Wild Memory

I watched him from across the room still feeling the ache he'd left in me out on the balcony.

He stood by the window with his towel around his waist, still drying his hair, completely unaware I was staring him down. The ocean light cut across his shoulders, and there was something about him. Relaxed. Spent. Comfortable.

That didn't last long.

My thighs still ached from earlier. The balcony. The way he lost control. The way he teased me multiple times until I couldn't wait any longer.

This time, it wasn't going to be him. I'd already decided that I was going to be in charge.

He didn't hear me move. I reached into my bag slowly, careful not to make a sound. I already knew what I wanted. The cuffs. The blindfold. A couple of things I'd been saving.

I stepped up behind him and wrapped my arms around his waist, pressing my lips lightly to his shoulder.

"Don't get too comfortable."

My voice surprised even me. Quieter than usual. Slower.

He felt it.

He turned just enough to look at me, and I let him see what I was holding. Just a glimpse. The blindfold stretched slightly between my fingers.

That was enough.

He didn't say a word.

I slipped the blindfold over his eyes before he could react, tightening it into place. His breathing changed immediately. Not fear. Anticipation.

"Bed," I said.

A pause.

"Arms up. Legs apart."

He obeyed.

The air felt cooler now, brushing over his skin as he lay back. I took my time with the cuffs, fastening each one carefully. Not too tight. Just enough.

He tested them once.

I said nothing.

That silence did more than anything else.

I walked around the bed slowly, letting him hear where I was... or guess wrong.

His chest rose and fell faster now. His body already giving him away.

I reached down, barely touching him. Just enough for him to feel it.

He reacted instantly.

"Not yet," I murmured.

I went to my drawer and put on a sexy black garter with stockings. I hardly ever wear stockings because they will come off too soon, but I was feeling sexy and it was fun knowing I had something so sexy on and he couldn't see it. It helped me play the part and I felt a little more in control wearing it.

I leaned over to him, letting my mouth find his chest first. Slow at the start. Then a little sharper. Just enough to make him pull against the restraints.

That tension was exactly what I wanted.

His hips lifted slightly before he caught himself.

Too late.

I smiled against his skin.

"You're already close," I said softly. "And I haven't even started." I leaned in and licked the precum off his dick. I forced my tongue in the slit in his cock and lapped up every drop and kissed him immediately. He likes precum. He never turns it down because he hasn't had that immediate shift in hormones he gets right after cumming. He is good about licking cum off my tits and out of my pussy. I love to sit above his face and watch it drip into his mouth. He is always such a good boy to lick it all up.

I moved lower, deliberately avoiding where he wanted me most. Letting him feel how close I was without giving it to him.

He groaned when I passed by it.

When I finally touched him, it was barely anything. Just the tip of my tongue, slow, teasing. Enough to make him twitch.

I licked, pinched, and paid full attention to his nipples. You could see the precum forming on the tip of his penis as I continued with his nipples. I think if I stayed there long enough, he could have came. I could tell he was losing it.

Every reaction, every breath, every shift in his body all continued to build.

I stayed just out of reach of what he needed.

That's what broke him.

I shifted my weight and sat back slightly, watching him struggle against nothing more than anticipation.

"Listen to you," I said quietly. "You give yourself away so easily."

He swallowed hard.

I could almost see his thoughts behind the blindfold. Trying to guess. Trying to hold on.

Trying not to lose.

I let my fingers trail lightly along his side instead, slow, absent minded. Like I'd forgotten him for a moment.

That unsettled him more than anything else.

"Do you want me to keep going?" I asked.

A small nod.

Use your words.

"Yes!" he said

Not desperate yet. Not quite.

I leaned closer, letting my breath warm his ear.

Then earn it.

That did it.

His composure cracked just a little, his voice tightening as he answered again, softer this time, less controlled.

I didn't rush after that.

That was the difference.

I took my time. Let the tension stretch. Let the quiet do the work. Let him sit in it, feel it, need it.

When I finally gave him more, it wasn't sudden. It was gradual. Measured. Enough to make him think he was getting what he wanted before pulling it away again.

Each time, he got closer.

Each time, I stopped.

Then I started at his feet and licked and rubbed my way up his legs. I stopped short of his shaft and licked hard right between his ass and cock. I have brought a prostate massage toy I found in his closet a few months ago. I am pretty sure he uses it on his own because I have never seen it until I was looking for something in there one day. He loves any kind of anal play. This toy looked fun because I could place it in his ass and I didn't have to do anything else. From what I read the rest came from his movements, and the toy rubbed his prostate all on its own. As soon as he felt the lube on his ass I thought he was going to pull the cuffs off in excitement. He never gets ass play from me without begging and I'm usually hammered, so this was a huge surprise.

I slowly inserted the toy in his ass and watched his dick twitch as it went all the way in. I stood back and watched his reaction. You could tell every move he made felt good. He laid there and kinda was slowly and sexily rotating his hips. It kinda made me want to fuck him with a strap on, but I didn't bring that.

His body tensed, breath catching, everything about him tightening at once.

I licked and bit his nipples. As I licked his nipples, I let my tits rub around his mouth. He was so desperate to touch me, but also to have release.

I wanted him to see how sexy I looked, so I removed the blindfold and I thought he was going to explode as soon as he saw me. He couldn't stop telling me how hot I looked and how this was the most amazing night ever!

I decided to give him a little more. I removed the bottoms, but left the stockings on. I rubbed my pussy and placed my wet fingers in my mouth. He was really about to lose his shit.

I knew if I fucked him he would probably cum before I got it all the way in, but I wanted to cum too at this point so I grabbed his cock and I am not sure I have ever felt it so hard and swollen. He was more turned on than I have ever seen. I slowly slid my pussy down on his cock. I went as slow as possible to try and get a little ride for myself.

He made it longer than I expected, but I needed more. I slid off his cock and turned around and sat on his face. I looked back and saw him reaching for my pussy with his tongue like it was his destiny. Just as he got close a huge drip of cum slid out of my pussy right onto his tongue. I was shocked at how much that sight turned me on at that point. For some reason I usually feel like it's more of a him thing, but today I just loved the sight of him eating our combined juices from my pussy.

He was paying so much attention to my pussy that I was mesmerized. He didn't need any help with speed, strength or anything. He was a pussy licking god at this moment. I instinctively placed my tongue on his cock. It was so slick and I could taste my pussy all over it.

I licked it slower than I ever do. Trying to distract myself from cumming to fast. I wanted to enjoy this moment as long as possible. I was shocked he could handle me sucking his cock this soon after cumming. I licked all around the head and even tried to push my tongue into the slit on his cock more that I ever have and it was strangely turning him on. I could feel him building. His shaven balls were throbbing in my hands.

Just when I thought it could get better he started slowly sucking on my clit. He was sucking on it like it was a sucker and I suddenly and violently started cumming, but he could feel it and he slowed down his rhythm and pressure to make it feel like I had about ten orgasms. Every time I thought I couldn't take anymore he would slow to a snail's pace and then I felt myself pushing my hips to his face and grinding my pussy on his tongue. This was the most explosive set of orgasms I have every had.

I brushed my fingers lightly across his cheek, softer now.

"You did better than I expected," I said.

A faint smile pulled at the corner of his mouth.

I leaned down, pressing a slow, lingering kiss to his lips, letting everything settle between us.

The ocean was still there beyond the window.

The night hadn't changed.

But something in the room had.

And this time

I had been the one in control