Part 4

She awoke only a short time later. He was asleep too, his hand still resting on her ass. She knew it hasn’t been long because the light in the room hadn’t changed and the cum between her legs hadn’t quite dried yet. Time for a shower.

She turned the water on and looked at herself in the mirror. Her hair was a little disheveled, but she didn’t need to redo it. That’s why she had chosen a French braid. Even when it got a little messed up it still looked good. Her make-up was still mostly in place. She had a feeling she would need to wash it off by the end of the day so she wouldn’t look like she had melted.

She stepped into the shower and began to soap up one of the washcloths that was in there when he stepped into the shower with her. The shower was big enough for two people, but he still pressed up against her. She turned around and kissed him. He then took the washcloth from her and began to wash her clean. She then returned the favor. There wasn’t anything particularly sensual about it, but it was still very nice to have someone clean you off.

The both stepped out of the shower and started to towel off. He paused and watched her for a moment, admiring her figure. She carried on as though she hadn’t noticed him; she had and continued on to let him watch. Neither of them were voyers, but being admired by someone had it’s appeal.

Once they were both dry they hung the towels and went back into the bedroom. He was still flacid, but he still bent her over the bed all the same. He began to kiss her ass, then nibble, then bite it. He then spread her cheeks and began to tongue her ass. Anything he could bite he did.

Bent over the bed she resisted the urge to start touching herself. Feeling his teeth on her skin made her wet again. As his tongue sank into her ass hole she grinned. His tongue felt good everywhere it went. As he licked, nibble, and caressed he began to taste her wetness, which made him twitch between his legs.

He sat back then stood up. “Put your lace back on.”

It was a statement. She liked that he didn’t make it a request and put her bra and panties back on. She took her time, putting on a show, bending at the waste showing off her ass and pussy as she pulled her panties up her legs. They might not be fucking in the next few minuets, but that didn’t mean enjoyment couldn’t be had.

He slipped into a pair of boxers and lead her downstairs to the kitchen. “I don’t know about you, but I could use a sandwich.”

“I could go for a sandwich.”

He pulled all the ingredients out and put them on the counter handing her a plate. He began to make himself a ham and cheese with mayo, mustard, and sprouts. She went for turkey, ham, cheese, pickles, and sprouts.

“Iced tea or water?”

“Iced tea please.”

He poured two glasses of iced tea, handed her one, and lead her out to his back deck. It was a hot day but he had a shaded table and cloth cushions on the chairs. They sat down and began to eat their food. It was a nice deck, the hot tub on one side, a bbq on the other. The yard beyond was small, but it was well cared for. The grass was neatly trimmed and there were a few flowering bushes along the fence, the kind that don’t really need much attention.

Around the edge of the deck he had put up trellices with sheer cloths that could be pulled back to give it a more open feeling, or closed to hide the view from the neighbors second story windows. At the moment they were closed. Even with them closed though the space didn’t feel closed in.

They sat ther in their underwear, enjoy their food and the sun. It was nice to be outside on a sunny day like this. She could fell him watching her. She didn’t look at him though. She just staired out into the yard and the sky beyond, enjoying the breeze that came thru the curtains and his eyes on her. She had finished her food and lay her head back, closing her eyes and sighing. After a moment she looked over at him. Having finished his food he was sitting back holding his drink, still watching her.

“You’ve got a nice place here.” She said.

“Thanks. I’ve put a little work into it and I think it turned out pretty well.”

They continued chatting like that, back and forth, about nothing really; a little about his yard, a little about tv shows, a little about the weather. After a bit they took their plates and glasses back to the kitchen and went into the living room. Flipping the tv on he broused thru his various streaming options to find something to watch. She didn’t really care what was on as she figured they would only actually be paying attention to it after a little while. He ended up picking Game of Thrones, about half way thru season 1.

“Have you seen this before?” He asked.

She nodded. “All the way thru.”

“Me too. Been a while so I’ve been rewatching it.”

They sat next to each other but not cuddling. She had her feet tucked up under her and her arms resting against her legs. He had his legs casually spread out infront of him, his arms draped across the back of the couch. Given what they were watching, it wasn’t long before she felt herself getting wet and glanced over to see him getting hard. He saw her notice, shucked his boxers off and told her to get to work. She repositioned herself on the couch to lean over him, taking his semi-hard cock in her hands.

Before she could take it into her mouth he said, “No, on your knees in front of me.”

She didn’t question it as she slid down off the couch and positioned herself in front of him. He lay his body back, his arms outstretched again, still watching the tv. She began to work him with her hands at first, rubbing the full length of his shaft brushing over the tip with her thumb.

Then she bent over and took him in her mouth. Just the tip at first, wrapping her lips around the head of his hardening cock, letting the pre-cum that started to come out moisten her lips. She worked on him slowly, running her tongue up and down his shaft, never letting go with her hand. Then she began to take him more fully into her mouth and slowly started to suck him, taking a little more in each time. He had lowered one hand to rest on her head as she worked.

It took him a little longer to get fully hard this time, but she just kept working her mouth up and down his shaft till he did. There was no rush after all. As she felt his hand start to guide her head he grabbed her hair and pulled her off him. He bent over and kissed her hard.

He let her hair go and reached over to the side table. He brought over a pair of wide leather cuffs. He took her hands and cuffed them infront of her. She watched him, offering her hands as she saw the cufs come out, wondering what other things he was going to do. With the chain between the cuffs in his hand he lead her back to his room where he tossed her onto the bed. Reaching over the headboard he came back with another chain she hadn’t seen before with a clip on the end. Raising her hands above her head he clipped her cuffs to it.

Then he just stood there and looked at her, a grin on his face. He kelt on the bed next to her and began to run his fingers across her body leaving goosebumps in their wake. He ran his fingers all across her torso carefully avoiding her breasts. She began to shiver slightly at his touch, beginning to wish for his hands to caress her nipples, to cup her breasts and move his mouth to suckle them.

Eventually he moved his hands to brush across her aching breasts with the same soft touch. It made her shutter slightly as he began to flick each nipple. She arched her back, pressing into his hands, straining against the cuffs. As much as she wished she could take him in her hands and stroke him she loved being at his mercy.

He then switched his motions quickly to pinched her nipples, pulling her breasts straight up. She gasp in slight pain and so much pleasure. He held them like that for a moment, gently jiggling them back and forth. She had her back arched up as far as she could to meet him but it wasn’t far enough. Whe he let her go she fell back to the bed. She looked at him silently asking for more.

He moved to between her legs, gripped her hips, and pulled her towards him to make the chain holding her cuffed hands taught. With his hands still on her hips be bent over and rubbed his still rock hard cock against her pussy, delighted to find it slick and ready for him. With one ever so slow thrust he pushed her lips open and began to glide into her.

She tried to thrust her hips to meet him and get him in her faster, but with her hands held and his hold on her hips she couldn’t move towards him any further. This, to him, was the best ways to take control.

It too him ages, it seemed to her, to get his hips to meet hers. When he was fully in, he held there for a moment, grinding himself into her. He slowly pulled out and just as slowly buried him self in her again. He loved watching the aching need and waves of pleasure that ran across her face with each slow thrust he made. He did this one, or it could have been five more from her perspective, before lifting her ankles to his shoulders, grabbing her things, and switched his pace from achingly slow to a furious, almost frenzied, pace.

Her head flew back and her moans increased in volume, becoming almost one constant sound of pure aching pleasure. He had felt her cum one on his dick but wanted more. He took one hand off her thigh and began to rub her clit with his thumb; and he wasn’t going slowly or gently. He wanted to maker her tremble, shanke, and scream.

With the intensity of his thumb on her clit and the rentless pounding of her pussy she began to squirm and shake. The sensation was overwhelming and she didn’t want him to stop. Wave after wave of intense pleasure flooded thru her, one orgasum seeming to build on the other. She screamed in pleasure, her thrashing and shuttering held in check by her bround wrists, his firm grip on her thigh, his thumb on her clit, and his cock still pounding into her.

Eventually she felt them subside, but his thumb kept working as the he hadn’t noticed. She wondered if he was trying to drive her mad. She knew she didn’t have any more in her and little whimpers began to accompany the other noises of pleasure. The cock had to stay but the thub had to go.

What another little whimper she managed to say “yellow.”

He didn’t remove his thumb from her clit, but he did slow from a frenzied pace to a post-orgasum soothing motion; a rubbing ment to calmb. It took only a moment for her face went back to a satisfied state; a post orgasum bliss combined with the continued enjoyment of his cock still ramming into her.

As he saw the bliss take over her face he leaned over her, her legs still on his shoulders, grabbed her breasts with both hands, and with a few final deep thrusts, he came in her. She grinned and purred, watching the primal satisfaction on his face, feeling his cock pumping it’s load into her. She loved the feeling of a cock’s pulsing as it unloaded, held in place until it was empty.

Once the pulsing subsided he looked down at her, smiling, and said “Ok, now don’t let any of it leak out yet.”

She smiled back, squeezing her keagles around his cock and replied “yes sir.”

He slid form between her legs, slowly lowering her legs back to the bed. He stood up and went into the bathroom. She lay there, letting her pulse return to normal but not fulling relaxing less she spill any of his sweet juices. He came back over to her in a few moments, got onto the bed, and took each of her ankles to spread her legs appart so he could look directly at her wet and swollen pussy.

“Ok, let it out.”

She relaxed her muscles and began to feel his cum ooze out between her legs. After a moment she pushed a little and saw him grin. He reached down and began to spread his cum, now mixed with hers all over he pussy, sliding one finger, than another, into her just to feel her insides. He played with her, spreading their cum on her, for a mew minets. After the wonderful punishment they had taken, it felt good to have his hand on glide over her, soothing her most sensitive area.

When he was satisfied and she was looking like she was about to fall asleep, he slid his hand up her body, crawled up beside her to undid her cuffs from the chain and released her wrists from the cuffs. He helped her sit up, then stand from the bed, and guided her gently to the shower. She didn’t need the help, but she liked the feel of his hand and arms supporting her. They stepped into the shower and slowly soaped each other down, rinsing away the sweat and cum, leaving them clean and smooth.

“I think it’s time for a nap.”

“Another one?”

”Why not?”

There really was no good reason. So they toweled off, put the covered back on the bed, and climbed in. They lay on their sides, facing each other. Her amrs around him, his arms tucked out of the way so he could press him self up against her. They fell asleep like that, with her this time climbing her prize.