Man of Mine

I lay in bed naked, spread wide open to him. His mouth is on me pressing tantalizing little kisses on my inner thighs daring to lick once the bundle of nerves that forces a groan out of me. He's good at this, enjoys it even and I wonder where he's been all of my life. Harm's got this precision, this control that I once made fun of and now I yearn for. He can't get enough of pleasing me, an act I thought would just be quick and efficient like the rest - a method to get me wet and ready for their length.

Not Harm. He actually enjoys this. It's clear by the way he moans as if I'm touching him, stroking his length but, I'm not. In fact, my hands are tied, stretched above my head and bound by a silk tie wrapped around my wrist and cinched to the iron headboard.

His teeth nip the inner part of my thigh, a pinch that sends a jolt of sexually charged electric current to my core. Christ, I'm sopping wet and he hasn't touched me there yet, not really because he likes the tease, the slow torture. And sometimes, he's just as bad as I am, wanting it hard and quick but, not today. Today he's slow, methodical and it's driving me insane. His tongue finally parts my folds, a long slow lick that forces my hips off the mattress. He chuckles at this, pushes me back down and locks his hands around my hips to stop my incessant gyrations. "Patience Marine."

Jerk. He knows what he does to me and he knows he does it so well. That sweet, sexy, arogant, jerk I so happen to be in love with. "Ooooh." And so he begins with his tongue, lapping, licking... the tip introducing itself to that bundle of nerves digging beneath the soft skin. He's slow about it searching for the pearl inside and then stopping once a long moan comes out of me. There's that teasing again, the slow lick down, his tongue probing my entrance. It's rough, warm and wet and as it pierces me all I want is to hold his head there grind into his face until he makes me come hard.

"Mmmm, you taste so good, Sarah." Lord, my heart stops every time he says my name especially in that low, seductive voice that tempts me each time. He nuzzles his face into my sex and his warm breath fans over sensitive skin. Harm stops his ministrations and I feel the bed shift beneath me. Besides being tied down he also has me blind folded so that I can't see a damned thing. It only means that my sense of touch is heightened and when he returns after an eternity (it was only a couple of minutes) I hear him walk in with something clinking.

"What is that?"

His only answer is to laugh; a low rumbling kind that's so sexy it turns me on just a little more. Harm doesn't afford me an answer just comes back to the bed laying beside me whatever is in his hands clicking again. A rough palm presses against one breast, gently fondling and he moves again. Once he does I discover what he went in search for. "Ice."

With a mouth that is both hot and cold he latches onto my other breast, swirling the cube with his tongue around my nipple. It burns a little, just a quick sting that he laps up with his tongue as it melts on my flesh. "Oh God.' The pull of his mouth on my nipple is like a slice of pure pleasure being sent straight to my core, tightening it, making me want so bad for him to fill me.

He's good at that too, you know? And the thought of him thrusting in and out of me has me wetter than before. "Like that?"

"Mmm. Hmm….Oh." I nod and then he latches onto my other breast letting the ice rest on the sensitive skin a bit longer so that I feel the liquid pool down my side. He takes the ice away, using his tongue to lick every part of my skin that the ice touched.

The bed shifts again and I hear more clinking which makes me realize he's reaching for another cube. This time he places it on my abdomen, just above my navel. There's this intense hot and cold sensation as he drags the cube across my body with his mouth and once again licks the condensation off.

"Harm please." I'm not above begging. Especially as he grabs another cube and starts moving down the length of one leg. He's desperately slow and I hear a rumble of laughter when I squirm as he purposely avoids my sex.

Instead he moves up and down my other leg, the combination of cold and warmth making my core clench as he stops just a fraction away. He must. have taken the cube and held it in his hand or maybe...oh God..maybe it's still in his mouth? A cool drip of liquid falls on my bikini line. One drip and then another.

The coolness does nothing to relieve the ache as my over sensitive body can feel even the smallest of droplets sliding over my skin. He melts more ice over me, each droplet now falling right over my excited core, a few drips that land right on my clit and raises my hips off the mattress. "Please, oh please."

He chuckles again but doesn't say a thing, the only sound is the soft jazz music playing off my radio in the living room and the creaking of my bed when he shifts yet again. Harm's gone. I know he left because I no longer sense the heat of his body.

I wonder what other plans he has for me or if he's merely content on torturing me until I self combust.

"Where there's ice...there's fire." Harm says upon his return and I mildly wonder if he's into wax fetishes. Not that I would mind testing my own boundaries but not blind folded or tied down. He places something on the nightstand that has the faintest smell of peppermint.

I ready myself to feel the fire and instead it's a warmth that presses against my core - his tongue that is far hotter than I'd ever sensed it. He drips cool ice over my folds and once again usea that hot tongue to lick it off.

Over and over both sensations are used to bring me to the brink until he drops onto the bed and presses his cheek against my inner thigh. I'm about to beg again but mercifully one long finger slides into me. I'm so wet its effortless and when one finger becomes two that slow build begins to grow exponentially.

He's good at this too, the slow gliding of fingers in and out of my greedy core. Never fast, Harm slips them in and out of me in a rhythm I rock my hips into. My wrists ache as I fight the restrains, my body eager to feel more of him not just those fingers.

He curves them up so the press against that secret spot most men can't find. Harm can, of course and has added that to his arsenal of things that can make me scream his name in pleasure.

I'm close...so close. My heels dig into the mattress, my hips thrashing against his palm. I squeeze his fingers with my inner muscles, press hard to pull every delicious inch of those fingers inside me. The tidal wave is about to crash, it crests just above us when I feel his fingers pull out.

A groan of dissatisfaction comes out of my throat and Harm shifts once again. "Oh wow."

His mouth is hot but not unpleasantly so. It's hot and makes my sex tingle when finally, finally his mouth comes over my mound. He moans and the vibration feels like tiny electric shocks that make me even wetter.

Harm wraps his hands around my hips, holding me tightly while his mouth drinks from me and takes me to new heights. His tongue parts my folds, piercing as deep as possible, the tip curling, searching. I'm on the brink again and his taking of me has me on the edge of insanity.

Rough hands tighten their grasps and his face buries into me. God I feel every sensation, hear every moan, every sound of slickness that he licks and nibbles. And when his mouth finally finds my clit, he wraps his lips and sucks until I scream his name.

I must have passed out, something I'm embarrassed to admit but when I do come to, I'm untied, blindfold removed and laying wrapped in a comforter. My body has the most luxuriously sated feeling and I turn to find Harm laying next to me with his head propped up. When he grins, it's smug and sexy because he's well aware of exactly what he did to me. "Knocked you out huh?"

I roll my eyes and he just laughs. "First time for everything."

"Do I hear a challenge in your tone, Colonel? Because I can happily spend a lifetime between your sweet thighs making you fly."

Oh Lord, he's so full of himself. If I didn't love him I'd likely smack him instead, I wiggle out of the comforter enough for my hand to touch his length. He's at half mast and just a few strokes has Harm standing at full attention.

He's magnificently long and thick. And when my mouth takes him his hips jut upwards. I taste the salty moisture from the tip, swirl my tongue around and swallow it down. He tastes good and before long I'm moving up and down his shaft in slow, rhythmic fashion that has Harm calling my name in broken syllables.

I don't finish him off, punishment for the hour long torture he put me through. Instead I raise myself up, stand on the mattress and slowly impale myself over him.

That glorious length slides within me, stretching and filling. I'm still wet. So wet and needy that when I rise up and come down on his lap, my core greedily clenches around him. "Aww hell…."

Harm's holding onto the headboard and I reach over to tie one wrist and then the other with the same ties that bound me. I make certain the restraints are tight enough to prevent his escape and then begin to grind my sex aginat his with growing urgency.

He pulls at the ties, tries to break free and I almost laugh at his attempt. Instead my hands grab his shoulders for leverage, my hips move faster and faster, stealing his breath everytime I pump him in and out of me.

How he broke the restraints I'm not sure but within seconds Harm has me on my back and the heavyweight of his body covers mine. He plunges deep into me unrelenting and so very hot. Each thrust brings us closer. Each touch burns across our sensitive skin.

When we come it's in unison, a blissfully explosive culmination of body and soul that I will never get enough of. I don't mind that his exhausted body lays over mine. I love the feel of his hot skin, the droplets of sweat that meld with my own. My arms wrap around him and hold on for dear life.

I say another silent prayer for this wonderful man if mine.