the love

Chapter 7 the ride home

As I finished my shift and walked to my motorcycle, an intense longing to be with my lover consumed me. Rushing home, my heart racing with anticipation, I found her waiting for me on the couch, the sunlight accentuating her curves. I was consumed by desire as I kissed her lips, neck, and inner thigh, feeling her heartbeat and craving intimacy. As I pleasured her, I was aware of her arousal on my face and her legs trembling. Reaching up to caress her breast, I felt her heart pounding and her c******s throbbing. The bed grew wetter as I continued to lick her, and her moan grew louder and her toes started to curl, as my tongue went in a circular motion around her c******s and my hands on her thighs and I felt like I was in heaven. My sole focus was pleasing this woman, and I never wanted to stop. My heart grew louder the longer I was going down on her. I softly moved her leg on my shoulder as I scooted up to insert myself into her gaps for air like she was drowning, but it was a relief. Like that was all she wanted for that last hour, she grabbed my face and started violently making out with me she inserted her tongue in my mouth trading saliva. As her lips brushed against mine, the sweet, cherry flavor of her lip balm danced on my taste buds, leaving me craving more. With each tender kiss, my arousal grew, fueled by the sugary taste of her lips, reminiscent of a sweet, sticky cherry apple. As I guided my shaft deeper inside of her, my arousal intensified and I reached for the handcuffs, gently cuffing them together, and she whispered 'do as you please to me, daddy', prompting me to grab the collar that read 'I am a good girl' in bold, golden letters.As I delicately insinuated my fingers beneath her collar, I tenderly drew her nearer, her hands tantalizingly restrained together by cuffs, the soft tinkling of the metal sending frissons of delight down her spine. The proximity precipitated a rapid acceleration of her heartbeat, her pulse pounding in her wrists with an almost palpable intensity, and her entire body began to tremble with anticipation, as if a sudden chill had swept over her, leaving her breathless and wanting. And in that moment, she knew, without a scintilla of doubt, who the dominant entity was in the room. All she could think about was the depth of my penetration within her and the copious moisture that had accumulated beneath her As the fragrance wafted through the room, it was reminiscent of the intoxicating aroma of passion, an intense blend of love and desire that seemed to permeate every molecule of air, evoking the primal, all-consuming sensations of intimacy. The sound of handcuffs on her wrists only served to heighten the experience, as I became enveloped in the scene unfolding before me. Her face was a picture of unbridled pleasure, her eyes rolling back in her head as sweat dripped down her forehead. The air was thick with tension, and all I could hear was her whispered plea: 'Give me more, daddy.' The chain brake in the handcuffs allowed her to have one piece on one hand and the other on the other, and in the midst of it all, she reached around and gave my back a gentle scratch, her fingernails digging into my skin in the shape of a heart. And I knew in that moment, I was hers, and hers alone