Handcuffed

This moment was unbelievable!! There she was stranded, defenseless against the wall from his wishes. Here "just friends" were making the mistake of generations before. Why is it?? Why is it man can never learn. From a little drop by, she found herself cuff to the shower head, hot water wetting her tee shirt, her jeans.............her. And he was watching!!!!!
Absorbing the entire moment, bathing in the bodily tensions. His was off but hers were still on but yet she saw he truly lust for her body. Happily she let jeans be removed and finally sense the warm currents over her thighs. He was behind her, taking her into his hands and pulling her body closer against, she responded, pressing herself into him, trapping him onto the wall, feeling his excitement rising. Any future slow dance could recall this moment.
Hungrily he took her ears into his lips, his ways with his mouth showed he desired all of her flesh. Gradually movement descended towards her neck. The sex was now warming. Tensely he slid his palms up her sides to her cuffed hands above her, buckling her under the friction. Teasingly his tougue designed under her arms making her giggle and twitch only to press back sharply into him n excite him further. The tougue was on her spine,

"I'm not going kiss your lips till you are complete.................."


She melted, she could hear the R&B song "Chantee got a man........" Finally, found an unselfish lover, a true human being who realised their was greater joy in giving than receiving. She had a man. In one fluid movement her shirt laid soaked and off her body. Slowly he travelled led his tougue southwards upon her spine with his fingers quickly releasing her bra out of the way. He proceed onwards, he was obstructed. He heard not to do this but his imagination was thinking otherwise, taking her string between his teeth, the material was tugged upwards cutting into her. She moaned. softly he released, sharply tugged again holding the tension into her then releasing. She was now against once more, infront he grab the material near the top, slowly up then down like a saw cutting into to her. He always heard they don't like this, they LIED!!!
She felt friction as he dug his finger tips, like a cat, down her hamstrings. He bit her butt. She smiled. One of his favourite parts of her, he found developed, shaped, contoured perfectly. He selected a thigh. Deliberately he trailed intense bites down to her knee. On to the next leg, softly he trailed light kisses upwards. He was on his knees infront now. He brought his lips as close as possible, without touching, to her inwardness. Viciously he breathed hot upon her then intensely cold, over and over. His sounds, the sensations, mere space was still separating them, he hadn't touch her, yet he was driving her wild. He paused too savour her. He asked her if she trust him down here, down here between her legs. She replied. He continued his torture ........................ breathing