Interstate Love Song, Part 3 of 3

I leaned in, kissing you again, keeping the head of my cock poised at your entrance, right on the edge of slipping inside. Your body tensed with expectation, but instead of pushing forward, I reached up, my fingers moving to the knots of silk and fabric that bound your wrists.

Your eyes flickered open, first in surprise, then in something deeper — gratitude, relief. You hadn’t resisted the restraints, but now, as I loosened them, as I slid your hands free, I could see how much you wanted to touch me, and to have your autonomy to guide our mutual pleasure.

I guided your arms around my shoulders, letting them drape over me naturally, feeling your fingertips press into the muscles of my back, your nails teasing over my skin. Then, as I cradled the back of your head, pressing my forehead to yours, I slowly, deliberately pushed forward.

Your gasp filled the space between us. It was louder this time — half excitement, half surprise. As wet as you were, I could feel the resistance, the tightness of you around me, gripping me as I pressed deeper.

I moved slowly, milking every millimetre, feeling you stretch, feeling your body adjust around me. My breathing grew heavier, my control tested as I fought the urge to drive into you all at once. Instead, I let the moment build, let us both feel every second of it, let the pleasure mount like a slow, burning wave.

You were trembling beneath me, your fingers clutching at my shoulders. I kissed you again — deep, reassuring — before pushing just a little further, sliding deeper, filling you completely... Relative to the drawn out tease of what had happened so far, the final part happened in a flash.

Once I was inside you, and you felt the full depth and girth of how I felt inside of you, we established a rhythm that nothing could stop. Fast but steady, I was pushing my hips into you rhythmically, while you pulled me into you and explored with your hands, enjoying the new found freedom. You ran them up my back, grabbing me with your nails, scratching ever so slightly, and moved up to my hair and face. You used one hand to brace my chest, feel my collarbones, and even ran your fingers up to my mouth, which I kissed and sucked with glee.

All the while I continued to thrust and when your hands found their way to my bum, I pressed my face into your chest and quickened the pace. I flew too close to the sun, I was experiencing an overwhelming wave of pleasure and there was no going back. Luckily, you caught the wave with me, and as I thrust in and out of you, in full strokes, coming almost all the way out, before going all the way back in, I could feel you still tight and tensing against me from the inside. As I thrust inside you one last time I exploded, my cock spasming and twitching inside you as the wave crashed and we clung to each other, grasping and tensing and flexing.

I held you tight, wanting to stay inside you forever, to roll over and fall asleep together. Hop a plane and fly to a desert island where we could wander naked and fuck on the sand, kiss in pools and streams.

We shifted, both wanting to decouple from the moment without disrupting any of the exquisite and uncluttered intimacy that we had both experienced. I lay down briefly on your chest, catching my breath. Your chest was heaving as well. We had exchanged so few words, contributing greatly to the dream-like state we found ourselves in.

I didn’t want to overstay my welcome, or ruin the moment. I kissed you softly on the lips and whispered ‘thank you’, and you smiled knowingly, with your own sense of gratitude in your eyes.

I watched as you slid off the bed, and watched you cross the room to the bathroom, to turn on the shower. I ogled your naked bum every step of the way, wanting that to be my lasting impression, to be an image tattooed on my eyeballs.

I recovered my clothes, returned the sheet to the bed and untied the remaining tethers from the bed, placing them on the bedside table.