To Hear You Moan, The Whole Story

We've spoken a little and interacted a few times so it was obvious that we both felt a spark. I mustered the courage to ask you to my house one evening and now you lay on your back naked with me straddling your hips.
I tell you that I want to tease you as you lay on my bed. I tell you I want to hear you moan and groan and all those beautiful sounds that make my core ache. I want to make you frantic, I want pleasure to shiver through you, I want to watch and feel your body move.
I pull soft ribbons from the drawer beside my bed, thick white satin ribbon. I let one end trail across your bare chest as I show you the ribbon, it grazes a nipple as I pull it through my hands. I lean forward, my own tight nipples are just above your lips. You could reach your mouth up to lick and suck but you don't move. Your eyes are locked on mine as you wait. I run my fingers across your lower lip, down across your jaw and slide them from your neck to your shoulder. Then my hand glides down your arm to your fingertips and I entwine your fingers with mine.
'I don't want to lock you, I don't want to force anything of you,' I whisper.
My other hand moves to your wrist, the satin ribbon sliding across your stomach.
'I'm asking you to hold this in your hands as long as you can, please.' I purr into your ear.
Your eyes don't leave mine as you move your arms above your head and they come to rest against the bars of my headboard. As I pull the ribbon up and wrap it twice around a bar my hips curl and pull against yours, sliding the head of your cock through my wet folds. I wrap your hand twice and let the ends flutter against your neck. There is no knot holding the ribbon, just your fist grasping it. As I repeat the slow movements of my fingers tracing across your lips, jaw, neck, and other arm I let my nipple graze your lips. Your tongue flicks the tip of the tight pink bud touching your mouth and I moan. My hips rock against you again, my clit and your cock head sliding against each other.
I wrap your other hand to the bars, the ribbon settling in your palm as your fingers clench it. I slide my body down, leaving a wet trail of our mingled pleasure across my belly as my mouth licks and sucks and nips from your ear to your collarbone.
'If you want me to stop teasing, say "now". If you want me to stop entirely, say "apple".'
'I understand.' You say and close your eyes.
'You are giving me a gift by allowing me to touch you like this and choosing to remain bound.'
I let out a long sigh against your neck and my hands run down the thin sensitive skin of your inner arms and come to rest pressed against your ribs.
'You can release your hands any time you want, anytime you need.'
My soft slow words are spoken while letting my lips and tongue skirt the skin of your chest, shoulders, and neck.
I lift my mouth to your ear tracing the shell and whisper with gentle breaths. 'I want to hear you moan.'
I bite your ear lobe then suck gently and swirl my tongue to soothe the soft sting.
As I press against your body I rock my hips and the thick head of your cock presses against my core. With one hand pressed to your chest the other slides down my body to my wet folds. I dip my fingers, letting my juices cover them. I lean forward and lightly touch my forehead to yours and then I press my fingers to your lips. My lips follow immediately and as our tongues meet we lick my fingers.
'You can taste how much I enjoy you. Now lay back, relax, and let's play.'
At those words I hear your first delicious groan.
We are new to each other so take my time exploring your body. I see that light touches make you shiver, my nails grazing your chest and stomach elicit a sharp hiss of breath. Long sloppy wet licks seem to do nothing for you until your nipples tighten when I blow my breath across the wet skin. I stay away from that ticklish spot that makes you flinch, I rest an elbow beside your head and keep my hand moving through your hair. Your eyes stay closed quite often and I consider adding a blindfold if we ever do this again.
I move away from you now, off the bed entirely and your eyes snap open. I grab a few pillows and press them behind your back and head because I want you to see me. I place another between your spread knees. Now I'm at your feet at the end of the bed looking down at my willing eager gorgeous male.
'Gorgeous,' I think to myself.
I begin massaging your ankles, arches, toes, and as my hands slide up your calf my lips follow with pressing kisses. Your breath hitches as my hands reach your inner thigh, my mouth catches up and with a nip I nuzzle your legs wider and crouch between them. Your cock is hard, I can see a touch of wetness on the tip. My hands continue their slow journey up but my mouth does not. I lay my head on your thigh and stare into your eyes as my hands finally reach your cock. One hand trails up and out to the side of your hip and I grip tightly. My other hand encircles the base of your cock very gently.
I relax my grip on your Escort hip and with a jerk you exhale a long whispered, 'please'.
I stroke my hand up and back down your cock, I don't touch the head and our skin is barely grazing. Your stuttering breath is music to my ears and so I use only my finger tips to trace up and down lightly against your cock. My fingers press against a thick vein along the underside and circle the bottom of your head. I watch your face as I gently slide my fingers up one side and down the other. You are twisted in pleasure and frustration and just when I see your lips parting to say please again... I wrap my lips onto the head of your cock. I swirl my tongue against the tip and suck up that delicious bead of precum that's been taunting me. Your whole body jerks and you swear. I look up at you through my lashes and smile around the thick head of your cock. When our eyes meet I release your cock with a soft pop sound. I giggle.
'Did you like that?' I ask.
Your pupils are wide, your breathing shallow and I feel your heart beating quickly through my palm. You stare at me.
'That felt like a jolt of electricity.' you finally say.
'Hmm.. so too much?' I ask coyly.
You shake your head slowly and reply 'no.'
I raise an eyebrow and wait for you to elaborate as I resume the gentle gliding touches of my fingers along your shaft. I release your hip so my hand can stray to my clit.
You grin at me and say, 'You are good at this. I didn't think I could stand another moment of waiting and then your mouth, it was overwhelming. But then it was gone.. ugh!'
You groan out, 'And now you keep going with those maddeningly light touches.'
I am utterly aroused as your eyes close, throat moving as you swallow and your cock bobs as you flex.
You sigh and say, 'I don't want this to end but I also want to empty myself inside you this instant.'
Now I'm determined to hear you moan.
I'm laying on my side between your legs, a finger occasionally rubbing soft slow circles around my clit. A pillow rests under my arm and I let my head fall back against your thigh. I've noticed muscles jump as my shoulder length hair falls over your skin so I decide to see if that's another teasing sensation I can give you. My hand leaves your cock and I lift myself up onto an elbow, I look into your eyes as I let my hair tickle across your thigh and hip. There's that subtle flex of your hips again and I realize I'm onto something you like.
'Next time I'll have a feather or two.' I muse to myself.
I spend the next few minutes thoroughly enjoying that delicious triangle between your hips and cock. I roll my hands along the sides of your body kneading my fingers over every inch as I smother myself in touching kissing rubbing biting pressing my face to your skin and breathing across your treasure trail. I make sure my hair fans out over your skin wherever I'm going to touch so the ticklish sensation precedes the heavy press of my lips. I kiss along the space where your belly and hips meet, nuzzle into it and nip at your hips. I rest my cheek atop your belly button for a moment and realize I've... stopped focusing on you. I got lost in my own pleasure rather than yours. Suddenly nervous I look up at you and your eyes are completely focused on me, I can see intense arousal all over your face.
'Oh!' I think to myself, 'I guess you liked that too.'
Now my self doubt tries to intrude; I wonder what you see when you look at me. I'm no model. I'm in my early 40s, 5 feet tall and with only the memory of being 30 lbs lighter. As I see your half hooded eyes and feel your hard shaft pressed against the nape of my neck I shake my head.
'Nope, not going to let insecurity take this away.' I chastise myself.
Breaking into my moment of hesitation you ask, 'How are those touches not ticklish? I've never liked being touched near my hips, not lightly anyway. It has always made my skin crawl.'
My hands stop moving and my body goes completely still.
Wide eyed I say, 'I should have asked about that first, I'm sorry! Is there anywhere or anything you don't want me to do?'
'We have a safe word.' You say with a quirked smile. 'I'll say it if I need to. Everything you're doing with me is...' You pause, 'I've never experienced anything like this. Don't stop, please.'
I relax and with my confidence restored I give you a lascivious grin, 'As you wish.'
It's time to intensify our fun. I slowly kiss my way back up your body with a sucking kiss to each nipple as I pass by. I trail my hand down your stomach along the line of fur, you shiver and exhale shakily. I pause and look up at you.
'That is a good tickle but maybe not do it often.' you say.
I rest my hand on your stomach and nod then I slide my hand over to your waist and continue moving lower. When I reach your cock my fingers flutter at the underside of the tip.
'Get ready.' I coo into your ear.
The shy smile I've admired for months transforms your face and fills me with a Escort Bayan deliciously mischievous sense of accomplishment. I drag my nails down your chest and let out a long hum when you hiss out a breath and writhe at the light scratches.
As my hands reach your cock I feel it hardening further with a pulse so I reach for the little bottle of lube I bought with tonight in mind. Warming some in my hand before sliding it along your length; your body twists and coils at the first touch. My fingers grasp and stroke once, twice, and I curl my fingers with a twist around your head then slide back down.
With a slightly stronger grip I repeat the strokes. The third time my hands grip and pull up your cock my tongue slides flat and wet from your taint to the base of your cock. That's when I hear your first moan.
Letting my grasp loosen just a little I begin stroking in an even rhythm moving my thumb softly over your frenum every time my fingers reach the tip and twist slightly. My warm wet tongue laps and soaks your balls. I begin sucking each gently into my mouth and with my tongue swirling I hear you moan again. Gripping a little harder, pumping a little faster now I kiss along your thighs, your eyes are closed and fists tight against the ribbons. I move from one thigh to the other and lick a little higher on your cock. I nuzzle my lips, my chin, and nose at the base of your cock and your hips buck hard.. my hand stops moving to the top of your cock, I slow down my strokes, lessen my grip, and what could almost be a whimper passes from your lips.
I am so wet now I'm sure that I've ruined the sheets. I get up onto my knees so I can trace my clit with my free hand. The pillow supporting my body also pushes up my ample chest.. this gives me an idea. I angle your cock down and press the head between my breasts, I slide forward and your cock slides deeper. Your hips thrust and I grin at you, you thrust again and the tip peaks out at me.
A long, 'fuuuuuuck!' leaves your lips on a third thrust. 'Doing this has been a fantasy of mine for a long time, I never met the right girl though.'
I don't say anything to this. I have always had an ample chest and with my current weight I completely engulf your cock.
The deep flushed colour of your cock is a stark contrast to my pale skin. I open my mouth and let my tongue press nearly to my chin but just out of reach of your cock. Your eyes widen and you thrust again so close you can feel my breath. After another thrust through the cleft of my breasts I wonder if this is where you'll release your hands. Thrusting a few more times you don't let go so I flick out my tongue. The groan as you thrust again and again and I let my tongue press a little more onto the tip of your cock is nearly enough to tip me over the edge.
'Tell me.. before you.. are going.. to cum.' I gasp between thrusts.
'I want to splash across your chest right now.' you reply.
'Next time.'
My fingers steadily work at my clit now, speeding up the rhythm I need. You groan and writhe trying to feel a bit more of my tongue. I can see the need and frustration painted on your taught face. You want more but can't quite get it. Then I surge forward. Your cock slides smoothly into my mouth and presses, I push down hard and swallow your cock to the hilt. You stare, stunned, and I hum as I pull back from your cock. All the air seems to have left your lungs.
'Breathe', I say and you inhale a shuddering gasp.
I swirl my tongue around the tip of your cock, dip my head to wrap my lips around the tip and pop back off again. I watch as your chest rises in another sharp inhale.
'There's my good boy.' I coo and drop my mouth back onto your cock.
With another deep breath you say, ' I won't be able to hold back much longer.'
I respond with a long lick and pull away.
This is my favourite part, I love sucking cock. A cunt is easy to enjoy but a mouth, a girl has to really enjoy you to give you an orgasm with her mouth. I hold power between my lips. I'm doing this now, no more teasing or holding back.. I'm going to hear your unhinged moans now.
One hand on the base of your cock the other rubbing my clit I press your cock into my mouth. I slide down the length to bump my hand and pull back up with a little suction but I don't release you; I swirl my tongue around the tip and dive back down. I continue this pattern as your hips buck, your breathing is getting ragged. Has it been 2 minutes 5? I don't know, I don't care.
You are groaning now nearly every time my mouth sucks down your shaft so I move my hand to cup your balls and sink further down your cock. I maintain the same steady suction as I bob up and down, I gently roll your balls in my hand and a finger strays to your taint. I stroke lightly and you let out a gust of air, your drawn out moan is the sound that makes my pussy clench.
'I'm going to cum, I have to, I can't!' your words string together amid groans.
At your words I sink fully down your cock and press my tongue hard against Bayan Escort your shaft while rippling it up and down your length. I hear the headboard creak as you yell out, I release your balls as your hips buck and spasm and then your seed floods down my throat. I have to pull up before you're done. I'm out of breath, there's too much cum to swallow. I gasp and then sink down onto you again, my nose pressing to your stomach. You shudder and moan and your body shakes as you empty yourself into me with wave after wave rocking through you.
As you come back down I slowly slide your cock out of my throat with my tongue pressing in little waves as I do. I rest my head to the side and lap gently at the tip of your cock licking up the last of your seed. I kiss your stomach, press the side of my head into that delicious v line, and look up at you.
Chest heaving you gasp out, 'I.. I.. what the fuck?! I've never come so hard or so much in my life, it just kept going.. I may have blacked out at some point.'
I giggle and say, 'Your moans nearly made me come too.'
You spend a good deal of time catching your breath with my head nestled against you.
Lapsing back into reality you ask, 'Nearly?'
I shrug, 'I'm at the age where an orgasm just isn't possible sometimes. Still feels good to touch though.'
I watch a few emotions flicker across your face and you softly ask, 'Would you show me how you touch yourself?'
I.. hesitate. Rationally I know masturbation is natural, rationally I know you are attracted to me, my body.. that's obvious. Rationally I know that you are asking because you want to see how I give myself pleasure, you might even like watching. I tell myself there's no reason to be shy after what we just shared, that you exposed so much of yourself it's safe for me to be vulnerable too. But all the negative voices spew out of my subconscious and nearly drown the confidence I've built up today.
It's not something I've ever shared. It's done very quietly when no one is home or very late at night. I have to drink a fair amount of wine before I'll even think about touching the little vibrator I bought on a lonely booze fueled online shopping binge.. Is this something I want to keep to myself because it's intimate or because it's shameful? I run my eyes up your body. Lick my lips as I see yours parted in heavy breaths and meet your sincere eager eyes. You are sweating, hair matted to your face and your hands still grip the binding I asked you to hold, even after you've come.
Hesitantly I sit up, I lean back on one arm and slowly let my knees fall open, they lay across your thighs. I feel your feet move behind me as you push a pillow against my back. I smile at that. It's thoughtful and you still haven't released your grip on my ribbons. I bite my lip, nerves showing clearly. I look at the wall to my side suddenly unable to look you in the eyes, I press a finger to the hood of my clit.
Everyone's body is different, of course. I've seen pornstars pretend to rub themselves to climax, maybe it's real once in a while. I remind myself that porn isn't real and that I don't look gross like this just because my body is nothing like theirs. I let out a sigh and try to relax.
You've trusted me completely so maybe I can trust you as well. I feel my knees pressing against your thighs, I see a speck of chipped paint on the wall, I hear you breathing, I smell our scent in the air, I taste your cum in my mouth. And then I remember the moans of pleasure that I inspired and the sigh that escapes my lips this time is deeper. I press gently against the hood and pull back creating the delicious touch of suction I like when a session has been interrupted, usually by a stray thought.
After a few of those touches I run the pad of my finger in slow circles, I press over the hood and just below the actual tiny nub of my clitoris. My clit has always been far too sensitive to touch directly, it feels like fire, it's a stinging burning sensation that is absolutely not pleasurable. So I circle around it and my body starts to relax as the pleasure gently builds.
On a long exhale I open my eyes and flick to your face. I don't see the intense arousal from earlier there, instead your eyes are half lidded with a different smile playing across your lips. Your eyes meet mine and your smile deepens. I look away again with my cheeks staining a deep blush that I can even feel across my chest. But I let my finger keep its rhythm, I want to share this with you. I grasp my right nipple between my fingers rolling it gently until it's fully erect. My fingers move into a side to side motion along the hood of my clit and I let my finger brush the tip of my nipple. I release a stuttered breath and my body jerks forward slightly. I have my eyes tightly closed, they always are when I do this.
I hear your voice quiet and low say, 'You are so brave.' I blush again.
As the tension in my body builds I feel your legs wrap around me, your feet pressing against my lower back. It's an odd sort of hug that speaks not only of your desire to be closer but of your choice to honour my wish that you hold yourself bound. My mind flashes back to kissing your stomach, my nails down your chest, nibbling your ear and my body coils as my arousal heightens.