Something more delicate

In many ways, she knew what to expect.
As the comforting feeling of soft silk bands around her wrists were tightened, she welcomed the feelings that overcame her. The electric tingling that ran over her skin, the deep warmth that emitted from within her, the sensation that all senses were brought to their strongest, most sensible state.
She let go a small sigh as the final darkened silk bands were bound behind her head, robbing her of her vision, yes, but giving back so much more.
This was not a game, she knew. This was the wish to be brought to bliss in the most trusting way possible.

The soft summer evening breeze washed over her body, coming in through the opened window of the bedroom. It caressed her nipples like a lover lost, all at once all over her body. She felt it play around her soft lips, touch her tongue and rolling down, between her breasts towards her clitoris. She pressed her hips up somewhat, in hopes of catching it better, as it ran across her small and exposed point. She felt how it reacted, how her soft lips slowly became moist and quivered, wanting to be touched.

And then she felt it. Warm lips, just behind her ears, pressed there ever so quickly and pulled back again. She tried to turn towards those lips, she wanted to feel them, she wanted to be kissed. She felt a single finger, pressed first on her upper lip, then slowly descending on her lower lip, forcing her back. She kissed the finger, but it slid down, following the curve of her neck. It slid ever further downwards, passing between her breasts, slowly drawing circles on her now overly sensitive stomach. She groaned, it was such a small touch, but so intense...

The finger went down more and more, but ever so slowly...and as it went down, she pushed her hips up again, wanting to capture this finger all for her self, just to be touched more. But just before her clitoris, that yearned so strongly to be touched...the finger was pulled back. She heard the heavy breathing in the room, she could smell the excitement and lust, permeating both their bodies. And she waited.

She felt two hands now, pushing her legs apart, stretching them, slowly massaging upwards along her sensitive skin. Then she felt them again.: those cherry red lips she knew so well. They were following the path the hands had gone before, kissing every inch of soft skin they could find, ever upwards, ever closer to her vagina. Her breathing was heavy know, she wanted it, she needed it. "Do it.." she said softly "taste me.."
And her clitoris, now filled with lust, was kissed, caressed by the smallest tips of those cherry-red lips. The closed around it, made small sucking motions and then she felt how she was slowly licked. Carefully and purposefully, the marvelous tongue danced it intricately around her clitoris, with her clitoris, ever so gently, ever so strongly, ever so dedicated.

She wanted more, more, more. And then she felt how the tip of the finger returned, finding it's way into her, filling her up just enough, pressing it's way inward, slowly rotating, bathing in the moist of her loins. She pressed her hips into it, sinking it into herself. Another finger was slowly added, but always that tongue went on.

Again the summer breeze came in, rolling over her body, that she knew was glistening in sweat of excitement. She felt how it cooled the sweat around her sensitive nipples, how small pallets of sweat begin to form on her skin, gliding downward with every heavy breath she took. Tenderly, dedicated, bereft of her visual sense, she could only feel how she was touched, by cherry-red lips, fingertips, tongue and soft summer breeze.

And suddenly she couldn't anymore. She could not keep it in, she didn't want to keep it in. As she came, it felt as if all the energy in her body was pushed out of her vagina. And all of it was eagerly sucked in by those cherry red lips.

She smiled and felt new energy built up inside of her. Because now, now it was her turn. And the soft evening breeze of summer, never had smelled so sweet.