The Unnamed Lovers

She felt a shiver run down her body as his breath brushed lightly across her neck. He was so close to her she could feel his heart beating like mad, and she knew how much he wanted her. Despite this knowledge he moved slowly, his lips only slightly making contact with the most sensitive parts of her neck.

Her hands ran down his back, her fingernails scratching just hard enough for him to feel it through his thin shirt. She just barely heard a growl as his control slipped and he pulled her close. One hand roughly cupped her ass and another wrapped itself in her black hair.

His lips found her collarbone and roughly traced it. She moaned softly as the excitement built and she dug her fingers into his hair. His grip tightened around her and her body molded to his.

With a louder growl he pushed her roughly against the wall of his hallway. Immediately his body was against hers and his teeth scraped her neck. She opened her mouth wide to moan in ecstasy, but before the sound could escape he crushed her lips beneath his.

Instead she groaned throatily into his passionate kiss. Their tongues danced together as their hands roamed each other’s bodies. She felt his rock hard cock press against her hip and she felt a rush of wetness.

As if reading her mind he pulled her into his room and pushed her down into the bed. He could feel her shaking with excitement. He climbed on top of her and continued to kiss her neck. The sandpaper of his short beard tickled her and she giggled, but it turned into a moan as his hands massaged her chest.

“Did you bring it?” he asked in a deep whisper.

“Yes,” she moaned into his kiss. She pictured the extra bag of clothes he had asked her to bring and thought she might know what they were for.

Almost like thinking of it made it so, she heard the buttons of her shirt popping off and felt her shirt open. His rough hands brushed her flat stomach. She lifted slightly from the bed so he could slide the remnants of her shirt from her shoulders, and in one smooth snap he had her dark red bra undone.

In a heartbeat she was half naked and was tugging at his shirt. She lifted it easily from his shoulders and pulled him closer so their bare skin was pressing together. He kissed down her neck to her 34B chest, and he took one of her erect nipples in his mouth and gently sucked on it.

She cried out loudly as his teeth grazed her sensitive skin. His hands yanked at her jeans until they found the button and zipper, which were undone with almost superhuman speed. Again she lifted herself from the bed and let him slide her pants off, revealing a tiny red thong.

He kissed down her stomach to her hips, tracing the tiny thong with kisses all around it. He could smell her arousal, could feel every shake of her body as his lips made contact. Her fingers entwined in his long dark hair and yanked this way and that, bringing more growls to his lips. With a seductive smile he bit down on her thigh and she squealed.

Moving up her body he grabbed her right arm and pushed it above her head. Butterflies attacked her stomach when she heard the sound of Velcro ripping. With a practiced hand he slipped the soft restraint over her wrist and refastened the Velcro.

It only took a minute to fully tie her down, legs and all. The ties were soft but strong, and she couldn’t move more than an inch in any direction. She felt her heart beating so quickly that it felt as if it were going to jump out of her heaving chest.

He heard her quickened breath and brought his fingers to bear against her skin. Slowly and torturously he brushed them against her skin, just barely making contact. Sometimes she wasn’t even sure his fingers were still touching her, but she could feel the heat radiating from them.