He watched her approach, his cock rising as his eyes slid from her naked breasts to her swaying hips.
When she stopped by the side of the bed, he took a deep breath. He could smell her, the heady scent of woman and sex filling his lungs. He made to reach for her and was stopped short by the rope binding his wrist.
She laughed then, low and sexy.
“You promised to stay still,” she whispered as she trailed one finger down his chest.
She climbed onto the bed then, her knees straddling his hips. And he devoured her with his eyes…
He watched as she leaned forward, her breasts hanging before her as she braced her hands on his chest. He reached up, straining to capture one nipple with his lips, but she eluded him.
Tsking softly, she placed a finger over his mouth. “Naughty.”
She came to rest on his hips, trapping his cock so it pressed against his stomach. Holding his eyes, she rocked. Forward and back, forward and back, moving her wet cunt along the underside of his cock until he was rocking up to meet her.
He was fixed on the slide. Hoping with each forward motion, she’d move just enough that he could slip right inside. She was determined to tease him, denying him the luxury of fucking her. The motion, the feel of her, the sight of her body was enough to send his body into near overdrive. She quickened her pace as though she he’d come any moment. He felt his balls tighten up and strained against the rope.
“Please,” he found himself begging. Hoarse and more needy than he’d ever been in his life.
He was shaking when she lifted and guided him inside her cunt. She barely settled him to the hilt when he was coming.
“No matter what you say, you love when I tease.” She leaned in to press her lips to his.