Blindfolded Conductor

He held her in his arms after they had fucked for the 3rd time that evening. His chest, pressed into her back. Her pert ass, pressed into his groin. Their bodies desperate to be closer to each other. The mood was soft - slow. Aftercare - bliss. He turned her onto her back and rested his head on her glorious, supple breasts. His hand traced the outline of her radiant face, fingers barely touching the skin. He raised his head to plant soft, tender kisses on her forehead.

"I'm so proud of you princess; you did so well"

She beamed and quietly mouthed "Thank you."

She was tired, but she was content - and contemplating more. They did not have much time together, just stolen rendezvous in the evenings. Every second was precious, every shared breath a gift.

He brought his head back to her breast, looking longingly at the other. Lying on his left side, his right arm was free. It glid like a figure skater along the edge of her body. Starting at the breast, swirling down her abdomen and diverting off down her thigh. She moaned in approval and arched her back, ever so slightly towards him. He knew she wanted more of him, but he wasn't ready yet. He couldn't disappoint his Queen, though; It was time to give her some pleasure.

His face edged forward slightly, his tongue creeping out from his mouth slowly, so slowly, to lap at the proud nipple in front of him. Circling the areola with the faintest of pressure before spiralling in towards her sensitive nipples. Their meeting was impromptu, he didn't have what he needed - he needed to adapt.

He rose to sit on the bed and looked his love in the eye. He covered her eyes with his left hand and she gasped in delight - she knew what was coming. There she lay, unable to see where his next touch would come from - the excitement built in her. Her knees came together as her hips writhed on the bed. She silently begged for her hands to be restrained...

His hand hung above her body, spoilt for choice. Where would she expect his touch to land first? Her neck was first, gently caressed - his fingers spread like a fan running down her neck - the lightest touch, creating that divine electrical sensation. The one that makes the hairs stand on end. His fingers curled up and away from her skin at the bottom of her slender neck - hanging in the air for almost too long before reappearing below, stimulating her abdomen. Tracing slow lazy circles, each revolution drifting further and further south, stopping just shy of her most sensitive, intimate area, then diverting down her thigh.

She was writhing on the bed, every rise and fall of his hand - delicately brushing her porcelain skin created a gasp, a moan, a twist of her body. He felt like he was conducting a symphony - but he wanted to give her more. He leaned towards her ear and quietly, but powerfully, told her

"I'm going to take my hand off your eyes, but I want you to keep them closed. You can do that for me? Can't you, princess?"

She let out a quiet, satisfied sigh and nodded.

"Good girl."

With two hands now, he could vary the pace between strokes - one hand slow, long lazy strokes. The other, lightning fast - grazing over erogenous zones. She was being consumed by the sensations, her mouth opening and closing in silent gasps. Her back, arching - trying to meet the hands as they rose and fell, delivering ethereal pleasure wherever they went. It still wasn't enough.

With his stronger hand, he spread her legs wide and told her, "Keep yourself spread open for me; you look so pretty like this..."

She moaned in approval.

His fingers now favoured creeping up her inner thigh, the other hand regularly darting off to stimulate her arm, touch her face, trace her lips. They moved deadly slow, teasing her fiercely. Constantly climbing, albeit at a painfully slow place, towards her dripping pussy. At the point of no return, they changed course and traced her outer lips. She was beside herself. Her body screamed at him to stop all this and just slide his fingers inside of her and bring her to the edge. But he wanted to drive her even further to her breaking point.

He very slowly adjusted his position, so as not to give anything away. She was so good; she had kept her eyes closed as promised but any rapid movements would be read through the mattress. Finally, he was in position. As his hands continued to tease her in those slow, lazy circles, his tongue now traced a very direct and deliberate course straight to her delicious pussy. He raised it up at the last moment - again. She thought she would cry in frustration.

They had talked about experimenting with assplay and they were both curious. She had bravely worn a buttplug earlier and cum with it in - hard. He had wanted to tease her there with his tongue for some time - now seemed a good time to try. She would expect him to suckle on her clit as he was so fond of doing. He had bolder intentions. She could feel his breath hovering over her intimate areas. She was getting ready for her release, what this had built up to. He adored feasting on her pussy and she was ready; Her skin was ablaze.

His tongue started at the very top of her vulva, tracing a line down, past her clit, past her lips, and further south still. She knew what he was going to do. Her entire body started to shake as he spread her cheeks and circled her asshole with the tip of his tongue. She made short, rapid gasps for air. She grabbed his hair and pulled him in. She adored the sensation, how naughty it felt. She adored how it made her feel, that he would do this for her - she truly felt like his Queen.

With his tongue gently probing her ass, he rubbed the front of her thighs, helping her relax before both hands continued climbing up, making their way for her moist pussy. He was going to make her feel like she was the only woman in his world. She threw her arms out wide and enjoyed being stimulated from the inside.