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Eve puts her plan into play,
Her fingers restrict themselves mostly to his abdomen and chest, marvelling at the breadth and strength contained therein. His sweep across a more macro plane -- running over her shoulders, down her back and then up to her neck. Each time skimming the soft tender spot beneath her ear lobe, causing her to shiver afresh with delight, again and again.
They lie this way for what seems like hours, reacquainting themselves with each other physically. For now, no other contact is made although her nipples are taut and upstanding, and he can feel his arousal and his cock grow stronger by the second.
She can feel herself moistening rapidly, and decides to shift the current paradigm. Removing her hand from his torso, she reaches behind her back and grabs his. Instinctively, he uses this position to pull her closer toward him, until their faces touch and she can feel his breath on her cheek. She pulls his hand down and around and with a bold movement, sweeps it between her legs.
He moans appreciatively.
"Good god, you're so wet."
These are the first words that pass between them that morning, and they crystallize the mood for their time together -- the time that this dawn has heralded.
Warm, tender and thoroughly depraved.
Her fingers once again itch to mimic his, and she moves her hand to his cock, eliciting deeper, more vocal sighs and moans of pleasure and appreciation. She moves her body so that he can continue his ministrations to her cunt, and pauses only to apply a dollop of lube to her fingertips. She continues her encouraging stroking of his cock, and accompanies it with a inquisitively slick finger sliding into his ass, crooking the digit once inside to reach and stimulate his prostate. She's known he's wanted this for a long time, and is secretly pleased because she also knows that she's the first to do this for him. He yelps in delight.
"Oh my god! Yes, it's so good..... oh.... yeeessss.... so so so good....mmm."
His skilled fingers respond to this by seeking out her most vulnerable and orgiastic places, and stimulating them until she gasps from the intensity of the orgasm about to hit.
Together, they each induce an orgasm from the other. Lying there, silent but for involuntary ecstasy, they subside back into a warm embrace.
Dawn has indeed broken.
And so, the weekend begins.
Part III -- Afternoon debauchery
He raised an eyebrow at me over the carafe of water placed between us on the table. As i lifted a forkful of deliciously rare steak to my lips, he asked me:
"Did you enjoy yourself this afternoon? You were wet; god, so wet. Gushing. Like... wow. Unbelievable."
The casually tossed out sentence spiralled me back in time approximately four hours. In my mind's eye, i was detached from myself; floating above where I'd lain on the bed. Well, when i say lain, i mean positioned on all fours. Cuffed. Bound. Blindfolded.
My wrists were shackled by two sweet, minx-fur handcuffs, crossed and positioned over my head, so that i veered between balancing on my elbows and forearms, and occasionally adding my blindfolded forehead to the mix. The covering for my eyes was a rather elegant scarf made of silk jersey that I'd worn last for my sister's wedding. I loved the irony of how elegant an item could also function so well in such depraved circumstances. My ankles were tied with rope, crossed firmly in place to ensure that my ass and cunt were on full display to him, and that he could do anything he wanted to or with me.
Ah, sweet submission.
In my cunt buzzed a rabbit vibe. The ears were hit-and-missing my clit, but to be honest, i was so overwhelmed by sensations that this was the least of my concerns. Occasionally he'd push it further inside me, from where it had involuntarily escaped due to slickness and enthusiastic vibrations.
In my ass -- well, there was no stability of routine to what was going on with my as