Just a little chunk to get you through till the weekend ; )
HG
After that, everything seemed to fall into place. We continued to work together flawlessly during the day. If anything, we became even more efficient, even more in tune with each other. I could anticipate her needs before she voiced them, and she mine. We were a formidable team. And at night, we came together in trust and faith. We shared our bodies and cherished the magic that blossomed between us.
I slowly introduced different aspects of sex to her. I did them one at a time, allowing her to adjust to each experience fully before moving onto another. The second week we were together, I tied a blindfold over her eyes and laid behind her on the bed, thrusting into her softly while she listened to our rapid breaths and focused on the feelings shooting through her body. The next night I put the blindfold on again and added a pair of muggle earphones, blocking out all sound except for soft classical music. Then I took her on her stomach, massaging her back and letting her shut out every sense but touch.
A week after that, I took a silk scarf from her closet and tied her hands with it. I still couldn't bring myself to hold her hands down, but I wanted to introduce her to the idea of restraint in a safe and comfortable manner. The material of the scarf was so light that she could rip it if she wanted to. She could be free in an instant. But she didn't. She stayed tied up while I worshiped her body with my own.
A month later, she convinced me to allow her to try pleasuring me with her mouth. I had serious doubts about it. All I could think about was how I'd seen her the night I'd killed her father, on her knees before him, sobbing while he forced himself into her throat. If I couldn't see past that one time, how could she see past all the times it had been done to her?
Despite my firm insistence that it wasn't necessary, in any relationship, she was determined to try. She said that she wanted to be able to do anything she damn well pleased sexually, and that included fellatio. So I allowed her to sit between my thighs on the bed, studying my erection rather like a puzzle she wanted to solve. If not for the fact that she was blissfully, arousingly, temptingly naked, I was certain I would wilt under the intensity of her scrutiny.
She finally wrapped one hand around me and lowered her mouth until I could feel her soft breath against me. Her tongue came out quickly, swiping over the tip so swiftly that if not for the blistering pleasure that surged through me, I might not have known she'd touched me at all. I clenched my teeth and dug my heels into the mattress to fight my body's natural reaction to her torment. She seemed to enjoy watching me fight the waves of pleasure, because she did it again. I hissed through my teeth, clenched my hands into fists and stayed rigidly still. After that, she seemed to make it her personal
mission to see me squirm.
She experimented with different strokes of her tongue, different grips with her hand. She gave me soft licks, long sucks, little flicks with her tongue and firm squeezes with her hands. I finally gave in, allowing my body to writhe in pleasure at her ministrations. She took some kind of sympathetic pleasure in my own pleasure, seeming to revel in the way she could bring me to the edge with only a few flicks of her tongue. I warned her each time she got me close, each time I almost lost my grip on my control. She would pull me back from the precipice with a shy smile and continue on.
Just when I was sure she would drive me mad with lust and need, she moved her tongue wickedly across the crown of my cock while her hand stroked the length of me in firm, quick movements. I groaned, gasped that I was about to come, and gave a hoarse cry of relief when she kept going, allowing me to orgasm. She drew her mouth back and continued to move her hand over me as I spent on my stomach, jerking and twitching with the intensity of the climax. When she was certain there was no more pleasure to be wrung from me, she snuggled up under my arm, and the little minx whispered that next time, she was going to try and bring me off with just her mouth- then swallow.
I nearly bit my own tongue off.