I enter the room, and see you sitting on the edge of the bed. You’re wearing nothing but a scarf that is wrapped once around your neck and then hanging down over your breasts, hiding them from view. The ends of the scarf collect between your thighs, covering your pubis in a perverse approximation of modesty.

I stalk toward you and you lean back and let your arms support you. I run my hands along the scarf, first on the outside and then the inside, feeling the warmth and softness of your skin. I grab your hips and lift as I push you backwards, sliding you onto the bed until you’re centered. I’m looming over you, now. I gently take one end of the scarf and wrap it once around your left wrist. I roll to the side and pull the scarf taut until your arm is fully extended and reaching toward the post just above you. I tie the scarf securely to that post, then calmly walk to the other side and repeat this for your other arm.

I return to the foot of the bed and look at you, admiring my own handiwork in binding your arms and body to the bed and causing you to be fully exposed and open to me. Your legs are pressed together, and your face suddenly seems uncertain.

I approach, sliding my hands along the outside of your legs from your feet to your knees. As I reach your thighs, my hands shift inwards and I press outward. You shiver as you spread your legs at my silent command. Your head lolls back against the duvet you lie atop of, and you gasp as you feel my breath against your vulva.

The gasp turns to a moan as my tongue flicks out to caress your throbbing clit. The moan continues, and builds, as my lips close over that pleasure center and I suck it into my mouth, teasing and licking as do so. My fingers move from your thighs up to your lips and I spread you apart, bringing my mouth lower to lap at the juices that are now flowing from you.

You buck your hips at me while I assault your most private of places with my mouth and fingers, bringing you close and closer to climax. Just as my teasing becomes almost unbearable, I stop. You feel nothing but cold air for several moments as you groan and bound your hips in frustration. You open eyes you didn’t even realize had closed and look at me just in time to see me let me trousers fall and crawl back onto the bed.

This time there is no preamble. As I move over you, my hardness slips inside with perfect aim. The wetness of your gaping hole allows me to plunge deep with no resistance. Your legs wrap around me as my thrusting begins in earnest. I prop myself up so I can look down at you and watch your face react to each insertion. I smile as I press our hips together, grinding my pubic hairs against your clit and rubbing deep within at the same time.

I begin to move faster and faster, spending more time thrusting and less rubbing against you and you can tell that I’m approaching my own orgasm. You can feel me grow harder and pulse within your tunnel. One hand roams your body, feeling your breasts, nipples, waist, and hips.

Soon enough we’re both on the edge and watching each other. Your hips stiffen just as I thrust in for the last time, and we both cum.