Posted by red on August 28th, 2007 in Kink, Sex

It’s winter and yet it’s so sunny. Roi is smiling as he squints into the windshield of the car as we wind down the forested road. We both are welcoming the break from daily life with open arms – there will be no TV, just the ocean. I have brought no books, nor projects, nor puzzles to do – only red twisted monk rope, pink high heels and blush coloured wine. We only get one night in Sooke before the real world calls us back; and it remains unspoken that our only entertainment will be one another and the sights, sounds and scents from the oceanside garden and the emerald sea.

The room is lavish – while Roi takes a mist shower, I fill the soaker tub on the ocean view balcony, light a fire, and scatter tea lights about. He emerges looking blissfully relaxed to find me stretched on the (oh so soft) bed wearing something almost non-existent and the lightest of pinks. He smiles and comes over to me, crawling over to place his body over mine. We kiss, and as our lips melt together the moment seems to last forever.

We sit in the soaker tub and drink wine. I’ve made it too hot for us to really move (oops), but it feels so good that I’m not too disappointed we can’t entangle in a watery embrace. The air is crisp and cool – it is winter, after all – and so my skin feels incredibly engaged in the experience of sitting in the tub. Hot and cold meet at the waters edge; my skin reddens deeper and deeper as I sit still. Too soon I have to get out, leaving Roi to savour the heat for a few extra moments. I towel off, check the fire, and lay some rope and shears out beside the bed. The high heels go back on – despite making me feel unstable, they make my legs look irresistible to Roi and that’s the effect I want.

He comes back in and eyes me, smiling. I direct him to the bed and he looks intrigued. Sitting him down, I grasp his wrist and lay the rope around it, slowly building a wide wrist cuff, which I tie off before guiding the excess rope behind his back and to his other wrist. I don’t have quite as much rope so the cuff is slightly smaller but just as secure. He looks at me and his eyes seem confused and complacent. It’s a look I know well – it’s a challenge. He wants to be bound some more; he wants to feel wholly restrained – but yet, he’s resistant. This is a side of Roi I am familiar with – the side that causes him to tap out before I get a chance to immobilize him, the side that pouts somewhat if he’s tied up but not really restrained…

As I am but a greenling rope top, this is challenging for me. I have discovered, however, that what I lack in technical abilities, I can make up for if I’m just a tad bit creative and smart about it all. Thus, as Roi’s eyes both defy me and dare me, I simply smile and lean into him, gently pushing him down onto the bed. His eyes widen as he understands what I’ve done – his wrists are now stuck at his sides. The slack that was between his wrists is now pinned beneath his back – he is suddenly immobilized and his eyes both thank me and curse me. His mouth opens to gripe about being bound too loosely – he feels he could get out if he really wanted to. I agree – he probably could – but I don’t let on that I believe him. Instead, I demand he lay there as I crawl up onto his face, and plant my pussy neatly onto his lips and tongue.

His muffled complains make way to contented lapping noises from him and moans that come from deep within me. I ride him like that, for a while, and sigh contentedly as I feel a surprisingly full bodied orgasm start to well up inside of me. I will it back somewhat – I’m enjoying the moment too much and want it to last.

I reach back and find his cock, bouncing in space, hard and expectant. My hand wraps around it and starts stroking, gently. He moans beneath me as my pace quickens to match that of his tongue. I grind into his face; he grinds into my hand. His lips tug at my labia; my fingers massage and pull on his scrotum. We grunt and moan and pant together, bodies oscillating, moans reaching a crescendo. We stay there – in that place – for however long it is we manage. It’s an equilibrium, and a precarious one at that. It feels so good we press on, looking to finally tip it over…yet we stop ourselves short, struggling to let the journey last for just a few more moments. I get lost in it, and so does he – in that little place we’ve created all that exists is our interaction. It’s ephemeral, yes, but that’s what makes it so unfuckingbelievably tantalizing.

I trip and fall over the edge first, my pussy shrieking “enough!” as it comes with a thundering rush. My hand momentarily tightens and my pelvis thrusts forward. He shrinks his face down so he can still breathe, and simultaneously lets out a roar as I feel hot drops rain down on my quivering fingers. His body tenses and releases and his hands shake and stutter at his sides against his bonds. His cock pulses and finally quiets down, seemingly relaxed after its dramatic climax.

I release his wrists and he wraps his arms around me. We’re a mess, as is the rope, as is the bed – but that’s OK. I close my eyes half way and allow myself to melt completely. His lips touch my forehead and he breaths out a “wow”. At the foot of the bed, the fireplace flickers, embers burning bright, begging for another log to consume so that it may roar once again.