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“Good, so let’s have some fun. Take off your shirt and lay back.”
I did as she asked, settling against the pillows.
She crawled up the bed wearing her nightshirt and those knee high socks that made her look sexy as hell. Taking my right hand in hers, she moved my arm away from my body before pulling a rope from the side of the bed. She held it out in front of me, raising her eyebrows in a silent question.
I shook my head, pulling my arm back. “Nee. I told you—”
“I promise, I’m going to wrap it around your arm. I won’t tie you to anything. I want to show you the shibari knots you like.”
I wanted to make an excuse and run, but the need to feel what it was like to have that rope bound against my skin felt almost desperate. Despite the fear bubbling in my chest, I held out my arm. “Okay.”
I watched as she placed the thick rope around my wrist, wrapping and tying it up my arm to my shoulder. It took her a while, the intricate knots taking time to tie. By the time she’d finished near my shoulder, I was so hard I wondered if my cock could cut glass.
“Do you want me to tie the other arm?”
“Yes,” I croaked.
“Tell me what traffic light color you’re on.”
“Green.”
“And if I took off your sweats, so I could see how hard you were?”
“Green. Do it. Fuck.” My voice sounded strangled, heavy with a need I wasn’t sure I’d ever felt before.
My body burned, my cock ached, my joggers were wet with precum and she’d not even started on my other arm. I wasn’t sure where to fix my eyes—on the rope bound around my arm or how beautiful she looked, taking charge and showing me what I needed when I’d never understood it myself.
Rolling down my sweats, Ionee pulled them off, leaving me naked apart from the rope binding my right arm.
“Wow,” she groaned. “That is impressive,” she said, her eyes fixed on my cock that was hard against my abs. Unbuttoning her shirt, she let it slip from her shoulders, leaving her in just her pink lace panties and her knee high socks.
“You’re beautiful. Is it okay to admit that I want to touch you?”
“You can tell me anything.” She smiled, making me feel safe to be honest with her.
“Then I want to touch you.”
Ionee moved up my body, pressing herself over my cock, the thin layer of her panties the only thing between us. I lifted my unbound arm to her throat, gently collaring the base of her neck, causing her nipples to pebble and her coffee colored eyes to darken.
“Sit up,” I whispered, and she moved without question, positioning herself over the shaft of my weeping cock. I groaned from the pressure, sucking in a breath to calm the burning need that had awakened and was demanding to be noticed.
Turning my attention to the beautiful woman in front of me, I trailed my fingers down her body, circling her dusty-pink areola before moving between the valley of her breasts, over her flat stomach, and the curve of her hip, finally resting my palm on her thigh. She braced her hands on my hips as I moved; I watched as her eyes closed and her head tipped back while her lips parted slightly.
She didn’t rush me, didn’t question what I was doing, didn’t let out those fake moans I’d heard from women in the past. In fact, I’d never felt so relaxed with anyone before. When she spoke again, her voice was huskier, and I noticed a thin layer of sweat covering her skin as if the effort of holding herself back was taking its toll.
She shivered as she refocused her attention back on me.
“I like your hands on me, Arch. Color?”
“Still green,” I replied as my free hand skimmed up and down her thighs, noticing the wet stain on her panties, which made my body hum even louder.
“I’m going to sit here and bind your arm. You still good with that?”
“Yes.”
She lifted a second piece of rope and began the process again, her hips rocking gently against my shaft the entire time. I didn’t know how long it took; I didn’t care. I could have stayed like that forever.
“How does it feel?” she asked as she tied the last knot.
