…yet.
I release his cock from my mouth, and look up to meet his gaze. His eyes are closed, his face taut with frayed concentration and control. I smile, and blow my warm breath down the length of his wet cock, watching for his reaction in the lines of his handsome face. His eyes open wide, and stare deep into mine; he grasp my hair tighter. I blow again, and his body shudders under my ministrations. I smile, a little victorious smile, and he closes his eyes, surrendering to me.
Massaging his balls in one hand, and with the other fisted around the base of his shaft, I close my teeth around his corona, applying just enough pressure to make him squirm. With the head of his cock captured in my mouth, I flick my tongue quickly back and forth, over the apex of his swollen head. He tightens the grip he has on my hair, as his arousal grows even more inside my mouth. Relaxing the hold I have on him with my teeth, I suckle the very tip of his cock; its smooth delicate skin is as ripe and sweet as a summer plum. As I edge the tip of my tongue into his opened slit, I am gifted with his pre cum.
Grabbing the base of his cock in a tight fist, I begin to fuck him hard with my mouth. Darcy’s loud groans rise above the crooning sounds of Bruno Mars singing Gorilla, as it begins to fill the room. The frantic thrusting of his hips tells me control is no longer his. I grab his ass, holding him hard against me as I ride his cock, demanding his total surrender.
I feel the tension of his impending orgasm start to stiffen his body, and I slow my sucking to a faint whisper of a touch, teasing him just a little bit more. He coils the tail of my braid painfully tight around his fist and stares down at me, his eyes smoulder fiercely, scowling his desperate need for release. With uncontrolled sexual frustration radiating from every pore on his body, an exasperated groan rumbles deep within his chest. His desire fuels my own arousal, and as it moistens my inner thighs, I’m ready to finish us off!
Reaching around his thighs I dig my nails hard into his ass. He whimpers and bucks wildly in my mouth. I work the top half of his shaft, hard and fast, deep throating him occasionally as the thrusting of my hips mimics his. Our movements too wild to control. I move one hand down to the base of his cock, fisting him tight. His tuft covered balls have shrivelled, high and tight. I scrape my nails along their prune like surface, fast breathless groans escape through his clenched jaw. The end is nigh.
There’s no stopping now. No slowing of pace and definitely no changing of technique. No way. This is my favourite part. I squeeze my thighs together as I rock against my fingers circling my clit, and just as my orgasm starts to claim me, I feel Darcy’s body start to stiffen as the muscles in his long legs spasm. His whole body shudders as he fists my hair, thrusting his cock deep into the back of my mouth, filling my throat with cum as I swallow around him, drinking in his release. His harsh primal grunts fill the room as I milk him dry.
With shaky hands, Darcy releases my hair, and helps me to my feet. His eyes awash with sated lust. A small amount of his smooth, salty liquid escapes my mouth, and I lick my lips to claim every last drop. I raise my head, taking his mouth in mine. Gifting him, his gift to me.