between his lips and sucks, his breath tickling as he exhales deeply. I giggle and pull away, leaning over to place the tray on the floor I have an idea.
“Where are you going?” he asks as I cross the room.
“I just thought that maybe we could try something a little different today” I tease, pulling one of my silk scarves out of a draw; as I walk back towards the bed I begin twisting the ends around my hands, then tug it out tight making a slapping sound with the fabric.
A smile creeps across his face, “And just what do you propose we do with that?” he asks intrigued.
“We? No no,I will be tying you up with it.” I explain, taking his hands and placing them either side of one of the corner posts of the bed, before wrapping the scarf around his wrists and tying it together tightly.
“Ms. Mavers, I didn't think you had it in you” he speaks, surprised, but clearly enjoying it. Quite frankly I didn't know I had it in me either, I don't know what it is about Carlos, but he makes me want to be naughty.
Once he's securely tied, at the top and bottom, I take a step back and survey my handiwork. He is trussed up good and proper and entirely at my mercy.
I start at his ankles, slowly running my hands up his legs as I crawl up the bed towards his growing erection, but I just skim past it and up on to his chest.
“I want to touch you” he begs, pulling at his restraints.
“I know” I answer cockily, running my tongue up his neck and along his strong jaw line. He lifts his head instinctively to kiss me, but just before our lips meet, I retreat back down.
Caressing his smooth chest with my hands I lean down and flick my tongue over his nipple, I know how good it feels when he does it to me, but I've never thought of doing it to a man. He breathes in sharply, his erection now pushing up against my belly, he must like it; I play around a little more, sucking and nibbling, his hips are pushing up furiously.
“I need to touch you” he begs again.
“Shh!” I admonish him giving him a light, warning slap to the face, I'm really getting carried away with the power. His eyes widen, gobsmacked, but still grinning in awe.
I sit down, straddling him, so his penis is pressed down onto him and run my finger from the hollow of his neck all the way down to where the tip of it rests on his abdomen; but before I touch it I lift my finger into my mouth and suck it, letting him see my tongue ravish it.
“Uuuhh, yes sweetness” he murmurs, hypnotised.
I return my hand back to where it was and use my lubricated finger to massage the head of his penis. He starts moaning with pleasure, grinding his hips below me, “That feels amazing”
“Do you want more?” I ask.
“Yes I want more” he pleads.
I move back so when I bend forward I can take his big cock into my mouth, twirling my tongue around where my finger was before plunging down and sending him into a frenzy; his wrists and ankles are straining at their ties to get free, a mix of enjoyment and utter frustration tearing him apart.
I move up his body and push him inside of me, slowly moving up and down, pausing at the top, then sinking back down.
When I feel like I've tortured him enough I arch my back and pull at the scarf releasing his ankles then repeat it with his hands. The very second he is free, he springs up, grabbing hold of me and throwing me to one side making me shriek, so now I'm on my back, with him baring down on me.
He takes all his built up frustration and pounds it into me, while his hands grab greedily at every inch of my body and his lips press hard against my own.
By the time we reach climax we are both sweating profusely and gasping for air, our arms and legs sticking out all over the place and our hearts beating so fast it feels as though they might burst out of our chests at any given second.
Normally after sex we both bask in a happy, comfortable exhaustion, but there’s an unusually pensive look on Carlos’s face as if his mind is a million miles away, “What’s