"-Hey sleepy head."

I'm disoriented. It's dark, but I recognize that voice. Oh, it's you.

"-Babe wake up!"

I roll over, eyes still closed. I reach underneath the blanket to find you reaching back. We embrace. We kiss. A long, slow kiss.

"-What time is it?", I ask.

"-I don't know. Does it matter?"

I notice your tone of voice, and remember our agreement. I feel you breathing heavily, and my heart starts beating faster.

"-No..."

You giggle softly.

"-Good."

We shuffle around underneath the covers, and you climb on top of me. You're warm, and soft. I smell your hair - lavender. You put your hand to the side of my face, and we kiss again. At the same time, I feel you reach down and touch me. I stop breathing and close my eyes. You keep going for just a few more seconds, just enough to make me want more, before stopping. We know how this goes.

You start moving up on me. You purpossefully rub a nipple across my face, and I nibble it. I get to just barely plant a lustful kiss on your belly button, right before you respond by placing a hand on my forehead. You force me back down into the pillow, gently but firmly. Now straddling my stomach, you tap my elbow.

"-Arms up."

I scoot down a bit underneath you, feeling the crotch of your grey cotton panties brush against me, while also bringing my hands up above my head. You're wet. I'm feeling less and less sleepy, even though my eyes are just starting to adjust to the pitch black. We've done this so many times now but it's perfect. This part of our night is sacred. I feel you grab my wrists while fumbling with the velcro straps and the bedframe. Before I know it, my hands are immobilized. I can just make out your face now - you're squinting drowsily, but I see the satisfaction. No words are needed.

You complete the journey by climbing up onto my chest, kneeling with your thighs just around my chin and against my arms. I feel the damp cotton settle down on against my throat, and your full round cheeks press down on my sternum. Breathing becomes harder. I want you so bad.

You place your finger on my lips, shushing me from above. I feel it playfully wriggle into my mouth, soon accompanied by another one. You're still pushing my head down with the other hand, leaving nothing to chance. I suck your fingers and feel the slightly acidic taste of your excitement. I moan. You exhale. You've been touching yourseslf before waking me up. I feel you starting to reach further into my mouth, slowly building a rhythm, finger fucking my face while grinding against my throat and chin. You close your eyes and whisper:

"-Take it deep."

I feel the sudden nausea as your finger taps the roof of my mouth, but I resist the urge to gag. You feel the slight convulsion and moan. I don't want anything but this - but you. You withdraw your fingers, smearing some of my saliva over my lips and nose, before touching yourself through your underwear. I plead:

"Use me. Hurt me."

You don't say a word, but I can hear the sound of your breathing change from clenching your teeth, a sign of animalistic hunger. I open my mouth wide in anticipation as you move forward with perfect aim, to sit down with your now soaking wet panty clad vulva right on my lower face. There's no hesitation, no second thoughts about letting the majority of your weight pin me down against the matress and pillow. Your ass is perched on my collarbones, the skin soft against mine. My lips and jaws are forced even wider apart by the pressure, and I make sure to shape my lips into soft cradle for you to grind against. My mouth form a tight seal around you, and I begin sucking you through the fabric.

"Mmmmm. Ahhhh!"

Your back arches and you throw your hair back, while simultaneously grabbing mine firmly. I feel your fingers spread across my scalp and then the tug as you tighten them into a fist. It hurts so good. Your hips start slowly rocking against my face, and I respond by offering my soft flat tongue for the region where I know your clit and lips are. You gasp for air and grind down harder against my tongue, demanding more. I want it, please don't stop! Fuck my mouth! I moan again and you clearly feel the humming note reverberate through your pussy. I suck and lick and worship, careful not to lose myself in the experience completely. After all, the goal is your pleasure, not mine.

You grab the headboard with one hand, leaning forward to position yourself directly above me. You look down at me. We're long past the stage where eye contact is uncomfortable, at this point it's completely electrifying. You push against my forehead with the heel of your hand, stretching the skin to make sure that my eyes are completely open, and stare right into my soul. We both know. We both know how fucking hot this is, and how we could both do this for hours on end. You look so graceful yet so powerful, and I tell clearly from your eyes that this power is what you live for.

Your mouth opens, and you speak under your panting breath:

"-You're mine. Eat me! Suck!"

With those words, you suddenly get up. Holding on to the bedframe to keep your balance, you stand up over me, impatiently sliding your panties down and stepping out of them. You're greedy for more pleasure, with no plans of teasing or stalling. You squat back down and straddle me again, and only slow down during the very final few inches, careful not to bump your most sensitive spot against me too hard now that it's exposed. Your pussy is so beautfiful, I'm reminded every time I see it. Its folds and lips glisten with moisture, and your little clit is fully out in the open, ready to be kissed.

I feel your pelvis settle down on top of me, and I make sure to be a bit more gentle again. I start slowly, sloppily making out with your whole pussy, turning my head to nibble your and suck your inner thighs as well. The feeling and taste of your upper labia and clit gliding frictionlessly over my tongue is so ecstatic, I wish it could last forever. I also wish - badly - that I could use my hands to stroke your sides, reach up for your nipples, and squeeze your ass. But these are the rules.

"-Ah-huUUHh. Mmmmm oh fuck yes!"

You begin grinding faster now, returning to the rhythm with even more passion, and I feel you squeeze your legs together around my arms, trapping me completely under your flesh. I lick your sweetspot so lovingly while trying to keep my head still against your bucking motions to provide resistance for you to grind into my lips. I want nothing more than for you to reach completion on top of me, only paralleled by the urge of climaxing myself. I desperately cross my ankles, squeezing my thighs together in an effort to stimulate myself while looking up at your gorgeous body and face. You notice my hands squirming in their restraints, and look down at me again smiling and biting your lip.

"-You little slut!"

Your voice is shaking from pleasure, but it still carries that slight hint of sadism that I love so dearly. Your moans are rising in pitch, and your hip movements are becoming more aggressive. You close your eyes again, liftin your chin up while letting out cries of pleasure. The whimpering turns into maniacal giggling, and you look down into my eyes again, leaning onto the hand which is cupping my head. The mixed look of possessiveness, power-trip and pure carnal pleasure almost sends me over the edge with no stimulation. "Soil me! Ruin me!", I think while making sure to continue the exact same motion with my lips and tongue. I vocalise, and the muffled vibration turns out to be the final straw.

"-Oh fuck. Oh fuck! I'm gonna..."

I hurry to take a deep breath through my nostrils, right as I feel the spasms overtake your being. Your thighs cramp around my face, you push yourself deep into my mouth, and let out a clenching, visceral yelp. The spray of fluid hits begins instantly, gushing on my tongue and hitting the back of my throat, filling my mouth up. The orgasm is short and powerful, and I continue licking while you instantly turn down to face me again. This is your favorite part. Our favorite part.

Staring down into my eyes, completely entranced by how unbelievably hot this is, you let go of the bedframe with your other hand and reach down toward my face. Still making those tiny grinding motions with your hips, you fumble to place your index finger and thumb around my nostrils. The sadism returns to your gaze as you decisively pinch my nose shut leaving me with no way of inhaling. You hold it like this for a few seeconds, simply breathing heavily and staring into my increasingly desperate face, before commanding:

"-Swallow. Swallow! Oh fuck oh fuck oh fuck!"

My lungs burn for oxygen as I obey without hesitation, gulping down your precious squirt. Your hip motions instantly grow larger and more aggressive, even surpassing the previous ones. You let go of my nose for a split second, allowing me a final breath. The second orgasm hits you in a matter of seconds, and is even more violent. Pulling hairs out of my head with one hand, squeezing my nose with the other, and grinding with an uninhibited rage against my face, you give in to the spasms and simply howl in pleasure.

"YES! YES! UUGHHH"

I see your possessive side desperately trying to maintain the eye contact, claiming me. The pleasure interferes though, causing your eyes to close and roll back into your head. After what feels like an eternity of suffocation and loving abuse, you finally let go of my nose and hair, slumping down over down over me with a heavy sigh. Completely exhausted, you make the effort to shuffle back down my body and rest your head on my chest.

"I love you", you whisper.

"I love you so much", I reply, still catching my breath.

We remain like this for another couple of minutes, before you speak again.

"Babe I think we need a shower."

We both begin laughing. You move forward and give me a long kiss, just like you did half an hour ago. Or an hour? I've no idea, and I don't care.

"You still need to untie me", I say lazily.

"Do I have to?", you reply.