Who watches the watchers - part eight

[JackJonesHull]

The ropes did not reach tension, as she stepped so did he. Like slack reins the rope ends connected them. Rather than holding him the remaining knots reassured and reaffirmed him. He could no longer step away than he could stop breathing. It was as if the jute strands synchronised their hearts and minds.

Gathering the ropes in one hand she softly sat back onto the warm leather of the sofa. The seat not as high as her lower legs were long, pushing her knees slightly above her hips. She drew him on with gentle pulls on the rope, her knees now separating as she moved her feet further apart. His feet now stopped just before hers, his body towering over her almost prone form.

"Perhaps the recompense you owe is best paid upon your knees" firmly she indicated the floor between her feet.

Meekly he knelt down where she'd pointed. Upright poised for whatever she demanded of him, still above her as she laid back. He felt the thrill of her thrumming through his entire body, the flesh about his extended cock tightening ever more, feeling like it would tear if his desire rose any higher.

"On all fours!" She smirked as he leaned upon his open hands, bringing his face down between her thighs, the heat from which he could feel radiant against his face. He looked up into her eyes. Her smile therein reflected. "Good boy!". Her free hand slithered down across her hip, index finger outreached.

He was shocked to discover his mouth, mostly dry from the experience, now watered as he watched the now hooked finger pull the lace aside before his eyes. She ran her own middle finger between the gleaming view he now had. He had been wrong, he was certain that his desire rose and he stretched still greater than before.

"Feast Mr Burglar until your debt is repaid! Feast until I say no more!" She breathed. Her anticipation and hope overruling her commanding will. Her fingers outlining where he was required.

Leaning forward he touched the tip of his tongue to her and she sighed at the contact. Slowly he drew his tongue upwards towards the hardened button, separating her slightly. He tasted the sweetness within, then softly lapped, like that first taste of ice cream, spiralled carefully and came away the smallest fraction before pulling back to repeat.

Her entire world became his mouth on her. It had not been her intent to have this happen but the primal desire she had for satiation drove her completely. ***ly her hips pushed closer to him, her thighs wider to allow him easier and deeper.

With each stroke he trailed his tongue between her lips then across her, he was an *** consuming her, repeatedly lapping, filling his sensations with her. She was all he could see, hear, feel, smell and taste. There was nothing but her and her pleasure.

Even with eyes tight closed and head thrown back to allow her to drag air into her lungs her sight was filled with stars. A charge was building deep inside and needed release. She knew her own nails had dug into her palms and should have hurt but only one thing existed.

His mouth moved and she felt a gentle nip of teeth upon her. Her hands splayed open, her eyes wider. One long hard moan like a siren broke her lips. A spiral of static burst within.

He felt her hips pushed hard to his face, her whole body suddenly shuddering. A new sweetness washed across his lips, like sugary fire. Her thighs clamped about his head preventing him pulling back even if he wanted to. He moved his hands from the floor and beneath her buttocks and, instead, pushed his tongue deeper into her and drank her pleasure.

She shook as wave after wave crashed within her. Uncontrollably she shook and allowed the tides to wash her away until she could rejoin the world.




To be continued (if so desired).