Quid pro quo

Later that evening, as they cuddled on the couch, nibbling on cheese and fruit and sipping white wine, she looked at him with wanton shyness.

"I want to tie you up." The barest quaver marked her voice.

"Really? And what will you do then?"

"You'll have to trust me."

He stared at her nodding slightly and put his hand out to her. She took it, leading him to the bedroom, ordering him to stand as she undressed him. She told him to lie on the bed and she tied his wrists to the headboard with inexpert knots, and tied his ankles to the footboard.

She left, returning as he had done with basin, scissors and razor, placing them on the night table then undressing.

"If you behave, you can have some of this," she smiled, gesturing to her body. "First though, you have to prove yourself worthy." She straddled him, lowering her pussy over his mouth. The warm sexual scent of her filled his nostrils. His tongue flickered out, tasting her, and she held the headboard and moaned, rocking her hips and pressing herself against his mouth.

"Suck my clit," she breathed as his tongue and lips and teeth caressed and explored her. Her moisture flowed into his mouth, musky and sweet, and her gasps sharpened and deepened. Knowing she was about to come, her pressed her clit between his lips, tugging gently, and she gave a guttural cry as the spasms took her, forcing herself against his mouth.

"Good boy," she panted as she calmed, reaching for the scissors. She trimmed his pubic hair, pausing occasionally to stroke or lick his shaft. More playful than he had been, she soaped him, massaging his balls as she did so, and slid a finger into his ass, sending a shudder through him.

"Oh you like that. Almost as much as I do, from the reaction I see," she whispered with a wicked edge to her voice. She began to shave him carefully, glancing up at his face from time to time, and pausing to suck the head of his straining cock. Finally she was done, and Michael was close to bursting.

"I think you've behaved well enough to get a reward," she grinned, once again straddling his face, pushing herself at him. She was even more drenched than before, her swollen lips glistening with moisture, and he drank her, tongued her, probed her as she wriggled on top of him.

Before she could come she reversed herself, turning to face his swollen cock, bending forward to engulf it as she pressed her cunt harder against his eager mouth. He felt his shaft slide deep into her mouth, her hands caress and gently squeeze his balls. Amazed at how she inspired him, he felt the tension build, and strained forward against both sets of her lips, striving to fill her and devour her at the same time.

Once again she pulled herself away, this time to straddle his cock. Staring into his eyes, her own face slack with lust, she held his cock and impaled herself with a long guttural groan. Taking the whole length of him she rocked and rotated, grinding against him, her eyes closed, her mouth open as she panted. He strained upwards, trying to fill her even more deeply. Their spasms began and their exultant cries mingled as they came together, shuddering with the joy of each other.