Light rope

Imagine, sitting naked on a chair. The man you trust with your body kneels before you. He produces a soft red rope and delicately places it upon your foot. You feel it's tension grow as he slowly ties a simple knot. With expert hands he begins a series of twists and turns, soon leaving your leg dressed in an intricate pattern, contrasting red diamonds against your beautiful skin. He continues on to the other leg and soon both of your legs are bound. He moves behind you, taking your hand confidently in his. Your heart races a little as you feel another rope slide over your wrist. He holds your hand. His other hand touches your shoulder and works its way down your arm. By the time he reaches your elbow, you drop your hand down, he anticipates this, not letting you out of his touch. You feel a slight thrill as your wrists come together, they are gently bound. He comes to face you, two silk scarves in hand. One of them he puts over your eyes, tied from behind. There you sit, naked, bound, vulnerable, yet reassured by his touch. You feel the other scarf on your shoulder, between his skin and yours. His firm touch, the softness of silk brushing your your back. Slowly he moves his hand across your shoulders, silk sliding delicately over smooth skin. Your body tingles under his touch.. His hand slides back over your shoulders, along the side of your breasts, bringing them up to gently cup them. You feel his breath against your neck moments before his lips place little kisses along its graceful curve. Each kiss intensified with the manipulation of your breasts, creating a warmth between your thighs. His hands slide down your tummy, his mouth replacing them on your breast. He lingers here awhile, savoring the moment...
His hands continue their journey along your stomach. He repositions himself in front of you, never losing touch. His hands bump over the soft rope, reminding you of your vulnerability, thrilling you at the same time. He starts massaging in big circles on both thighs, down the outside, up the inside. He tells you when to breath, hold, and breath out. With each circle you feel the heat between your thighs increase, you part your legs as much as the binding allows, eagerly anticipating his touch. The circles get quicker, and closer to your snatch. You feel your little button engorged.. He slides a finger down either side of your smooth pussy, gently spreading you open. You feel pressure in your wet opening, his finger tracing small circles, careful not to touch your clit. He takes your wetness and rubs it over your outer lips. He rubs them gently between thumb and forefinger, driving you wild. He continues this on both sides, before inserting two fingers into your pussy. You feel them expand as he almost removes them, then tighten again as they push up behind your mons. He times his movement with your breathing, each wiggle more than the last. Then it happens, a light but firm pressure making tiny circles on your clit. It's almost too much. He's tuned in to your every movement, whimper, moan. He continues his manipulations, pressure building in your stomach and thighs, until you can't hold back, letting out a scream as you cum.
He continues with magic fingers, drawing out your orgasm, leaving you almost sated. He unties you, sweeps you in his arms and throws you on his bed. You lay back, open, eager to take him inside you. He enters you gently, giving you all he has, pausing, moving his hips in circles, working you open. He begins to withdraw, then slams back into you. You rip your nails down his back, he groans. You feel his intensity increase, as does your own, until you both explode in joy.