Chapter 21 #2
This scene was simple for a beginner, and that’s the way it should be. As she gets more comfortable, we can take this practice to extreme levels, including suspension and other positions. But that’s for highly skilled Shibari partners.
She’s a work of art. The amount of time and level of trust it takes to make it through a session can stretch someone far beyond their limit. She did it with the grace of an experienced participant.
My heart pounds wildly. She’s the strongest, sexiest woman I know. I’m as hard as a rock for her.
I crawl my gaze over her. Her nipples are bright pink from the pressure of the ropes. I can’t take it anymore.
“Can you stay restrained for a while?” I take off my pants and climb onto the bed next to her.
“Yes.” She catches me scanning her body. “Does this excite you?”
“More than you know.” I get between her legs and tickle her folds, sliding my finger up and down her opening.
She groans and twitches. “Damn, that’s intense.”
I ascend as I kiss her belly, then the line between her rib cage, and then her mouth. I brush my lips against her skin as I trail circles around her taut nipples with my fingers. She lifts her head, reaching for me, telling me she wants to be kissed.
I dive into her mouth, exploring every inch of her sweetness. She takes me beyond my wildest dreams. Our breathing races as our passion ignites.
She gasps as she tries to move, but with each shift, the rope tightens, making her twist in ways she doesn’t usually. I break our kiss to look over her body.
Her white skin practically gleams like a shiny diamond. Different shades of red and pink paint lines over her near the ropes. She’s likely going to be more sensitive to my touch.
I suck her nipple into my mouth. She jerks, so I release it.
“Safe word.”
“Green. But holy hell, this is so intense.” Her eyelids lower slightly.
We make eye contact. Her steamy gaze burns my way.
A wicked laugh escapes me. “You make me so proud.”
She throws her head into the pillow and circles her hips, enticing me between her thighs. I feather kisses down her as she shudders and shakes.
She pants like she’s in heat. And that thought makes me out of my mind. Images of getting her pregnant invade me.
I try to push them aside, but imagining coming deep inside her just to have it result in a baby is a kind of excitement I can’t put into words. Pair it with this scene, and I’m bathing in pure desire.
Wanting to relish this experience for a while, I reel it in by eating her sweet pussy until she’s a grinding force to be reckoned with. Minutes go by as I devour her.
I flick her nipples from time to time, but she uses the safe word yellow when I do. It’s enough to tell me her breasts are too sensitive for any more contact, and I won’t push her.
“Jami, I need you inside of me.”
“I’m right there with you.” With my dick throbbing like I have it tied up, I find her entrance and slide into her. “Fuck, you’re so tight and wet. You feel like velvet inside, squeezing me in a warm grip. It’s perfect.”
I make love to her for a while as I tickle her skin and sensitive areas. She moans and groans as I glide in and out, connecting with her as closely as I can. I breathe in her lavender and vanilla perfume. Everything about her gets fused into this encounter with her.
“Jami, this is intense. You feel better than you ever have. Bigger for some reason.” She pulls on her restraints, twisting her hips as much as she can.
I fuck her good, circling my hips and pressing myself against her swollen bud with each move I make. Thrusting, grinding, and sliding into her until I’m about to go over the edge.
I place my hands on either side of her face, holding myself up, and stare adoringly into her eyes. “I love you more than words can say.”
“I…” She starts to say it back but squeezes her eyes shut. “Oh my god. I… I…”
She tightens around my cock in rhythmic pulses, and I know she’s shattering in a way she’s never experienced. The moment suspends in the air as I still and witness her unraveling beneath me. She tugs and yanks on the ropes like she forgot they were there.
I thrust into her, burying myself until I’m balls deep. The way I’m angled each time I pull out and pump back into her, I glide over her ripe sex. She screams out my name as she comes harder.
Her body shakes and trembles. Her grip around my shaft compresses in waves, taking me to the other side.
“Fuck, temptress. I’m coming…hard.” I find her mouth and invade it with my tongue.
I calm myself and ride the ripples and currents until I can’t take any more. Her body beneath me softens as I drop on top of her. I take a few quick breaths, knowing I can’t keep her tied up like she is.
I rise and pull out of her. “Let me get some salve and a warm towel. ”
“You can find me here when you come back.” A playfulness dances in her eyes.
I laugh and shake my head as I get off the bed, snagging my bottoms off the ground. “After all that, and you still need another lesson.”
Working back into my pajamas, I rush to get the items I want to use on her. This experience should be enjoyable, and aftercare is a must. It’s probably the most important part of a session like this.
Once I get back to her, I sit beside her and carefully place a warm towel between her legs and release the ropes above her head. “You might be sore tomorrow. It’s nothing to be worried about if you are.”
“That was…incredible.” She studies my execution as I take my time untying her legs.
“Yeah?” I flash her an encouraging smile. “Tell me what you’re feeling.”
“I can’t put it into words, but I liked it. One second I was high on endorphins, and the next I was a little frustrated because I couldn’t move the way I wanted.”
“Did that bother you?”
“No.” She rubs her wrists and sits up.
I twist the lid to the salve jar off and scoop out a dollop. “Here, let me help.”
I run the ointment around each wrist in a light, circular pattern. She smiles at the sentiment. Warmth spreads through me as she sinks into the pleasure of my aftercare.
This is my favorite part of a Shibari session. There’s an intense connection that streams from one partner to the other. Trust is deeper and more profound.
I continue to undo the bindings around her limbs and her body while applying the soothing salve over the skin that seems most irritated. With each rope that falls away from her, she relaxes a little more. After the release she experienced, she should sleep well tonight .
Once she’s free, I adjust myself so I’m behind her and massage oils into her skin. Red and purple marks are already forming along her shoulder blades and back.
My stomach clenches, and guilt thunders through me. “Dori, I need you to tell me when the ropes are too tight.”
She peeks at me over her shoulder. “They weren’t.”
Using a gentle tone in case she’s feeling emotional, I prod her more. “You’re bruising. That tells me it was too much. At least for your first time doing this.”
She lowers her head, and tears sprout from her eyes.
Fuck. I know better than to push someone right after a session like that.
It’s a sensitive time for both partners. Stagnant and painful memories can surface as the muscles and tissue work to release toxins from the body. It can be overwhelming and confusing.
I pull her into my chest and rock her in my arms. “I’m sorry. You did nothing wrong. I’m just concerned that I hurt you.”
“But you didn’t.” She snuggles into me, crawling into my lap. “Will you ever trust me?”
“Of course I trust you.” I kiss the top of her head while caressing her arm with my fingertips.
“How can you trust me when I don’t trust myself?”
“Why do you feel that way about yourself?” I shift to release the tightness in my stomach.
Maybe she wasn’t ready for this kind of sexual play. I allow her a moment of silence so she can identify her emotions and share them with me.
“What if Aiden was right and our relationship isn’t strong enough to last?”
With her words, my greatest fear surfaces. Will I ever have a family of my own with her, or will she leave me?
After all, she’s going to Denver tomorrow. What if Aiden convinces her that her temporary sadness is because she’s here with me, and she doesn’t come back?