The sequel to Under The Blindfold, submitted by Catalyst
She cracked a lazy eye open and peered at the clock. 12:23 a.m. She closed her eyes, warm and contented, and then brought them open again at the strangeness of what she was feeling. Usually she spread when she slept, arms and legs akimbo. But he was the one who was spread across the bed, and her head was pillowed on one of his outstretched arms. What an opportunity, she grinned to herself, and went to work.
After tying him down without waking him, she licked across his left palm and drew his index finger into her mouth. One of her hands ran up the length of his thigh.
He awakened with a bit of a start and she let his finger pop out of her mouth to smile at him. "It's tomorrow," she said, kissed him on the nose, and then on his lips, diving in deeply with her tongue only to draw back when his reached out to her. "Ah-ah," she cautioned, and drew the blindfold over his eyes. He felt her weight on the bed, felt her shift positions until she was holding herself over him horizontally. He shivered as she blew across his skin, lips a quarter of an inch away. She moved slowly all along his body, careful not to touch it with her own. She was driving him mad! Her tongue darted out occasionally to leave hot spots on his collar bone, neck, nipples, belly, hipbone, and inner thighs. Hot spots that she cooled with a breath.
She sat back on her heels and looked and smiled. At this point her boyfriend would be commanding that she straddle him, take him in deep, where it hurt. But she could do whatever she wanted. She could feel her lips grow long and hot and moist just at the thought.
He growled a little, low in his throat, when she ran her hand up along his body, feet to knees to hips to waist to shoulders, and above to meet his hands as she stretched over him like a cat, pressed her breasts to his chest. He could feel her moist against his arousal, could feel it as she shifted to bring in closer to her.
He let out a long breath as she moved upwards still, and away from him, but then he felt the wonderful feel of her nipple against his lips. He pulled against the restraints in an effort to cup it, but she would only let him suck, and only for so long, and then she was moving down his body again, biting him gently everywhere.
When she reached his arousal she stopped, briefly, resting her head in the crease of his leg, smelling his heat and her moistness where she had rubbed against him.
Slowly she swirled her tongue are his head, and felt his penis jump against her lips. Licked, sucked, hummed, and held him hard in her mouth and throat until he was fucking her face, and they were both moaning.
She drew away quickly, and he strained against the restraints, cursing quietly until he felt her moist lips and her hand around his shaft. It was an odd, disembodied feeling but one he wasn't quite analyzing at that moment.
She sank down slowly on him, feeling full and reached down with one hand to rub and stroke her clit. She came in a sudden brightness of light and colour, gasping at the surprise of it when he moved against her.
She moved slightly forward and untied his hands and he thrust rhythmically inside of her. She was so full, so stretched, and so sensitive, but as he thrust into her she threw her head back and rode him, feeling him spasm and come inside of her and she came quickly again, surprising both of them.
Easing from him she kissed nose, throat, and sweat-slicked stomach. Untied his feet, and undid the blindfold. Kissed him, and let him taste himself on her.
"Sorry," she said as she pulled away and lay against his chest.
He laughed. "Why?"
"Because today was supposed to be for you, and I'm afraid that was completely selfish."