Page 29 of Kissin Irish by Morgan
Coming up behind her, I moved her hair and kissed the crook of her neck. Reaching around her, I undid her shorts and let them drop to the floor.
She kicked them away. Turning to face me, she pulled her tank over her head to expose a red lace bra with cleavage spilling over. They matched her tiny panties.
Her hands landed on my chest. “It’s time you get naked.”
She didn’t have to tell me twice.
I was the luckiest man alive.
My colors hit the floor first, then my shirt and my jeans. I stepped out of my underwear and smashed my body against her. Her hands went up my chest to my shoulders. Down my arms and around to my back, she experienced my muscular build.
“Do you like what you feel?” I asked her.
“I don’t know yet,” she joked, her hands going lower to grab my bottom. “This is nice.” She squeezed my cheeks.
My erection hit her tummy. “There’s more to me than my arse.”
Cece bit her lip, sliding her hands around my hips to find my lad. She felt for my pubes first.
“I made sure to trim them short for you. No clowns here.”
She laughed as she gingerly felt for my rod. Her breath hitched in her throat as she found it.
“How do you like that?” I asked her.
Cece giggled, “It’s bigger than Jason. Warmer too.”
She took a real hold of my pipe and the time for chatting was over. My mouth found her earlobe as she stroked me. Cece sighed as I nibbled her neck. I couldn’t help but take her lips again, forcefully, as she tugged on my loose skin, almost rubbing me raw. I planned to tie her up and have my way with her, so I broke our kiss. I stepped out of her hold.
Taking a rope, I bound her hands together in front of her. She gasped a little, wincing a hair as I tied the knot. I watched her every move. Not taking my eyes off her, I took a choker from the wall, along with a chain. Cece jumped as I placed it around her neck. Reaching up, she sensed the leather and the loop on the end.
“What’s this?”
“It attaches to the chain and to the bed. So, you can’t get away.”
She breathed heavier. I ran the chain across her plump lips. Her tongue shot out to lick it, arousing me more.
Latching the chain to her collar, I led her to the bed to sit.
“Lie down.”
After she did, I went to the top of the bed and latched the chain to the hook on the right bedpost. Leaning over her, I brought her arms over her head. I kissed her upside down, thinking of what I planned to do next. Would she freak out on me? Even though her hands were tied, I took another chain from the wall and shackled them to the left bedpost.
“What are you doing?” She asked.
“I told you I wanted to tie you up and have my way with you.”
Cece gulped. “You could at least tell me what you’re doing, step by step.”
“Any other time I would. But you’re blindfolded. Blindfolded girls don’t get told what’s happening. This is supposed to be a surprise.”
“For me most things are a surprise... I’m meant to just lie here and wait?”
“Exactly. That’s the whole point. The anticipation.”
Taking another cuff from the wall, I went to the foot of the bed again and clasped it around an ankle, binding it to the bottom post. I followed suit with the other foot and the other post until Cece’s legs were spread wide open. A red lace strip laid between her milky thighs. Without any warning, I grabbed a hold of it and tugged hard, ripping her panties clear off.
Cece made a noise of surprise as her knickers completely disappeared. I bent, going straight for her smooth pussy. I buried my jowls between her stretched thighs. She whimpered in delight as I tickled her clit. Sticking my tongue in her slit, I tasted her essence. Wet for me, she trickled like a spring as I licked her out. She wiggled against my lips as I sucked her clit between my teeth. Cece bayed and cooed as I pleasured her until she was howling and trembling.
