He yanks on the rope, pulling me to him, and kicks the door closed behind us. No lights are on, and because my eyes need time to adjust to the darkness, I can't really see him, but I feel his breath ghosting over my face. I close my eyes and purse my lips, ready for his mouth, but I'm left kissing only the empty air as he moves to release me from my light bondage instead.
He loosens the knot and then lets his hands follow the path of the rope, as he pushes it up, his fingers catching the rolled-up sleeves of my shirt and scrunching them up even higher on my arms.
For a second he lets his warm hands rest, kneading me gently, but then he sets in motion again and lifts the rope the final stretch over my head. I hardly even hear it as he drops it to the floor.
Instead, I immediately make good use of my newfound freedom and wrap my arms tightly around him, holding him as close to me as I possibly can, before I slide my hands down his back so I can grope that luscious ass of his. He grinds against me and I feel his muscles working, encouraging me to squeeze even harder.
His movements transmit straight to my groin, and I have to bite down hard on my bottom lip to quell the urge to just throw him down on the floor and take him right then and there.
Trying to draw out the inevitable a little, I nuzzle my nose into the soft hair behind his ear and plant wet, little kisses on the skin below. But just a few kisses later it turns into open-mouthed sucking instead. He'll probably end up with a hickey or two, I muse, but he's just so fucking delicious, I can't help myself. He lets his head fall back and gasps, the sound instantly making my cock twitch and my hands grip him a little tighter.
He's moving against me as if still dancing to the song, his hips and cock bumping against me, and it creates the most wondrous friction as I try to mirror his movements while holding onto him.
Lifting his head, he leans forward and starts kissing my neck in response, and our chests press closely together. He's so sweaty I can feel the moisture of it as it starts to permeate the front of my shirt. He moves his hands down to grab the edge of it, but seemingly changes his mind mid-action and instead of pulling it over my head, snakes his hands under it and runs them caressingly over my skin, all over my skin at once it feels like, and I squirm with pleasure. I'm still unwilling to let go of his ass but just to up the game a little, I slide my hands down his jeans so I can palm his buttocks skin to skin. He grunts and thrusts against me, and then grabs my hips, his thumbs pressing on the inside of the bones.
To distract myself from how ticklish I am right there - and make matters worse simultaneously - I turn my head to catch his lips and once our mouths touch, it is damn near impossible to separate the two of us. He is sucking just as hard on my lips, my tongue, my breath, as I am on his.
For minutes, hours, who knows how long, we stay like this, kissing fervently, until finally he draws back a fraction to take in a shuddering breath. A few seconds more and I would have been the one to cave in.
No longer joined by our lips, he also chooses this moment to slide his hands out from underneath my shirt. For a second I'm almost disappointed, but then I register with delight how his heated fingers start working on the top buttons. I close my eyes and let his tugging and pulling tell me how far he is. Only three buttons down, he impatiently tries to push the fabric aside and I press my chest forward, but apparently it's not working to his satisfaction because he grabs the sides and simply rips them apart. I can hear the tiny sounds the buttons make as they scatter to the floor. I have to let go of his ass for a moment as he, with a triumphant groan, pushes the ruined shirt off of my shoulders and lets it fall down behind me.
And then he is pulling off his boots and I know it won't be long before we hit the bedroom so I quickly follow his lead and kick off my shoes, trying a little inelegantly not to lose my balance when I reach down to discard my socks as well.
Both bare-foot and clad only in jeans, I grope frantically, trying to put my palms back where they belong. My hands slide over his slick skin, but the second my fingertips reach the top curves of what I consider to be rightfully mine, I give an involuntary jump as I feel him palming my cock.
He nuzzles his mouth into my neck and mutters under his breath while rubbing me hotly, and I cannot help the instinctive thrusting my hips do. God, that feels good.
Moving his fingers slightly I feel how he pulls the zipper and frees this aching part of me. And then he is pushing my pants down, and I'm finally stripped completely naked as I helpfully step out of them, practically shivering with anticipation now.
He snakes his strong arms around me, and from the delectable curves of his backside, I move my hands a little further down to get a good hold on the back of his thighs and lift him onto my hips. He wraps his legs tightly around me and the rough denim of his jeans scrapes teasingly against my erection as I carry him to the bedroom.