Scarf

You were anxiously sitting trying to lose yourself in the television when he finally arrived.  It's not like you could concentrate on anything other than what he had planned for later that night anyway.  You had been eagerly waiting for this moment ever since he sent you that message this morning.

Can't wait to hear you scream my name tonight x

You'd really missed being touched by him since he's been on the road.  You had been getting more and more turned on as the day continued.  When you arrived after work you had taken great care in shaving yourself so you were completely bare.  Your skin had been thoroughly and sensuously coated with your rich spiced vanilla moisturiser, his favourite, but even then the smell of your growing arousal was thick in the air.  You were all slick, silky and smooth in anticipation of the evening to come.  You had dressed appropriately for the occasion, the feel of the lacy fabric of your scarlet bra and panties against your skin arouses you all the more, and you know that the matching red heels will do it for him.

When he arrived you could see the predatory gleam in his eyes, he stalked across the room to you, not a single word was said.  None had to be.  He leaned down and planted a brief but lingering kiss.  His heated gaze sweeps over your figure as he straightens his stance.  He pulls you up and leads you through to the bedroom. He again captures your mouth with his, but this time taking it much deeper into an erotic dance.  His hands roam down over your heavy breasts, the lacy material scraping over your nipples. As he pulls away he huskily asks you;

"Wanna try something different tonight, baby?"

You nod your head in agreement against his chest, you're not sure what he is thinking, but you know that whatever he does to you it will be worth the submission. He pulls away from you and you miss his heat again already.  He searches through your possessions until he finds what he was looking for.

"Close your eyes babe".

He gently wraps your scarf around your head, and firmly secures it behind your head. The darkness behind the scarf is blinding and you moan at the loss of sensation. His lips briefly brush against yours as he pulls away again.

"I'll be back in a second, be patient baby"

You try to hear what he is up to, but to no avail, as he turns the stereo is on.  You snicker as you hear the soothing sound of his voice being turned off in favour of a smooth jazz radio station.  He soon is in the room again; the heavy thud near the door makes you imagine him dropping his bag on the floor.  You are soon reached for by his hands, he pulls you close, your softness contrasted against his firm muscles.  He again catches your mouth, his tongue quickly seeking entrance into your mouth.  His gentle hands stroke down your spine, before caressing your ass.  He obviously isn't feeling the same urgency to find his release as he usually is, or even as urgent as you feel tonight. 

His mouth leaves yours, and begins a warm trail down your neck towards your breasts.  He continues on down over your abdomen, his tongue swirling in your belly button, when he finally reaches your mound you hear him inhale your scent deeply and the deep groan that escapes his lips. He firmly opens your legs further apart, you can feel the muscles in your legs adjust to your new stance.

"Hold still baby, if you move I'm gonna stop".

His calloused fingers trace around the straps of your heels, and ever so softly traced your muscle up the back of your legs, across the back of your knees, and ever so slowly up the inside of your thighs.  He grazes the seams of your panties before dragging them down to rest at your ankles. You anxiously await that first touch to your overheated centre, but it never comes.  You groan in frustration, and miss the clinking sound that he just made. You open your mouth to protest, but it quickly turns to a moan when he latches onto your right nipple, his attention is soon refocused on your left, while he roughly pulls the cups down on your bra so that your ample breasts spill over the top.  You lose his touch again, but it is quickly replaced, but this time it's different, this time it's much colder.  Holding two ice cubes, he draws them around your nipples which stiffen even more.  His tongue laves the water droplets from your heaving breasts.  The icy coldness continues to journey down through your breasts, into your belly button, his tongue following eagerly.

His clever mouth finally finds your sex again, and finally he tastes you.  His tongue skilfully massages your swollen lips, his teeth gently scrape against your clit.  You can't help it, an involuntary moan leaves your lips and you buck your hips into him, the feelings starting to overwhelm you.

"Na uh uh, babe, remember I'll stop if you move".

You can see him in your mind, that self satisfied smirk plastered across his handsome face.  You'd bet your hanging orgasm that he was wearing that look right now.  His fingers part your lips, and his tongue laps along your slit, an ice cube cradled in it.  He drags the ice across your slit and around your swollen bud.  The ice has soon melted in your heat, and he really starts to get serious with your pleasure.  His mouth latches over your clit while his fingers inch up towards your centre.  He slides a finger home, you are so slick that your body shows no resistance.  He starts to pump that single finger in and out, in and out.  He soon adds a second finger, and finally a third, the feeling is exquisite.  He knows just what he is doing to you, his fingers brushing over that special spot with each pump of his fingers.  The pressure is becoming almost unbearable, he's not giving you quite enough to push you over the edge.  You reach your hands down to knot your fingers in his hair and pull him closer, but instead of helping you on your trip to euphoria, it hinders your cause as he pulls away completely. You sob in frustration this time, begging him to continue his administrations.

"Baby, you were a naughty girl, you broke the rule. I told you what would happen".

He rises himself up from his knees, his hands reaching around to untie the scarf from around your eyes.  As your vision restores you see the sparkle and heat in his eyes, and as your eyes drop down, you see the impressive bulge in his pants. You know you are still going to get what it is you have been craving since your last encounter.  He leads you out towards the balcony, the cool breeze caressing your half naked body, your pace hindered by the panties still hanging around your ankles.  You wish he would just fuck you already.

"How about we play a new game? I'm not gonna let you cum til you beg me for it".

You can hear the smugness in his voice, he is enjoying your ever so satisfying sufferance.  He leads you out further, a quick glance around makes you all too aware of his band mate standing on the neighbouring balcony. You know he can't see you yet, but the moment you make a noise he will be able to seek you out. Your lover takes your hands and has you grasp the railing and pulls your hips back to a better angle.  You hear the clunk of his belt as it hits the floor, and the rasp of his zipper. You are panting again already.  His body is pressed up against yours within seconds of the sound of his jeans hitting the floor.  You can feel his hardened length pressed against your ass.  He again parts your legs mere moments before you feel him prodding at your entrance. You try to lean back into, and onto him, but he firmly grasps your hips as he finally enters you in one slow deliberate thrust. You hear yourself moan as he fills you, the feeling divine. He starts a pace that you find tedious, trying to delay the inevitable ending to your rapidly building frustration.

"Come on babe, beg me?"

You think about the man on the balcony next to yours, but your need for release has long taken precedence over any other reasoning.

"Please, oh God, please let me cum".

Your words sound like nothing more than moans in your ears, but he understood every word you said.  His pace quickened and his fingers reached for your sensitive bud.

"Louder babe, I wanna hear you".

All thoughts escaped you.

"Fuck, make me cum!!".

And he does, his pace finally becomes hard and fast like you've wanted all this time.  His fingers feverishly attack your clit, and within seconds you can feel the tingle arise through your body only to explode into the satisfaction you have been eagerly awaiting all evening.

As you again become aware of your surroundings, you feel your spent lover hunched over your back. You turn your head for a quick kiss when you see his brother watching you across the balcony.  You couldn't find the effort to care, it isn't like he hasn't seen you in this state before, he's often been the cause.  And besides, he can try and "outman" his brother when I find my way into his bed again.