Chained Part 2

I wake from a hazy dream,
My body ebbing in and out of pulsing sensations,
You lie next to me, sleeping, so much more fragile than earlier,
Earlier; when you chained me down, held me to this plane of existence,
When I was desperate to fly…
And you finally let me,
But on your terms.

I smile at the handcuffs,
They’re lying there next to your prone body,
A body lying in repose, I can feel the slow, steady heartbeat,
The cool blood gliding through your veins as you sleep,
But not for long, love,
No, I will have you,
But on my terms this time.

You will burn for it as I did,
The magma will run through your veins, love,
With each touch, a shiver of heat will travel along your skin,
Unbidden, until your body is on fire, a smoldering ember, burning hot,
But unable to blaze,
Unable to explode,
With the heat you feel within.

I handcuff you to the bed,
You hardly stir, but as I whisper in your ear,
And slide my hand down to gently grasp you, to stroke,
You rise in my hand, hard and needing, and start as you realize you’re chained,
“No please” you whisper,
I brush my fingers over your skin,
“It’s your turn,” I croon.

My lips travel from your ear to mouth,
It is here that the teasing begins; you know what’s coming,
Your anticipation builds as I lower my lips to yours, give you a taste,
Then pull away. You try to follow but I press your shoulders down with my hands,
My lips just out of reach,
You can feel my breath on your lips,
I can feel your shivers.

I hold down your hips with my thighs,
Straddling you, and I start to use my hands,
My fingers play over your skin, over your body, my instrument,
I make you gasp as my hands whisper along your arms, your sides, your jaw, your neck
I tease and play your body,
A deft touch elicits a moan,
My nails dig into your skin and you cry out.

I can feel you shaking now,
Feel it in the breath before the touch and the breath after,
You were right; Love’s longing exists in this moment, but until now,
You only witnessed it in me, now you will long and yearn with every inch of your body,
I tease and play with you,
First with my hands, then,
Kiss, bite, kiss, bite.

When my lips touch your skin,
My tongue flicking out to taste the salt of your sweat,
You inhale sharply; I can feel as your body tenses and shakes,
Can feel you as you strain to thrust your hips upward, but I won’t let you,
You can feel me above your cock,
Wet and waiting for it,
Your desire sharpens my own.

My teeth close on your neck,
I suck on the spot; it’s so predatory to bite this vulnerable place,
You know what I’m thinking, you feel as though you are prey,
And I’m feasting on you, feasting on your arousal, your fire, letting it stoke my own,
Your taste, your scent,
Your moans, your desire,
All fuel the burning within me.

As my teeth close on your earlobe,
You and I gasp in unison; your desire is radiating out,
I can feel it under my skin, can feel the heat that filled you to the top,
Brimming out into me, into my core, filling me enough to burn, but not to explode,
You’ve been full of this heat,
But I’m going to give you more,
You haven’t flown high enough yet.

My leg slides over you,
Freeing your hips, you writhe and twist, finally free,
Yet you feel the absence of my body over yours, it intensifies your lust,
You whimper and strain towards me, kneeling beside you, biting my lip, my hair over my eyes,
Just the way you like it,
My hands move down on you,
So does my mouth.

“Oh God,” you moan,
You can’t believe that there is a deeper level of desire,
A level where it permeates not only body, but soul,
But there is: my hands stroke you first, circling your erection and moving slowly,
Up and down,
Rhythmically,
As I taste your thighs.

The feeling overwhelms you,
“Faster, please” you beg me, but not yet,
My hand moves steadily as my mouth moves closer to your cock,
My lips leaving a trail of dewy kisses on your thighs and hips, coming ever closer,
I shift my body, stop my hand,
You cry out, you’re on the edge,
My mouth closes over your head.

Your bestial cries for release arouse me,
The touch that you have longed for comes to fruition,
It jolts through your body, I can feel it through this connection;
My mouth glides up and down your phallus, tongue pressing and stroking as I move,
You clutch the bars of the bed,
I press my lips against you,
You scream for me to make you cum.

Now you understand this longing,
Now you understand the desperate needing of the soul,
You strain against the bonds that hold you, both of them,
The metal binding your wrists and the pleasure smothering your body,
You arch as I sit up,
Your eyes are feral with desire,
My breath catches as the handcuffs click.

If there is a momentary pause following the release of the handcuffs, I don’t see it,
You take me, spreading my legs roughly, and entering me fiercely,
The heat of your soul breaks over and floods mine as I cry out,
Your powerful thrusts rock my body,
For as you feel pleasure,
I feel it as well.
Your need overwhelms my senses, I can feel it in every part of me,
As you feed your lust, fuel the fire within you to a blaze,
My body tightens with yours, pleasure consumes us,
You fill me with fire and I sheath you in flame,
The heat of our ecstasy.
I watch as your face contorts with exquisite feelings as you plunge into me,
Listen to your cries as you edge closer and move deeper,
Hear my own cries mingle with yours,
So close to cresting the wave of fire.
Your lips close harshly on mine, taking my kiss as you do my body,
I look into your blue eyes, contrasting my green,
See the inferno reflected in both,
I clutch at you as we both scream from the heat,
From the intense fiery pleasure,
As it explodes within us.

We lie spent,
Staring into each other’s eyes, before we sleep,
Love’s longing may be in the kiss and the breath that follows, and in that exquisite pleasure,
But love, pure and simple, exists here.