A Rough Night - Sex Stories

A Rough Night

... lust as he looked over my silken lingerie dress. I wanted him so bad I was tongue tied. The back of his big hand trailed over my breast. My nipples were hard and stood out against the soft fabric, almost as if they were straining to be touched by him. He pulled me fully up onto the bed and on my back. Kneeling over me, his head dropped and his warm lips overtook mine. He trailed warm kisses down my neck and pulled down the straps of my dress. He placed a careful kiss over one nipple and I could feel the warmth of his tongue playing with the tip. Then his tongue slid away and the sharpness of his teeth nipped around me. The switch from soft sucking to warm biting sent sensual shivers up my spine and I arched up against him, pulling his head to my breast. He switched to the other side and I moaned as, again, his teeth tantalized my nipple. He was exciting my body and making me crave more of him. Suddenly, his mouth left my breast and his warm body moved off mine. He came back abruptly with the rope and his large body loomed powerfully over me. He dipped his head and brushed his lips over mine, then grasped my hands and held them above my head. He tied the rope around my wrists, pulling them tight and then he attached the rope to the bedframe. I pulled against the constraint and asked him, “Do you know what you’re doing?” He brushed his lips over mine again and said, “Yes. Do you trust me?” I nodded. Of course I trusted him. He pulled the rest of my dress down my body, the silky ...

... fabric running over my skin as he pulled it off and tossed it aside. He moved over my breasts again, teasing and nibbling on them while his fingers moved up the inside of my thigh. Slowly, his thumb traveled up and over the lips of my pussy to stop at my clit and apply soft pressure. He then trailed his finger back up and down and around my pussy. Leaning over me, his gaze met mine as he slipped in a finger. The pressure of his finger inside only heightened the craving I had for him. I moaned and arched up against his hand, pulling my hands against the rope. He lowered his hot mouth to my lips and while our tongues tangled together, he slipped in another finger. His first finger was gentle, but with the second finger, his movements grew harder. He tore his lips from mine and moved over my breasts and down my stomach with his hot, wet kisses. His mouth covered me and his tongue slipped over my pussy, teasing me with what he was about to do. With his fingers inside, he moved his mouth up over my clit, instantly sending sparks of desire throughout my body. His fingers fucked me and his mouth had me gasping and moaning. I wanted to reach down and touch him or grip the sheets, but my hands were bound. Since he had been the one to tie me, I felt as if the constraints were a sign of his power over me. Even though he had control over me and my body, he was giving his full attention to my physical desires. He was driving me wild. I barely realized it was happening until my legs shook ...