Unnamed – Act 4, Scene 2

“I hope you saved some for me” the Mistress says as she turns to face her Master, lacy nightgown swirling and settling over her curves for barely an instant before he pounces, tackling her to the bed with a deep, passionate kiss. She moans a weak surrender into his mouth as he rises to his knees over her, slowly unwrapping her with disciplined hands, baring her perfect body to him. Her sensual curves bear a beautiful network of red, pink and purple lines where he’s marked her, just as his body now bears her own mark.
He takes a moment to appreciate her beauty before he lowers himself down to her neck, kissing her softly, tenderly, making a little trail of kisses slowly down her neck, over her shoulder, into her generous cleavage. He kisses, licks and nibbles a slow spiral across her left breast, feeling her heart speed to a thunderous gallop as his fingertips caress her right, lips and hand reaching the nipple at the same time, fingers and teeth pinching gently but firmly, tugging the full orbs playfully by the most sensitive bits, then letting them slap back down before reversing, his mouth now closing on her right nipple as she grinds her wet, clenching pussy eagerly against his stomach. He wraps his free hand tight around her waist, a little squeak of confusion and pleasure escaping her list as he pinches her nipples again, slowly building her pleasure like an artist composing his masterpiece.
She whimpers with desire, clawing desperate handfuls of the silken sheets before he finally releases his grip on her waist, kissing slowly down the tense muscles of her stomach, licking her bellybutton suggestively, looking up to see her head thrown back with helpless desire.