The Anniversary
by cricketjeff on April 11, 2008. © Jeff Green, All rights reserved
Lying across the soft silk sheets, she waits, arms bound to the corners of the
bed, not tightly, she can move but not touch herself, frustrated, the silk
ropes hold her sensuously. Sliding on the silk she wishes she could close her
legs but more silk bands keep her legs well spread.
Her lace covered body entices him, stiff, dark, nipples peaking through holes.
They draw his tongue and he licks one. She squirms and the silk slides beneath
her, caressing her bare bottom. With eyes covered like this, more silk, rich
black silk. She has no idea where she will be touched next, all she can do is
anticipate, and feel the cool, soft fabric against her skin, and the gentle
scratch of the stiffer lace where it covers her.
He holds the silk handkerchief lightly and runs it up her leg, spreading it to
cover her moistening pussy. Then, with his tongue starts to push it inside. She
tenses, building rapidly to her climax, her breathing short, rasping. More and
more silk inside her, his tongue more and more insistent, demanding. She can
take no more
“YEEESSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSsssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssSS”
“YEEESSSsssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssSS”
“YESsssssssssssssss”
He stands, smiling, has her attention now. Silk covered hands play across her
lacy body. Squeezing, teasing, tormenting. She does not know what to feel,
still on a high, each intimate touch sends her higher. ecstasy calls her, the
softness draws her, the bondage increasing the sensations.
He stops, looks at her, watches, worries – will he get it right, has to get it
right tonight. Their pleasure is up to him alone.
She waits, she believes, he smiles.
He leans close, so close she can feel his breath moving over her, her breasts,
her stomach, her mound, her thighs. She arches towards him, needing contact,
wanting to feel the lace, soft against his hardness, he moves back, the tension
builds.
He climbs onto the bed next to her, holds her, she feels his robe, it will be
the red one, they found it together in Japan, the writing tells of love and
honour, in gold. Gold on red silk like her tanned body on the red silk sheets.
She groans, wanting him, needing him, and the feel of the silk, still inside
her where he left it, where she always wants it. This was special, their
special day, long planned for long wanted. She had wanted him this way forever,
he had taken time to learn. But he learned and loved her, and now he too loved
the silk and the lace. As he entered her, the silk sliding over him like a soft
and tender condom, he said, “Happy Anniversary Dear”, it is silk for the 12th
isn’t it…
Author notes
They met exactly one year before they were married, and the 13th anniversary is
lace…
For the erotic challenge, a story, on the theme silk/lace.
English