God I’ve missed this.
This expression. This communication. This interaction. His vulnerability. His need of me. While in his lap, I forgot about the loneliness, the exhaustion, the confusion, and the waiting game I played for Stenton’s ultimate commitment. When I felt the sweat beads from his thighs against my arms, I knew he was nearing.
“Zo, baby, not like this. I don’t wanna come like this,” his throaty cry was raw and so…masculine. I missed having a man in my bed, at my mercy, in my mouth—and suddenly in my body.
I released him from my mouth with one final suction. When my eyes met Stenton’s face, I saw his bottom lip between his teeth. His tattoos were all glistening, his chest lifted and dropped with hyper rhythm. And his long and lean arms were raised above his head where his wrists were tied together.
Stenton agreed to me tying him up tonight. Having had more than an amenable day today since our heart-to-heart over lunch yesterday, we’d had a wonderful time talking, playing with Jordan, and even ended the day by going out to a quiet dinner alone. Eligia kept Jordan while we continued catching up.
When we returned, Stenton gave Jordan his bath, I fed him then handed him back over to his dad to be put down. For the first time in over a year my heart didn’t feel so weighed down. We’d paid my tuition for the upcoming semester, sealing the deal for me to fulfill my dream. Stenton seemed just as excited as I was. What better way to celebrate than with our sweaty bodies rubbing against each other in passionate fury?
When I handed Jordan over to Stenton to put down, I threw the question out there with little expectation of him agreeing to letting me tie him up. In all the time Stenton and I had been together he’d only entertained me a couple of times. After our lunch together yesterday, he pulled out the restraints from one of his bags and we played for hours into the night.
Tonight, I had him in simple nylon restraints using one pillar of the bed. With the way he wriggled underneath me, I didn’t know how long he’d stay this way, so I quickly grabbed a condom to sheath him before sinking down on him.
“Sssssss…” he blew through his teeth, feeling the friction.
I was too excited to go slow. Something about having him tied up made me appreciate his reasons for inclining to this particular kink. Stenton’s muscles bunched and even rolled at times as he pulled against the device encasing his big wrists. I moved up and down on him, enjoying the fullness of him inside of me. Stenton started to move with me, flexing his hips up from the mattress as I pushed down on him. I saw the tip of his pink tongue peek between pinched lips and decided I wanted to feel that, too. I lowered my torso to capture his lips and rolled my tongue around his mouth as I rocked my pelvis against his. Stenton felt amazing and I could feel my orgasm stirring.
Suddenly, I needed his hands on me, so I quickly rushed up his long arms to release the swivel snaps of the D-rings and separated the restraints. This wasn’t the easiest feat considering how tall his is. It was somewhat like climbing a tree. It was such a far reach that Stenton had to thrust alone as I released him.
Before I was completely done, Stenton yelped, “Fuck, Ni?a! I’m about to come! The shit you do!”
Then his big hands slapped my skin as he clasped my hips, ramming into me. My eyes slammed shut as I felt pleasure spikes shoot through each corner of my frame. My orgasm hit me quicker than I expected, and abruptly I was engulfed in immeasurable bliss. As my body began its first waves of euphoria, gyrating uncontrollably with pleasure, I grabbed the post he was once attached to and could hear Stenton’s ragged breaths beneath me as we met our release together.