Chapter 30 #2
“Not yet.” Luisa was fully in her stride now, the nervousness gone, replaced by something much more playful.
She settled between Amy’s spread legs and lowered her mouth to the inside of Amy’s thigh, kissing along her skin, getting closer and closer to where Amy was aching for her.
Amy could feel Luisa’s breath, warm and maddeningly near, and she tried to shift her hips but couldn’t get close enough.
When Luisa’s tongue finally made contact, a single, slow stroke, Amy cried out, her hands clenched against her thighs.
It felt incredible, the relief of being touched after all that teasing, and Luisa seemed to sense it because she kept going, her tongue moving with a gentle, unhurried rhythm that started to build Amy toward something that felt like it was going to be massive.
Amy could feel it coming, feel the tension coiling deep inside, her breathing getting faster, her moans coming closer together.
She was so close, right on the edge, and then Luisa stopped.
Just stopped. She lifted her head and looked at Amy with a smile, her lips glistening with what Amy knew was her own arousal.
“No!” Amy gasped. “Don’t stop… I was right there…”
“I know,” Luisa said, sounding enormously pleased with herself. “That’s the point, isn’t it?”
Amy let her head fall back against the pillow, panting, her whole body thrumming with unreleased tension. She could feel the frustrated energy in every muscle, her hands straining uselessly against the cuffs, her legs parted and unable to do a thing about it.
Luisa gave her maybe thirty seconds, kissing the inside of her thighs, her stomach, letting Amy’s breathing slow just enough, and then her tongue was back, finding exactly the right spot, the right pressure, and Amy felt herself climbing again almost immediately, faster this time because her body was already primed, and it built and built and she was so close, she was right there, and Luisa stopped again.
“Fuck…” Amy moaned, and Luisa laughed. Actually laughed. Amy realised that Luisa was genuinely enjoying this, finding real pleasure in the power of it, in watching Amy helpless under her control.
The third time Luisa brought her close it was with her fingers, slipping two inside while her thumb worked in slow circles, and Amy could feel herself clenching around Luisa’s fingers, could feel every nerve ending firing, the orgasm building like a wave and then Luisa’s hand slowed, slowed, stopped, her fingers still inside Amy but motionless, and Amy heard herself make a desperate sound.
“Please, Luisa, please…” The words came out desperate. “I need to cum… please let me cum…”
“Hmm,” Luisa said thoughtfully, as if she was genuinely giving it consideration. “Not yet, I think.” She started to move her fingers again, slowly, barely moving, just enough to keep Amy suspended in that agonising state between almost and not quite.
“Talk to me,” Amy gasped, reaching for anything that might push her over the edge. “In Spanish. Please. Talk to me in Spanish.”
Luisa’s eyes lit up at that. She leaned close to Amy’s ear, her fingers still moving with torturous slowness, and whispered, “Te gusta cuando te hago esto?” She kissed Amy’s neck. “Quieres más?”
“Yes… whatever you just said, yes…”
“I asked if you like it when I do this to you,” Luisa murmured, her fingers curling slightly. “And if you want more.” Another kiss on Amy’s neck. “Eres tan hermosa así… completamente mía…” Her fingers curled deeper inside Amy and Amy’s back arched, straining against the restraints.
“What was that?” Amy gasped.
“I said you’re so beautiful like this. Completely mine.” Luisa’s lips brushed Amy’s ear. “Quieres que te deje acabar?”
“What does that mean?” Amy panted.
Luisa pulled back to look at her, smiling. “I asked if you want me to let you finish.”
“God, yes. Please.”
“Then ask me. In Spanish.”
“I don’t speak Spanish!”
“I’ll teach you.” Luisa’s fingers were still moving, impossibly slow, keeping Amy right on the edge. “Say: por favor.”
“Por favor…” Amy managed to gasp before a tremor ran through her and she moaned.
“Good. Now say: déjame acabar.”
“Déjame…” Amy tried, but another moan cut through the words as Luisa’s thumb pressed harder. “Déjame acabar…”
“Close. Your accent is terrible.” Luisa grinned. “Again. Déjame acabar.”
“Déjame acabar… please, Luisa, déjame acabar…”
“Better. One more time, properly.”
“Déjame acabar!” Amy was almost shouting it now, pulling at the restraints.
Luisa looked at her for a moment, her expression shifting from playful to something altogether more carnal. “Bueno,” she whispered. “Since you asked so nicely…”
Her mouth went back between Amy’s legs and her fingers found their rhythm again, faster now, and Amy felt the wave that had been held back for so long start to build with terrifying speed, and Luisa wasn’t teasing any more, she was focused, purposeful, her tongue and fingers working together, and Amy could feel it coming, unstoppable this time, a freight train of an orgasm bearing down on her.
“Don’t stop… don’t stop… don’t stop…” Amy repeated breathlessly, and Luisa didn’t, she kept going, kept the pressure and the pace exactly where it needed to be, and Amy felt her body start to shake, felt her thighs trembling against the restraints, felt every muscle in her body tensing, and then it broke, it crashed through her, and she screamed, actually screamed, her back arching so hard the restraints bit into her thighs, her hands clenching and unclenching, unable to move, wave after wave after wave rolling through her while Luisa held on, her mouth still on Amy, her fingers still inside, drawing it out and out and out until Amy thought she couldn’t take any more.
Finally Luisa slowed her fingers, eased off the pressure with her tongue, letting Amy come down from the heights.
“Oh my God…” Amy whispered when she could speak. “Oh my God, Luisa… what you do to me…”
Luisa crawled up the bed and lay down next to her, stroking Amy’s hair, kissing her forehead and her cheeks. “Was that ok?” she whispered, and Amy could hear the need to know she’d done it right.
“I don’t think there’s a word for how good that was.” Her heart was still hammering in her chest and her whole body felt like it had been hooked up to the mains electricity, in a very good way.
“Increíble?” Luisa offered.
“That’ll do.” Amy closed her eyes, enjoying the delicious feeling of a little aftershock of pleasure rolling through. “I think you’ve finished me off.”
Luisa stroked Amy’s hair and kissed her forehead. “We’ll see about that,” she said simply.
They lay like that for a few minutes, Amy still restrained and helpless, Luisa’s hand caressing Amy’s face, Amy’s breathing and heart rate slowly returning to normal.
Then Luisa reached over and unfastened the thigh restraints, one side then the other, and Amy stretched her legs out with a sigh of relief, her muscles stiff from being held in position.
“Better?” Luisa asked.
“Much. Come here.” Amy pulled Luisa in for a long, slow kiss, tasting herself on Luisa’s lips and tongue. When they broke apart Amy said, “You’re a natural at that, you know that?”
Luisa blushed. “Beginner’s luck.” She paused, running her finger along Amy’s collarbone. “I’m not done with you yet though.”
“No?”
“No.” Luisa sat up and reached for the handcuffs. “Give me your hands.”
“I… seriously, I don’t think I can do any more. My body…”
“You asked me to trust you earlier,” Luisa interrupted. “Now, trust me.”
Amy held her wrists out and Luisa fastened the cuffs, clipping them together so that Amy’s hands were bound in front of her. Then, with a gentle push, Luisa lifted Amy’s arms up above her head, resting on the pillow.
“Keep them there,” Luisa said, and there was something in her voice, a commanding tone that Amy hadn’t heard from her before and made Amy want to obey. “If you move them, I stop. Understood?”
Amy nodded, her bound wrists resting on the pillow above her, and watched as Luisa went and got the vibrator. She turned it on, the low hum filling the quiet room, and held it up for Amy to see.
“Have you used one of these on someone before?” Amy asked.
“No. But I’ve used one on myself plenty of times.” She grinned. “So I figure I know the general idea.” Luisa smiled as she settled back between Amy’s legs. “Tell me if it’s too much.”
She pressed the vibrator gently against Amy’s inner thigh and Amy twitched at the sensation, the vibration travelling through her skin. Luisa moved it slowly, tracing along Amy’s thigh, up across her hip, down the other thigh, teasing Amy with it.
When she finally pressed it between Amy’s legs, lightly, Amy’s hips bucked and she let out a moan that came from a place deep down inside. Luisa adjusted the angle, watching Amy’s face to see how she reacted.
“There?” Luisa asked.
“A little higher… yes, there, right there…”
Luisa held it there and lowered her mouth to Amy’s breast, and the combination was unbelievable… she could, impossibly, feel it building again.
“Luisa… I can’t, there’s no way I can climax again so soon…”
Luisa lifted her head and looked at Amy with that calm, growing confidence. “Trust me.”
She lowered her mouth back to Amy’s breast and started to move the vibrator in slow circles, varying the pressure.
Amy’s hands gripped each other above her head, her knuckles white, keeping her arms where they were simply because Luisa had told her to and somehow that made everything that much more intense.
“Quiero que te corras para mí,” Luisa whispered. “Otra vez.” She glanced up at Amy. “I want you to cum for me. Again.” Those words were almost enough on their own.
Luisa slipped the vibrator down and inside Amy, her mouth taking over and her tongue doing what Amy knew it could do so very well.
The dual sensation was insane, and Amy knew, impossibly, that she was right on the edge again, her climax approach too fast to stop, and Luisa was, it seemed, done with teasing her as she didn’t stop, didn’t pull back, just kept going until Amy came with a shuddering, gasping, body tensing climax that left her breathless and shaking, calling out Luisa’s name amongst the moans and gasps that she couldn’t help making.
Luisa turned off the vibrator and gently withdrew it, then moved up to lie beside Amy, pulling her close, leaving Amy’s hands bound between them.
They lay like that for a long time, Amy’s face buried in Luisa’s neck, her body still trembling with aftershocks, Luisa’s hand stroking her back in slow, soothing circles.
“You ok?” Luisa whispered.
“More than ok.” Amy lifted her head and kissed Luisa softly. “You’re amazing. Truly.”
Luisa smiled, and Amy could see the pride there, the satisfaction of realising that even though she was new at this she was good at it.
“I liked doing that to you,” Luisa said. “I liked watching you helpless and losing control.”
“Not many people have seen me like that.”
“I know. That makes it special.”
Amy kissed her again, then said, “Are you going to untie my hands?”
Luisa looked at Amy’s bound wrists, then back at Amy’s face, a wicked expression settling on her face.
“Why would I do that when we’re not finished yet?”