Mandy stands back and admires her chosen canvas. Adrian, blinded by black satin, his brutal anticipation glistens across broad shoulders. Cuffs, metal and deliciously tight, raise his large masculine hands above his blonde head. His skin, paled by office work, stands raised and pink from tortuous pleasure. Pride swells her small nipples. Taking advantage, she moves closer to him, but only just.
Slowly, with expert precision, she allows the tips of her small breasts, hardened with desire, to glide down the whelps he begged for. His breathe quickens on a hushed moan. Adrian tenses; unsure of what to expect next while he feels her on her knees behind him. Lust stiffens him, liquid desire throbbing and ready between his legs ready to explode at her command.
The scent of coconut begins to fill the room. Adrian, resting his forehead against the mahogany bedpost, shudders at the slow oiled motions of his lover’s hand. Massaging the tension of life’s monotony, she works her way across his shoulders and up his neck. Cherry red fingernails glide down a now oiled and slick spine to land on Adrian’s sculpted ass. With one hand she continues her sensual assault, working him in circular motions. Placing one of her lithe hands at the nape of his neck, she squeezes gently. With both hands working in perfect synchronization, she grasps his hair from the scalp and spanks him lightly. Yanking his head back between his raised arms and rubbing the sting from her punishment, “More?” glides from her husky silken tongue. Eyes closed, Adrian cannot find the words he so desperately wants to say. Mandy leans back once more and smacks his luscious bottom again, harder. Finding the words dislodged from his throat, “More,” explodes from a mouth seemingly filled with cotton.
Closing her eyes, she revels in his desperate plea. Right now, she knows she is the Alpha and Omega of his pleasure. Pressing her taunt nipples firmly against his back once more, Mandy uses one hand to drag her fingernails across his chest. With the other, she works his erection with slow calculated rhythm. Her hand glides up and down his thickness; pre-cum a glistening testament to her skill. While her senses are taken over with the amorous bouquet of her erotic manipulation, his hips begin to move. Back and forth Adrian thrusts, egging her on. Begging for more. Begging for release.
Abruptly, and without apologies, Mandy stops. Whimpers for reprieve escape Adrian’s dry throat as his sandpapered tongue licks his parched pouty lips in vain. Head hung low between trembling cuffed hands, he waited.
A smaller oak chest lined with black velvet sat off to the side of them; filled with naughty intentions and waiting just as patiently as Adrian. Reaching into their make-shift treasure chest, Mandy chooses his salvation.
Kneeling before him, she removes the black satin that blinds him and uses the tip of his favorite new toy to bring his attention back to her. His head raises, slightly, to reveal light-brown eyes narrowed by need peering through strands of damp yellow hair. Too large for her to hold with one hand, he watches as Mandy grasps both ends. Her delicate pink tongue glides in leisurely strokes along the cool purple ridges all the while never removing her hooded hazel gaze from his.
Eyes closed, thousands of memories dance across the backs of her eyelids as her mouth widens to take in her chosen substitute for her lover. The faux girth glides down her tongue, her throat. Her other hand, unable to be restrained any longer, finds its way to her tender breasts, across the dew of sweat that formed down her toned stomach, to land inside the slickness between her thighs. Adrian watches helplessly while Mandy’s hips seem to flow back and forth as she works her own pleasure in a way that he never could. Desperation shook every inch of his glistening body as he begged, “Please.”
“When I take these off,” Mandy commanded pointing to the handcuffs, “you will not touch me.”
“Yes ma’am,” he agreed.
With a tone of certain dominance, she continued her orders while releasing his numb hands. “Get on all fours, but I want your forearms and hands flat on the floor.” Complying without question or remark, the position raised his ass to exactly where she needed. Tired of the scent of coconut, Mandy chose a tube of edible pineapple lube to anoint her new work area.
Leaning on her haunches behind him, Mandy took a moment to savor the aroma of pineapple and coconut as it mingled with the perfumes of their unbridled escapades within the bedroom. Placing one hand on the crease where his hip and thigh met, she eased into her lover with special care. Each short even stroke inched her deeper and deeper still. Releasing her grip, she turns and places herself in almost the exact same position as Adrian. On all fours, she reaches from between her open legs. Her long auburn hair pools on plush white carpet as she uses the other half of their toy to enter herself. Mandy’s hips squirm back and forth while she works her way backwards. End to end and skin to skin they meet. Each lover holds their own personal pleasure in their hands while their bodies rock with a slow assured rhythm.
The temperature in the bedroom seemed to rise to triple digits as pricks of ecstasy stream up their spines. Feverish and frantic become their movements. Primal grunts and ragged uneven breathes fill the quiet between the slapping of the lover’s slick bottoms; both working themselves and each other to the cusp of blinding euphoria.
Mandy’s mouth drops wide in a silent scream. The cherry red nails she wore dragged their elation into the white carpet. Her body ablaze, locked in place by blissful spasms as she reaches the apex of her pleasure. Adrian’s brows furrowed and feral grunts escaped through clenched teeth while the raging current within him demanded release.
Collapsing to the floor, he lay arms stretched and spread eagle. Mandy, on shaky legs, crawls to her lover’s side. Brushing the damp hair plastered to Mandy’s forehead away with a trembling hand he asks, “Honey?”
“Yeah?” she replies.
“Am I the only one with a craving for Pina Coladas now?”