“I have just two words to say to you…," Marta had said.
He looked both anxious and resigned, so she drew out the suspense.
Then she said, “Wanna fuck?” dropped the robe, spread her legs, and clasped her hands behind her head, leaning back slightly to push out her tits.
James
I let out an explosive breath, relieved. Then I smiled and stepped forward.
I shucked out of my robe, letting it drop, unheeded, to the floor. I ran my hands gently up her back, pulling her forward, crushing her to me, then tilted my head and kissed her. She put her arms around my neck and returned the kiss, mashing her lips against mine.
We stayed lip-locked, our tongues slowly exploring each other. She truly had the softest mouth I have ever experienced, and kissing her – or doing anything else with her mouth – was incredibly sensuous.
Meanwhile, my hands were roaming around her back, up to her shoulders and pulling her closer, then softly down her spine to her ass, playing with her buttocks, parting them, running my finger between them, then gently grabbing them with both hands and squeezing, then moving my hands up her sides, brushing the edges of my hands up her flanks, and flattening my hands against her shoulder blades, mashing her against me again.
She shivered, and pulled my head harder to her, running her fingers through my hair, winding her arms around my head, then down the back of my neck, while her groin ground against mine, capturing my cock between her legs.
She broke the kiss, and whispered in my ear, “May I please have my collar and cuffs back, Sir?”
I shook my head. “No, you may not. Not until I make passionate, tender love to you, Marta Maria Estaban Rabinovich, as a free woman who is more than my equal, of your own free will, and not as a slave. Maybe after that.”
I picked her up and slowly carried her to the bed, then gently lowered her onto it. She rolled over into the center of the bed, then languorously spread her legs, looked at me, and waited.
I crawled onto the bed towards her. She put her arms up and surrounded my neck, giving me a broad smile and tossing her head, coquettishly. “Then kiss me, you fool! Isn’t that what they say in all the best B-movies?”
“Yes, it is, and yes, I am, and yes, I will!” And I did.
It started out gently and stayed that way for quite some time, just two tongues exploring and caressing each other, two bodies, rubbing up against each other, two sets of hands exploring the secret places of passion, two spirits, moving steadily closer together.
Then I broke the embrace, pulled her hands gently from around my neck, then kissed her chin, and slowly licked from her chin down to her throat. I paused at her throat, opened my mouth wide, turned my head at an angle, and captured her windpipe between my jaws, letting the incisors bite ever so slightly, and held it. She shivered and put her hands in my hair, rubbing my scalp.
I released her throat, continued down her body, kissing the hollow at the bottom of her throat, then brushed my lips across to her breast, starting to lick from above her nipple, circling it slowly, then finally settling my whole mouth around it, sucking it gently, then releasing it with a pop!
I ran my tongue under her nipple then across her body to her other breast, ran my tongue around it, then settled my teeth on the base of her nipple, and gently pulsed them together, not biting, but merely suggesting that I could bite it. She shivered again, harder.
I let her breast slide out of my mouth, then, kneeling, moved my body and my mouth, down and over to her side, licking slowly down to her hip, then nuzzled my head into the hollow on the inside of her hip bone, gently at first, then harder. She groaned, and her fingers invaded my hair, pushing me closer. I licked the inside of her hip, then used a dozen tiny kisses to work my way towards her belly button. On reaching it, I placed my mouth over it, and explored it with my tongue, gently at first, then grinding my tongue into the indentation, sensuously, seductively. She started to move her hips in time to my kiss, her body seemingly moving of its own volition.
I moved again, this time to kneel between her legs, and started kissing my way down to her pubis, pausing there to capture some of her coarse, fine-gold pubic hair between my tongue and lips, then pulled. Her hips moved up off the mattress in sympathy.
I released my lips and tongue, and her hips started moving in slow half-circles, first one way, then back the other, grinding her bum into the mattress. I kissed my way down towards her labia, moving each kiss more slowly than the last. Her hands, still in my hair, urged me farther down, but I was in no hurry, and would not let her hurry me. I shook my head free of her hands, then laid my head down, using the inside of her left thigh as a pillow. She caressed my hair, brushing it back and forth as her hips moved back and forth.