Page 93 of Playing For Keeps
“I’m right there with you.” With my dick throbbing like I have it tied up, I find her entrance and slide into her. “Fuck, you’re so tight and wet. You feel like velvet inside, squeezing me in a warm grip. It’s perfect.”
I make love to her for a while as I tickle her skin andsensitive areas. She moans and groans as I glide in and out, connecting with her as closely as I can. I breathe in her lavender and vanilla perfume. Everything about her gets fused into this encounter with her.
“Jami, this is intense. You feel better than you ever have. Bigger for some reason.” She pulls on her restraints, twisting her hips as much as she can.
I fuck her good, circling my hips and pressing myself against her swollen bud with each move I make. Thrusting, grinding, and sliding into her until I’m about to go over the edge.
I place my hands on either side of her face, holding myself up, and stare adoringly into her eyes. “I love you more than words can say.”
“I…” She starts to say it back but squeezes her eyes shut. “Oh my god. I… I…”
She tightens around my cock in rhythmic pulses, and I know she’s shattering in a way she’s never experienced. The moment suspends in the air as I still and witness her unraveling beneath me. She tugs and yanks on the ropes like she forgot they were there.
I thrust into her, burying myself until I’m balls deep. The way I’m angled each time I pull out and pump back into her, I glide over her ripe sex. She screams out my name as she comes harder.
Her body shakes and trembles. Her grip around my shaft compresses in waves, taking me to the other side.
“Fuck, temptress. I’m coming…hard.” I find her mouth and invade it with my tongue.
I calm myself and ride the ripples and currents until I can’t take any more. Her body beneath me softens as I drop on top of her. I take a few quick breaths, knowing I can’t keep her tied up like she is.
I rise and pull out of her. “Let me get some salve and a warm towel.”
“You can find me here when you come back.” A playfulness dances in her eyes.
I laugh and shake my head as I get off the bed, snagging my bottoms off the ground. “After all that, and you still need another lesson.”
Working back into my pajamas, I rush to get the items I want to use on her. This experience should be enjoyable, and aftercare is a must. It’s probably the most important part of a session like this.
Once I get back to her, I sit beside her and carefully place a warm towel between her legs and release the ropes above her head. “You might be sore tomorrow. It’s nothing to be worried about if you are.”
“That was…incredible.” She studies my execution as I take my time untying her legs.
“Yeah?” I flash her an encouraging smile. “Tell me what you’re feeling.”
“I can’t put it into words, but I liked it. One second I was high on endorphins, and the next I was a little frustrated because I couldn’t move the way I wanted.”
“Did that bother you?”
“No.” She rubs her wrists and sits up.
I twist the lid to the salve jar off and scoop out a dollop. “Here, let me help.”
I run the ointment around each wrist in a light, circular pattern. She smiles at the sentiment. Warmth spreads through me as she sinks into the pleasure of my aftercare.
This is my favorite part of a Shibari session. There’s an intense connection that streams from one partner to the other. Trust is deeper and more profound.
I continue to undo the bindings around her limbs and her body while applying the soothing salve over the skin that seems most irritated. With each rope that falls away from her, she relaxes a little more. After the release she experienced, she should sleep well tonight.
Once she’s free, I adjust myself so I’m behind her and massage oils into her skin. Red and purple marks are already forming along her shoulder blades and back.
My stomach clenches, and guilt thunders through me. “Dori, I need you to tell me when the ropes are too tight.”
She peeks at me over her shoulder. “They weren’t.”
Using a gentle tone in case she’s feeling emotional, I prod her more. “You’re bruising. That tells me it was too much. At least for your first time doing this.”
She lowers her head, and tears sprout from her eyes.
