Boundless Love

Red silk ties the girl's wrists to the bedframe. She lies on her back, eyes wide, red curls spilling across white sheets. Her lover kneels over her, mouth hovering above her navel, then lower. Wetness glistens between the bound girl's thighs before a tongue touches it. A slow lick, then another, firmer. The bound girl's hips twitch. She strains against the ties, but the knots hold. Her lover spreads her open with two fingers, slides her tongue inside, tastes deeper. When she pulls back her chin shines. She moves up, presses their bodies together, kisses her hard so she tastes herself on those lips. The bound girl wraps her legs around her lover's waist, pulls her in. Their clits brush. They grind until the mattress creaks. Sweat beads on pale skin. A hand slips between them, finds slick folds, circles until breath hitches. Fingers push in, curl, find that spot that makes the tied girl gasp. She comes with a sharp cry, body bowing off the bed. Her lover watches every tremor, then climbs higher, straddles her face. The bound girl opens her mouth, eager. Her tongue works while her lover rocks her hips, takes what she needs. Hands grip red hair, hold her in place. Wet sounds fill the quiet room. Her lover's thighs shake, then still. She eases down beside her, unties one wrist, then the other. They kiss again, slower now, tasting each other, skin to skin, still close.