Headboard

Headboard August, when the heat of summer is at its peak. But that heat can't compare to the one growing inside me. I loved this room. The grey blue walls. The dark wood of the furniture. The high ceilings. However, the center of attention is the king size bed piled with pillows and crisp white linens. I unhooked my skirt. Slipped it over my hips and let it hit the floor. The blouse followed. A peach satin bra with lace trimmed cups and matching French cut panties were all that remained against sunkissed skin. I pulled the comforter back and rolled it to the end of the bed. I sat on the edge of the bed and waited. We were taking an afternoon off. The anticipation already had me wet. I'd been thinking about his hands all morning. The way they felt - just a little rough, strong. I leaned back on my elbows. Eyes closed. If he didn't hurry, I was going to have to start without him. I craved his touch. Fifteen minutes passed before I heard the garage door open. I heard his keys drop on the counter. I could hear him move into the kitchen. Cabinet doors opened and closed. Ice clinked from the refrigerator door. I heard his footsteps on the hard wood floor. Then they stopped. The linen closet opened and closed. He stood in the doorway. To him she looked stunning. He marveled at skin tinted caramel from the summer sun. He loved her shoulder length hair. The chestnut strands thick and heavy. He loved how it felt twined around his fingers or sliding across his stomach. Her breasts looked so full. Her hips rounded. When I turned my head to him he saw the look; I saw the tray in his hand and I new my emerald eyes gave away my excitement. I watched as he walked into the room and sat the tray on the nightstand. He reached a hand to me so that I would stand. I leaned into him and felt just the slightest brush of his lips. His hand warm across the base of my back. "Are you ready?" He asked. I felt a shiver go through me. I felt his hand slide up my back. I felt him release the hooks to my bra. He slipped the straps off my shoulders and as he pulled it away I felt his finger rub right across my nipples. His hands moved to my hips. As he bent, his thumbs hooked into my panties. As he lowered them across my hips and down my thighs. His mouth followed. I lifted one foot, then the next. Until I was standing there, naked, waiting. "Are you ready?" He asked again. I nodded and crawled up into the bed and took my place right in the center. "You remember the rules?" "Yes," I replied. "Tell me." I reached my arms behind me and found the smooth, dark spindles of the headboard with my fingers. "I know the rules." "I'm not starting until you tell me," he said quietly. My nipples were already tight and my pussy was already moist. I took a deep breath. "I can't take my hands off of the headboard. Somehow they have to keep touching it. No matter what you do. If they come off, you stop what you are doing and I don't get to cum." The afternoon sun was placed streaks across my skin as it passed through the windows. "That's right." His voice wasn't a whisper. Just soft enough with a hint of strength in it. His tongue touched the tip of my ear as he spoke. "Don't let your hands come off. No matter where you feel my mouth," he said as I felt his tongue move down my neck and across my collar bone. "No matter where I choose to touch you," he said right before his tongue flicked across my right nipple. Then he blow across it. "I love how it gets so hard and pink," he said. "Makes me want to nibble on it." Then his teeth nipped my breast. His tongue rubbed against the nipple in his mouth. Watching him teasing me was so sensual. His dark hair and blue eyes were a deadly combination. I loved the feel of his hands. A man's hands - not soft, not rough - just strong and confident. Those hands reached up, unbuttoning the shirt he was wearing revealing a hard chest as he slipped it off his shoulders and let it drop to the floor. The bed sank as he straddled me. He had left his slacks on but they did nothing to disguise the treat I knew was waiting on me. I could feel his cock against my stomach. I knew this turned him on as much as it did me. He reached up and I felt him touch my hands which were holding firmly to the headboard. Then his fingers lightly trailed down my arms from my wrist to my shoulders. I shuddered and knew that the game had begun. He leaned over to the nightstand and picked up a small hand towel. He folded it length wise three times. The he looked me in the eyes before he asked, "Trust me?" His voice had a hint of laughter in it but I knew he would never hurt me. "Always," I answered. Then he reached up and laid the towel across my eyes. The next sensation was his kiss on my lips. So soft, yet so enticing. His lips slowly moving against mine. His tongue slipped inside my mouth exploring my mouth. I could kiss him for hours. I reached for his head so I could feel his thick hair in my fingers. The kissing stopped. He sat back. Nothing. "Shit," I said. Moving my hands back to the headboard. "You know it's hard for me not to touch you to." He waited until my hands were securely in place before I felt his hands on my breasts. He rubbed the palm of his hands across them. I could feel my nipples against the palm of his hand. He rubbed in a circular motion. He squeezed them together. He kissed them. He licked them. He cherished them. My breath caught and he knew just how to illicit those sounds from me he enjoyed so much. "Your skin turns the prettiest shades of pink the more you get excited," he said. His hand touched my throat, "It goes from here...all the way to here," he said moving his hand down my chest and across my stomach. "Know what else turns the darkest shades of pink?" He asked. I could feel him moving down my body, settling himself between my legs. His palm settled across my pussy. "You have the prettiest pink, slick pussy baby," he said. "And when I suck it...when I lick it...when I fuck it, it turns the deepest shade of pink. But it's not quiet time for that yet." I don't know if the sound I made was a moan, a sigh, or a gasp of frustration as I felt him slip off the end of the bed. I reached to find him. I craved his touch. The towel slipped off my eyes. And he took a step away from the bed. I reached for him and he just shook his head. I dropped back against the pillows with an exasperated gesture. "That's not fair!" "You want me to quit," he asked, knowing the answer. "Hell no," I said. "Then you know what to do," he said. I settled back into the pillows and reached my hands behind my head. He picked up the towel and laid it across my eyes again. "Such a pretty picture like that." I could tell he moved back to the end of the bed. He picked up my foot. He started rubbing the arch. I'm so glad I stopped yesterday and got that pedicure. My toes were polished a perfect shade of purple. A sound resembling the purr of a satisfied cat slipped through my lips as he rubbed my foot. Lifting my leg higher he sat it on his shoulder, moving his hands to work on my calf. Then he reached that spot right behind my knee. I felt his tongue drawing little circles against it. Making me squirm. It was an delicious feeling. "Mmmm why does that feel so good?" I asked. Then he went to work on the other side. Stroking, kneading, moving up and down my legs. I felt him move away and heard him moving things around on his tray. He moved back between my legs. Pushing them wide apart. I felt him wedging his shoulders between my thighs. Then settling in. "You know I could eat you for hours," he said. "Your pussy's already glistening. I bet when I slide my fingers inside you you'll be dripping wet for me." His fingers spread my lips apart. I knew he was looking at all my folds. My slit. And it made me even wetter. His fingers were moving all over my pussy. Up and down he stroked. Tormenting my clit. Making me crazy with want. Then he touched it with his tongue. It was freezing. He'd had an ice cube in his mouth the whole time he was warming me up. I sat straight up. He looked up at me. "Where's your hands?" "Fuck!" "I'm trying, but not until you get back where you're supposed to be." I laid back again and grabbed the headboard. "Hurry, please!" "Need something," he asked teasingly. Then he went back to working my clit. "You should see how pretty you look. Your clit is hard as a nail right now." Each stroke of his tongue sent spasms through me. He could feel my thighs tremble against him. Then he added his finger inside me. Then the second one. Pumping me. Then he took his finger and found that spot inside me that made me come unglued. He rubbed across it, making my back arch, but I didn't let go of the spindles. Nothing was going to pry my fingers loose again until his dick was deep inside me. "I can't reach that like you," I said. When I played with myself, I couldn't get deep enough with my fingers to have the same effect. That touch moves everything to a whole new level. He can find it without even trying. He sat up, pulling his fingers from my pussy. Leaned forward and coated my lips like lip gloss. "Taste how sweet you are," he said. I licked my lips. He started to cover them again and I drew his finger into my mouth. Sucking on it like I would his cock. I ran my tongue around it. I felt his cock throb against my leg. "Don't let go," he said. Then he pulled the pillows out from behind my head. "Slide back." I slipped back until my head touched the head board. "Now roll over." I was lying on my stomach with my arms outreached holding on because I didn't want him to quit. He must have reached for an ice cube because I felt the cold start at the base of my neck and moved slowly down my spine. Then his warm lips started the same path. The hair on his chest tickled my back as he moved, kissing each individual vertebra. It wasn't the change in the temperature that caused the shiver to course through my body. It felt like each nerve ending in my body was alive and sparking at the same time. His hands moved lower, kneading my hips. Then I felt it again. He drug that ice cube right down the crack of my ass. "Ahhh," I said. In a voice that didn't even really sound like mine. My hips seemed to lift on their own wanting more of his touch. "You want me to fuck that pussy don't you darling? You want me to touch it don't you? You need it don't you?" Then without warning I felt his fingers thrust inside me. I couldn't help making that noise. It felt so good. I pressed back with my hips wanting him deeper inside. He just kept his hand still. I could feel him, jammed inside me. My pussy gripping his fingers. Then his thumb found my ass and he started pumping his fingers in and out of me. "Oh god," I said. "I'm going to cum if you keep doing that." "No you're not," he taunted. "Cause I'm not ready for you to do that." "That's not fair," I groaned. "But that's the way it is," he said and I could tell he was smiling. "Sit up on your knees with your ass in the air." I maneuvered around trying to find a comfortable way to get in position while still holding on to the headboard. One hand kept rubbing my hips or reaching underneath playing with my tits while he continued pumping and teasing me with the other. He'd get me right to that edge and just stop. Over and over. He was making me crazy. I don't know how long he kept me in that frenzy. My body was quaking; craving that release he kept denying. "Roll back over and lift your hips," he said. I did. And I felt the pillows slide underneath me. Lifting me to him. The touch of his mouth on me had a heat coursing through my body. I felt his fingers spreading me apart. His tongue stabbing at my pussy. I felt him everywhere. I was so sensitive to his touch. Each stroke of his tongue drove me deeper. My thighs were trembling. My breathing was fast. I could feel myself so close. Then he stopped. "No," I cried. "My hands haven't moved." Then I realized he was shedding the rest of his clothes. I loved looking at him. He was just how a man should be; broad shoulders, narrow hips, and that thick cock pointing right at me. He settled back between my legs. He took his cock in his right hand and began rubbing it up and down my slit. Then with the thumb on his other hand, he started rubbing my clit. I couldn't be still. I wanted him in me. I could feel how wet I was. I knew his cock would be covered in me. It was sliding so easily against me. So close. I could feel my body tensing. Maybe this time he'd let me come. There was sweat on my chest. Even the breeze from the ceiling fan didn't cool my want. "Fuck." The single word left my lips and his cock slammed in me as my orgasm hit. I felt my pussy clenching against him. My hands found him. He grabbed my wrists. I thought for an instant he was going to stop again. But he didn't. He just kept stroking, fueling that fire moving through me. Then I felt him explode. Filling me with his cum.