Inside our cozy little sanctuary, I drop him onto the bouncy mattress of our big old wooden bed and his instant laugh is a little surprised but definitely pleased.
I move quickly to turn on the light - not wanting to miss the sight of him for even a second - and then dim it so it only softly illuminates the room.
I turn my head towards him again just as he is scooting backwards on the bed to make himself more comfortable.
He looks coyly up at me and then slowly slides a hand down his jeans and starts touching himself. His movements are unhurried but firm, his eyes trained directly on mine.
My mouth suddenly feels dry and before I can stop it, a strangled little cough escapes my lips. I notice how the dimple on the left side of his cheek deepens as the corner of his mouth lifts in a devilish smirk. He tugs a bit on himself and the head of his cock becomes visible above his waistline. He lets his fingertips dance over the tip.
Two big steps later and I'm on the bed, crawling towards him on my hands and knees. For a moment I hover above him, giving him a chance to prepare for the impact of my weight, and then I let my arms buckle. He lets out a muffled 'oomph' before my kisses silence him.
Stretching out I make a conscious effort to cover him from head to toe with my body, loving the feel of him writhing beneath me. "Mine," I whisper into his mouth, the word boiled down to a breathy "mmnnh" by our kissing.
Nibbling at his chin, sucking on his adam's apple, tasting the salty planes of his chest, I slowly work my way down his body until my mouth meets with the part of his erection sticking up from his jeans. Inhaling deeply, nose halfway buried in his bellybutton, I suckle on his hardness yet revel in the softness of his skin against my tongue. He sighs blissfully and lets his hands run fondly through my hair.
Shifting my hands from where they've been resting above his hips, alternating between squeezing and pawing at him, I inch them under my chin to work the buttons of his jeans.
His cock springs free from the confinements as my non-verbal communication of tugging and pulling urges him to lift his hips from the mattress. Sitting back on my heels I pull his pants off completely, and then take a moment to simply marvel at the beauty of him. Laying there as he is, all naked and ready for me, the soft smile on his lips and in his eyes speaking volumes of love, my breath almost hitches in my throat and I have to close my eyes for a second. Big mistake. I should've learned by now, that that is when he strikes.
One moment only my eyes are closed, but when I open them again, I can see the mischief written all over his face and in an instant I'm on my stomach with my hands pinned over my head.
Straddling me with a knee on either side of my hips, he leans forward to take a long swipe with his tongue along my spine, ending with a kiss to the hair on the back of my neck. And then I feel the mattress bounce and I hear his feet as he hurries across the floor and into the hallway.
Well, that was unexpected. Puzzled, I let out a huffy breath, turn over and prop myself up on my elbows.
At a somewhat more leisurely pace than his exit, he enters the room with a "Ah, no, you don't. On your stomach. Hands above your head." The hat's back on, and he's brought the rope back with him as well, fingering it calmly while adjusting the loop.
"Eh," I say, but one raised eyebrow and a suggestive smirk from him later, I decide to comply. Not losing eye-contact with him for as much as a second I roll back over, hesitantly reaching up to grab the headboard in front of me.
He nods his approval and then starts swirling the rope above his head. A smaller loop than downstairs in the bar, because although spacious up here, it's still easy to hit the walls and we've got so much stuff hanging everywhere. But of course he doesn't hit anything.
With a look on his face that is both serene and sinful at the same time, he nears the bed, closing in on me. I turn my head around as much as I can without letting go of the headboard to follow his every move as he climbs the mattress behind me. Moving forward on his knees only, he continues to play with the rope.
Finally, when he's content with his position, he seats himself on my ass, and I love the way his weight is pressing me down, even if it's slightly uncomfortable on my erection.
And then he starts moving. Riding me at that Same. Fucking. Pace. that had me so enthralled downstairs. One hand kneads my shoulder before running along my side from armpit to ribs. A heavy shiver ripples down my spine, but only when he snakes his fingers under me to scrape a blunt fingernail over my nipple do I do it again. Close my eyes, that is.
And he's so fast, rope coiling around my wrists, tying me to the bedpost, before I even know what's hit me. "Damn!" I exclaim into the pillow, frustrated with myself for being this easy, but also knowing that this is a game with no losers. In fact, he's already making up for it with wet kisses on my back, my neck, my ears, throaty little sounds accompanying each one. Lastly, with a ringing slap to my ass, he rolls me over and comfortably seats himself on my thighs...