Damon had always been there for me in my time of need. Patient, empathetic, receptive—he had a way of making a woman feel like everything beyond her body mattered to him. Having known one another since high school I could easily claim that no one I have encountered has ever been of the same caliber. He adored my stretch marks—called them tiger stripes—and would tell me that I would look ravishing in a burlap sack. I always thought that he should lead seminars on how to please a woman.
He was also a pheromone junkie, which is why on this particular night he specifically requested that I not bathe or change my clothes before arriving at his apartment after helping my friend move into her new apartment. This request alone was enough to preoccupy my thoughts for the entire day, but added to it was the six month long yearning for the man that I had endured. My last relationship… did not work out.
Taking in my essence was the first endeavor on his list after he opened his front door to greet me. “You look just as captivating as ever, Amber,” he said, signaling me to fold into his embrace. He held me close to his chest, guiding my body along with his gentle sway while we breathed in unison. Feeling his arousal slowly begin to swell from beneath his belt buckle I clasped the side loops of his jeans and drew him further into me, my mouth instantly beginning to salivate. He nuzzled his chin then nose into the crown of my head, releasing a low, blissful hum as his fingers traced the contour of my spine. “Are you about to feast on me, Damon,” I giggled into his chest, “right here for all of your neighbors to see?” He stepped back, mischievously smiled down upon me, and suggested that we find more cozy surroundings. During the proceeding walk up a flight of stairs he remained four or so steps behind me—the flesh on the exposed portion of my lower back feeling the weight of his stare.
Stepping into his room I realized how much I missed his bed, how many past acrobatic feats I had performed on its jungle gym-like frame. This time he had sheer, brick red fabric clothing the top poles, cascading down to make fanciful sidewalls. The stylish, womb-like contraption begged to be slept in. After unfastening my restrictive, musky bra and unbinding my feet from my shoes I jumped onto his duvet and made myself comfortable. While he lit what seemed to be dozens of votive candles around the room I laid on my back, fiddling with the only object other than pillows on his perfectly-made bed.
“Open it, Amber.” Prying one side of the lid I revealed a shiny metal implement, glided one finger tip across the engraved handle, then lifted it from its casing. “Be careful, it is sharp,” he said, kneeling down to join me on the bed. Taking the knife from my hands, he shifted one panel of the draping fabric aside and placed it on the nightstand. “I would never want anything to harm that stunning body of yours,” he assured, moving back over me.
Playfully nudging his forehead into mine he spurted sweet, soft sentences of adoration while our closeness awakened the latent force within our bodies. “I can almost hear your body demanding me to take it from under that over-sized t-shirt,” he chuckled, sliding his hand beneath the obstacle then slowly peeling it upward from my waist. Upon reaching my mounds of soft flesh he raised his fingers and drifted them from one peak to the other—barely grazing the hardened tips. “Damon, I wish for nothing more than to feel all of you,” I eagerly gasped. “You will, beautiful woman, he promised, sitting upright and shifting to the edge of the bed. His hand moved the nightstand and picked up the knife, admiring it for a few seconds, then opened the top drawer. “I bought these a few months back specifically with you in mind,” he said, retrieving five scarlet silk scarves. As he turned back to me an excited grin drifted over my face.
“...you want me to please you, don’t you, Natasha?”
“That is kind of a silly question. Do you want to use those scarves on me, Damon?”
I sensed that he could feel the heat rising from my body as he knelt down to kiss me, fastening one of my wrists to the bed post then delivering gentle nibbles to my ear lobes and a trail of kisses across my face. Imagining how damp my panties must have been, wondering if anything had already surfaced through to my black tights, I parted my thighs to their furthest extent. Slowly he traversed his mouth over my navel, the only flesh exposed of my form, down to my dribbling crevice.
Weaving two more silk scarves intricately about my ankles, he then bound my feet to the lower bed posts. I softly chuckled, biting my lip and writhing into the bed. No, I did not have any qualms about being completely vulnerable to him. “You have...become very...creative, Damon, in the time that we have been apart,” I quipped. “You have become even more ravishing, sweet woman,” he purred, smiling down upon me and wrapping the final piece of silk around the palm of one hand. “What shall I do with this last one?” Fluttering the fabric over my exposed belly his other hand searched for evidence of my arousal.
He lowered his body closer, delivering one last playful kiss. Upon opening my eyes all that I saw before them were woven red strands. Continuing to nibble on my lower lip, he carefully tied a knot at the back of my head. Tracing the tip of his tongue from my hip to my exposed chest, one hand proceeded to my throbbing mound and nestled the fabric between my hidden folds. I knew that he wanted them fully-revealed—open...to him. I sensed his movement back to the night stand. My belly quivered at the thought of the cold steel on its surface.
He quickly lifted the cotton tights away from one inner thigh, slid the knife into the fabric, and ripped it from my aching region. I jumped, shook my head a couple of times, immediately becoming short-winded. He waited, and after a few long moments my body calmed only to become tense again to the sound of the gusset of my panties ripping. The slack on the scarves allowed my knees only slight inward movement. My lips trembled somewhat. He gently massaged my hips until my breathing slowed.
Starting at the base of one puffy fold, he fervently lapped upward, stopped, then granted the same attention to the other side, repeatedly, increasing with intensity with each passing. I imagined him fondly observing my reddish passageway caving inward with each breath that I took. He continued, his four ‘o clock shadow grazing my inner thighs until my sweet moans filled the room.
The cold blade returned and in one swift movement it ripped my shirt from the bottom seam cutting it all the way to the neckline. He rested on my barren, erratically-rising chest, and held me close to him. With every dip of his pelvis nectar seeping from my fleshy flower flowed around his engorged member. Resting his head upon my shoulder he whispered into my ear. “Would you like for me to be inside of you?” I merely sighed in affirmation. …another silly question. Caressing the nape of my neck, he lifted the cold metal implement to one cheek, and paused. My chest rose furiously beneath him, my mind vacillating between fear and ardent passion. He drifted the steel piece down my throat then circled my chest. I released a long, beckoning cry. Abruptly, he moved inside of me. The hours of anticipation causing my body to convulse,...around him,…onto him. For hours our mingling forms shifted from fervently fucking to gentle love-making, until our mouths were numb and the sheets were soaked with our fusion.
After unbinding my limbs and unveiling my eyes we laid on our sides, drifting our fingers through each other’s hair. Although the sun had not yet risen the birds were beginning to welcome it.
“I have never experienced anything like that before in my entire life. You have definitely evolved since we were together last. I must say that I was scared when you held the blade to my face and throat.”
“Why didn’t you ask me to stop?”
“I trusted that you knew what you were doing and would not cut me”
“My dear, it would take a considerable amount of pressure to slice you with this,” he said, sliding a metallic envelope opener from beneath one of the pillows.
