Give and Take

I hear your sudden intake of breath as my finger glides along the smooth sensitive skin
that leads a path back to your dark star,
and I feel you shiver as my finger lightly massages that crinkled rim.
Your cock jumps in my shifting hand as I apply just enough pressure with my finger
to lightly penetrate you, not far, but enough to let you know that I want to explore every part of you.

I sense that this new stimulation may be too much for you,
as your cock pulses madly in my hand, but I'm not ready for you to cum just yet,
so I ease back my finger and remove my hand from around your shaft.
My hands, still very slick with oil, move their way up your chest,
and I follow with my body, flowing up and over you.
Unbeknownst to you, I have spread some of the same oil over my breasts,
so that my torso glides with ease up over yours,
my tits first sliding up and around your cock before trailing up your abdomen,
to rest pressed tightly against yours as I lay with my full length on you.
My mouth finds yours and I am now consumed with lustful hunger,
eager for the oral stimulation of your lips and tongue,
even as I slide my body side to side over yours.
My nipples stiffen once again, and I feel a fresh flow of wet heat between my legs
as my arousal rises to an all-new high.

Once again I rise and move off of the bed, going to the footboard
where I loosen the ties around the posts and move them towards the center,
so that your legs are closer together.
I reach for something on the bedside table before returning to your side,
and I lean over to give you another kiss before dragging a new item
over your abdomen and chest.
I see your forehead frown in concentration as you try to guess what this new object is.
You note a certain cool hardness, but also length and flexibility.
To ease your bewilderment, I trail the item up and over your face,
sliding the long strand of faux pearls through your lips,
letting your tongue taste the size of the pea-sized beads.
Your eyebrow arches comically; you now know what it is, but what is it for?

I lift the strand and let it lightly flow down your neck,
pulling it snakelike across your chest, moving it farther down your abdomen,
letting it puddle in a pile around your navel before tugging it southward once again.
I see a sudden look of concern cross your face as you try to guess my intentions.
No, silly. Not there. Not this time, anyway.
I grab your cock with my left hand, holding it tall and proud,
and with my right hand I thread the first few inches of the strand around your shaft,
and continue to work thus in a spiral, winding the pearl necklace around you
until your entire shaft is encircled in the pale white beads,
with the shiny surface of each bead reflecting the candles around the room.
What a magnificent sight!

I wrap both of my well-oiled hands around your bead-encrusted member,
applying just enough pressure so that you can sense the dozens of individual beads
as they roll against you, a multitude of fingertips caressing you.
My hands move up and down and twist from side to side,
creating a range of movements that you have never felt before.
I see generous drops of precum oozing out from between the pearls
and I lean down to savor them greedily with my tongue.

That taste is enough to set me off, and once again I'm overcome by my own lust.
I straddle your hips, and unwind the beads so that your shaft is once again
fully exposed to my hand.
I place the necklace around my neck so I can feel it swing across my breasts,
and I lean forward to remove your blindfold,
wanting you to see me, and to look into your eyes as I continue.
Wrapping one hand firmly around your shaft, I begin to stroke you,
firmly and purposefully.
With my other hand, I reach down and spread my lips,
shuddering as I brush the head of your cock against my clit.
I'm slippery with a mix of oils and my own juices,
and your tip glides deliciously and smoothly against me.
As I continue to stroke you, I rub you down my lips and back up again,
back…and forth…moaning each time the slit of your cock passes over my clit.

Caught in your gaze, I watch you as I rock back and forth while stroking you,
using you to please myself, feeling your shaft getting even harder in my hand
as I become more frantic in my movements.
The pearls are bouncing across my slick breasts and my face is starting to bead with sweat as my speed increases.
My grip tightens on you as I feel the semen begin to rise through you,
and I hold the tip of you still against my clit, whimpering in anticipation.
The first splash of your hot fluid sends me over the edge,
and I continue to flick the head of your erupting cock against my clit,
my pulses matching yours, the bliss of our climax bringing tears to my eyes.

Finally spent, I collapse against you, reaching up to undo the scarves that hold your wrists, and to remove the earplugs from your ears. I slide to your side, curled up with my head against your chest, my arm around your waist. "Thank you" I whisper "for taking what I had to give, and for giving me what I needed to take.

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