“Your boobs didn’t get the attention they deserve.”
She just smiled at me.
I sat her on the ottoman and gathered her hairdryer and brush and a few other items together and then set about drying her hair. When this was done, I tied it up into a ponytail and slipped an eye mask over her head. She giggled quietly and turned and felt her way onto the bed, crawling up on her hands and knees. I was tempted, oh so tempted, watching her bum wiggle, grabbing glimpses of her pussy, but I resisted.
When she lay, face down in her estimation of the middle of our bed, I moved on the edge of it. It made me smile as her head spun in my direction and she tensed a little.
I lay a hand on her thigh, “Shh.” It warmed my heart to feel her relax under my hand.
I got off the bed and opened her moisturiser, then squirted a little on my hand. Standing at the end of the bed, I lifted one of her feet and with my other handheld out to the side, watching her other foot, ready for the kick I knew was coming; I kissed her big toe.
“Fu…” She tensed, then relaxed again.
I kissed the tip of each of her dainty toes. She hated her feet and could never understand how or why I kissed them like this. My response was simple, “They are part of you, how can they be anything but beautiful? How can I do anything but love them?”
It was when I dragged my tongue along the sole of one foot, that the other one came at me. She twisted and turned as I grabbed her flailing foot. Profanities poured from her mouth and I couldn’t do much more than laugh. I pushed her feet apart and dropped between her legs. It was then I took the opportunity to start to fulfil her request. I kissed and sucked and nibbled at the top of the inside of her thigh. While she continued to try and kick me, I held her hands and finished the love bite, the first of my marks for tonight.
She settled, she moaned a little and I could smell her rising arousal. With a pat on her bum, I pushed myself up and repeated, without the lick, what I had done to her other foot. I rubbed lotion into the toes and insteps of both, touching her soles was not a good idea now. When I had moisturised the bottom of her legs, I slipped on a pair of frilly ankle socks. She visibly relaxed, wearing socks, for her, made her feel a little safer. For me, it had become a bit of a turn on. I had always had a thing about boots, any boots, there did not have to be anything overtly sexy about them, just boots. This little kink of mine seemed to have shifted and morphed to include frilly, lacy, feminine socks.
I ran a hand up each leg to her knees and then squirted a line of moisturiser along her thighs. Kneeling between her knees, I worked on each in turn, moving higher, but being careful to come close to her pussy without touching it. Each time I got close her hips rose, each time I pulled away, she gave a little puff of frustration. I did similar with the bum, so pert, firm but soft. I did lean over and blow a few times as I parted her cheeks. As I progressed, her breathing got harder and harder, more ragged with each passing second.
Moving up, with my knees outside her legs, I tucked myself between her thighs, causing her to moan. I massaged lotion into her back and sides, working higher, touching harder and softer, squeezing and pushing. I could feel her muscles ripple and twitch at my different touches. She started to move her hips, rubbing herself against me, she was getting more frantic as I reached her shoulders. Her breath was coming in gasps now, my hands slid down her arms until our fingers interlocked. I lay down on her back, touching skin to skin, I was taking my weight, but we were one body.
I kissed her neck, licking, sucking, nibbling. Her movements more frantic as she pushed herself to a climax. As her legs tensed and tightened against me, I dropped my weight onto her, stopping her movements.
“You bastard!” she gasped.
I kissed her ear, “You missed the ‘r’ again.”
She giggled. “I spelt baby wrong too.”
I kissed her ear again and squeezed my hands and legs around her. She sighed and relaxed under me.
I jumped off her and swatted her butt, “Turn over, I’ll get you some water.”
I checked my drink from earlier and the ice had melted, so I knocked it back and filled the glass with some more ice. I then grabbed a couple of bottles of water and returned to the bedroom. Standing in the doorway, all I could see was the most beautiful vision. She had removed the ribbon and tied it around her left wrist, with both arms a little away from her body and her hands face up. Her golden locks lay over our pillows and her shoulders, over her boobs, her small nipples standing erect, poking through the strands. Her flat belly was moving gently up and down as she lay waiting, naked and vulnerable. With her legs slightly parted, I could see the lithe muscles of her calves and thighs, and I let my eyes wander up to her naked mound.
“I can hear you breathing.”
“Just admiring the vision of beauty before me,” I replied, she just smiled.
Sitting on the edge of the bed, I moved her arm out of the way and put the bottles and glass on the bedside table. I opened a bottle and put a hand behind her head, supporting her while she drank her fill. I put the lid back on and took the other bottle, watching the condensation trickle down the sides, I waited. When a drop reached the bottom, I held the bottle over one of her boobs. Patiently, silently, she lay there, expecting she didn’t know what, a tongue ran over her lips in anticipation. It took days, even weeks as two drops broke free from the bottle, falling through eternity, racing against each other.
Proving Galileo correct, they landed at the same time. She gasped taking in a huge breath, her chest heaving, her nipples growing as they became even more erect. I put the bottle down and reached into the glass and pulled out two cubes of ice. I ran one down her nose and she opened her mouth in response, and I ran both cubes around her lips. She kept reaching up, trying to suck on them, to get some of the moisture in her mouth, whimpering when I pulled them away.
I lifted her chin and ran one then the other cube down her neck, she swallowed as I did. Then I marked out her collarbones, before dragging them down the centre of her chest. Her breathing was becoming more rapid now, ripples running over her belly, her boobs rising and falling. As I ran the cubes between her boobs down to her belly, she let out a whine.
“Boobs,” she pleaded. I could almost see her doe eyes through the blindfold.
My only response was a smile, that I could feel was splitting my face. I marked the outline of her boobs with the cubes, circling again and again. The circles getting smaller on each turn, closer and closer to her nipples. They were standing hard now, higher still as she pushed up against the ice. Her head was back exposing her neck to me as she started to pant.
I moved about, moving the cubes to the opposite boobs, shifting my body. When the ice circled close and finally touched her nipples, she let out another gasp. Panting hard, I held the ice against her nipples, rocking them back and forth, her panting getting harder. I rested the ice on her nipples and opened my fingers and then drew them together over her boobs gathering the ice as it slipped down. Repeating this a few times, her hands started to grip the sheets as she climbed towards her climax.
