Tied down kisses #SundaySnog #BDSM @SmutUK

His lips grasp my earlobe and pull, eliciting a soft moan for the discovery of a new erogenous zone. His mouth continues down the side of my neck, to the cup of my collar bone and onward. His weight shifting he reaches over and tastes my breasts, one hand manipulating one, whilst his teeth torture the other.

I feel it all at once confining and liberating to be unable to move my hands. I can’t direct his movement. I can’t touch him or give him pleasure. I just have to lie here and take it. All I can do is concentrate on my pleasure, that’s a great joy. He kisses on over my stomach and into the down of my pubis. I know where he’s going and arch up my hips, spreading my thighs and inviting him in, letting him know that I want him, the keening noise letting him know that I need him.

He drops lower covering my folded lips with tight lipped kisses then his tongue wriggles out and parts me before lapping up and down, mopping up the pooling liquid therein. I wriggle and writhe lifting myself up to him, offering him the pearl of my pleasure. I yell my delight when he grasps it and sucks with just enough pressure to flood my cunt with ecstasy, the spasms shaking me from tip to toe.

“I want you.” he growls, coming up from between my thighs, his lips and cheeks shining with my juices. Slipping up and over my breasts he kisses me, and the taste of me on him excites me further, I lick and suck at Mike’s lips, taking my nectar from him while he gently injects me with his cock. The perfect medication for the burning fever inside me. “Oh, fuck yes,” he hisses, his body rocking to and fro. “Oh, I’ve needed this Caitlyn. You drive me crazy with lust. You’re so fucking sexy.”

I blush, his compliment means a lot to me now that I have accepted him as my mysterious cowboy. Obliterating all other opinion from my mind I go on all I have discovered in the last few days. This is a man who arouses me to such heights, to such pleasurable pinnacles that I can’t think of anything else, and my body craves him.

Thrusting rapidly he kisses my cheek, my neck, my chest.

“Yes.” I groan, “Oh God, yes, Mike!”