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The ice cube all melted, he stood back and stripped. Out came the lean and tanned abs, the bulging biceps. His pants and underwear fell to the floor, revealing his dick.
My hands jerked under the rope, responding to a need to touch him.
Fluidly, he climbed on top of me, pushing my legs open a bit more. With a quick flick of the wrist, he smacked my clit, causing a hot mix of pleasure and sharp pain.
I pushed my hips up towards him, silently begging for more of whatever he felt like giving me. Whatever he had, I would take it. At this point I needed to be touched so badly I couldn’t afford to be picky.
Holding the base of his dick in one hand, he parted my lips with the other hand and edged forward. The tip of his length pushed against my opening but didn’t enter.
Gingerly, he slid it up and down my channel, teasing us both but never giving in.
I pushed forward a little bit, trying to get him to enter me. Catching on, Angelo froze and shot me a reprimanding look. I stilled.
Instead of sliding up against me again, he flicked my clit. I cried out, riding a wave of pleasure that took me nearly halfway to a release. Before it ended Angelo pushed into me, burying his full length.
I braced myself for pummeling, but he set an easy rhythm, gently pushing into me. Taking one of my knees, he arched my leg back and hit me at a gentler angle.
His soft groans filled the room, their sound just as exciting as the sight of his naked body.
Pleasure bundled and then spread through me, making me struggle for breath. Angelo moved even more slowly, reaching up to rest his hand against the base of my neck.
Sweat dripped down the center of his abs and fell onto my stomach. Leaning forward, he closed the space between us and rested his chest against mine.
One hand wrapped around the back of my neck. My face turned to his and my lips parted, allowing his tongue to slip between my teeth. His motions sped up a bit and my pleasure ratcheted again. I cried out against Angelo’s face and wrapped my legs around him as the orgasm shook me.
Grasping the back of my neck a bit tighter, his nails digging into my skin, he shuddered with release, taking some time to descend from his orgasm.
Angelo’s tongue ran across mine, the kiss so deep and intense my jaw could come unhinged.
For a long, long time we lay there kissing. Heat filled the room and pressed in around us. The sweat on our skin chilled and cooled us down.
My arms ached from staying in one position so long, but I didn’t try to move them.
Angelo’s hand ran down my side and nudged its way between us. It pressed against my sore clit and I squirmed.
“No,” I huffed.
He didn’t listen, instead just teased and rubbed. The discomfort of the touch subsided and good feelings filled me again. I arched my back and cried out into Angelo’s neck.
Spent from the second orgasm, my head dropped back against the pillows. Angelo nipped at the spot under my ear. My eyelids grew heavy.
“Can’t… move,” I muttered, half asleep.
He rubbed his nose against my jaw. “That’s great.”
I scoffed. “Are you planning to untie me?”
“Who says I’m done with you?”
“Angelo!” I cried, my eyes snapping back open. “I can’t stay here all day.”
He chuckled and reached up for the rope around my wrists. “Relax. I’m done with you… for now, anyway.”
His promise of more made my skin itch. Turns out I hadn’t been satiated at all.
I turned my face to look him straight in the eyes. “What’s next?”
He grinned wickedly. “You’ll have to stick around to see.”
