She stands before me with longing in her eyes. I can see her lower lip tremble as I lean closer for the kiss, but before our lips touch, I pull away so that she just experiences my breath on her lips.
She strains against the leather straps holding her to the a-frame erected in our room. Her body yearning to be free. She looks at me with that look again… my hands gently floating over her skin millimetres away from touching her.
As my hands glide over her shoulders, her torso raises as if she is willing me to touch her breasts, but I shy away, keeping, just far enough away to tease her further.

My lips move closer to her neck, my hot breath on her skin, a gentle touch of lips on skin, to let her know I am here. Her body straining to be free of the restraints keeping her from me. I move in behind her, my hands barely touching her skin and move to the strap of her bikini top.
I do not fumble. I do not struggle, I gently, slowly pull the string and let it fall. Slowly I walk around to the front, where I slowly, making sure not to touch her skin, lift the small piece of cloth away from her swollen areolas. I gently bow down in supplication before her beauty. My breath hot on her skin.

She arches her back again. Willing her nipple into my mouth, but my worship is not yet complete. I move away and take a step back, admiring her form.
“If you move, I will stop and leave you here,” I say as I look at her sternly. Her body surrenders as she realises the truth in my statement. “Now behave or you will not get any relief.” To emphasize my point I gently pat her on her mound with a cupped hand.