Spider Game
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She straddled him and rode him rough. He used the strength of his hips to surge into her while his hands at her waist brought her down with firm, intense strokes. He loved watching her breasts jolt and sway each time he slammed her down on his cock. She changed the pace repeatedly, spiraling her hips down, working his cock the way she would a pole. Impaling herself over and over until her entire body was flushed a beautiful rose. Until her breath came in ragged pants.
He watched her face as the powerful orgasm swept her away, and her body took his with it. She merely slumped over him, right there, with his cock deep inside of her.
“Lift up a little, honey,” she murmured. She sounded sated and happy. “Put space between your hips and back and the mattress.”
He obeyed without question. Her body still sheathed his cock in her tight, scorching tunnel and that was all that mattered to him. She slid one hand under him and silk began to enclose them both, wrapping them in a tight weave, a cocoon of sheer silk, tying them together, her body over his, her head on his chest. His thighs and lower legs were free as were his arms and head, but they were locked together, woven in silk. He knew, had he asked, she would have suspended them from the ceiling so they could rock together in a cradle. He knew he’d suggest that one day soon.
She murmured something soft against his chest, mostly breath. Mostly air. He knew it was love. She fell back asleep. Trap lay awake for a long time, savoring the feeling of her there, locked to him even in her sleep. She wrapped him up with her arms and legs so that she surrounded him, and they were locked in her silk together, his cock deep inside her, so that he breathed her in with every breath he drew.
He fantasized about all sorts of things she could make from her silk. Various swings, from bondage to double swings to spinning ones. So many possibilities. A sex stool with maybe a vibrating dildo she could impale herself on while she sucked him off. A sling. One that he could restrain her in, keeping her wide open to him. One she could restrain him in. Definitely endless possibilities.
Go to sleep, crazy man.
I’m working here. For us. I’m an idea man.
For yourself. And you lack imagination when it comes to silk. I already have thought of several really great ideas. Of course, since I’ll have you at my mercy, I don’t know how great you’ll think they are until after. Then I know you’ll love them.
As long as turnabout is fair play, I’m in. All the way.
I’m holding you to that. Now go to sleep. I’m exhausted.
Thinking about those various swings and slings has me all hot and bothered.
I can feel you, already hard as a rock. Seriously, Trap. I think you could go all night. There was amusement in her voice. Drowsy. Sexy. She wasn’t saying no, but she was amused. Her hips moved subtly, locked in place by the silk.
Of course I can go all night. He could prove it to her. All day and night.
He moved with her. Gently. Barely. A whisper of movement. So sexy his heart jerked in his chest in time to his cock jerking and swelling more. Still, she was exhausted, and he liked the idea of her sleeping just like this. With him filling her. Stretching her. He brushed a kiss on top of her head. “Go back to sleep, baby. I will too.”
“Mmm. Nice.” Her voice was drowsy. Sexy. Filled with love. He felt the brush of her mouth over his heart.
He drifted off that way, surrounded by her body and her love.
Trap woke to the sound of Cayenne’s voice. Come here to me, my love. I want to show you what silks can do. Her voice whispered over his skin. Filled his mind with infinite possibilities and fantasies.
He sat up alone in the bed. Looking around, his tuxedo was hung up and the room was immaculate. He smelled her fragrance drifting from the master bathroom and immediately went to find her. She wasn’t there so he took care of business, took a very fast shower and wandered out into the great room totally naked, following the soft sound of music playing.
Darkness had fallen and the night shades had come down, locking the world out. Through the cleverly designed shades he could see the swamp, but anyone outside couldn’t see in, even if they had lights on. Cayenne hadn’t turned on any lights, but the flames of many candles danced from a large semicircle on the floor. From the ceiling hung two long drapes of intricate silks. Music filled the room, but so soft and sensuous he felt the stirring on his body before he even looked up and saw her.
Cayenne was stark naked, her long hair flowing around her like a cape. One foot was wrapped in the silk, one hand as well. She began to move, a sexy, sensual undulation, her body swaying with the music, always moving but going from one position to the next almost in slow motion.
The silks wrapped her up, let her fall, her foot wrapped in one silk while the other was in the second one so she did the splits and then moved into a sexy pose with the silk between her legs while the other wrapped one foot so her leg was stretched behind her. She moved from that position to one upside down, her body arched, stretched, hair falling in a long black waterfall.
He found himself mesmerized. One hand fisted his cock while he watched her, unable to look away from what he had to call art, yet was the most sinfully sensual thing he’d ever seen.
She did the splits upside down, and he stared in wonder at the red hourglass in the black patch of curls at the junction of her legs. When she turned and he stared up into her opening flower, dewy wet, like the plants in early morning, he found himself fisting his cock harder.
“Lower yourself down here,” he ordered, his voice almost hoarse.
She complied, but she did it slowly, sensuously, like a spider might, nearly crawling to him on the silken streamers, upside down, her hands finding his shoulders and then sliding down his chest, her arms wrapped around his belly, breasts pressed tight against his waist, mouth engulfing his cock while her feet remained wrapped in silk.
This is imagination with silks, my love.
He threw back his head and had to agree with her earlier assessment. He had a great imagination when it came to inventing things, but she definitely had him beat when it came to silks.
He wrapped his arms around her, taking her weight so that she released him, inverted, and he carried her to the wall. “Wrap your legs around me, baby.”
She did, spreading her legs, and he found her slick and hot and welcoming. He took her against the wall and then again on the floor with the flames of the candles dancing all around them. She’d prepared a picnic, and they ate together on the thick rug near the fireplace, laughing together and just touching occasionally.
He watched her face as the powerful orgasm swept her away, and her body took his with it. She merely slumped over him, right there, with his cock deep inside of her.
“Lift up a little, honey,” she murmured. She sounded sated and happy. “Put space between your hips and back and the mattress.”
He obeyed without question. Her body still sheathed his cock in her tight, scorching tunnel and that was all that mattered to him. She slid one hand under him and silk began to enclose them both, wrapping them in a tight weave, a cocoon of sheer silk, tying them together, her body over his, her head on his chest. His thighs and lower legs were free as were his arms and head, but they were locked together, woven in silk. He knew, had he asked, she would have suspended them from the ceiling so they could rock together in a cradle. He knew he’d suggest that one day soon.
She murmured something soft against his chest, mostly breath. Mostly air. He knew it was love. She fell back asleep. Trap lay awake for a long time, savoring the feeling of her there, locked to him even in her sleep. She wrapped him up with her arms and legs so that she surrounded him, and they were locked in her silk together, his cock deep inside her, so that he breathed her in with every breath he drew.
He fantasized about all sorts of things she could make from her silk. Various swings, from bondage to double swings to spinning ones. So many possibilities. A sex stool with maybe a vibrating dildo she could impale herself on while she sucked him off. A sling. One that he could restrain her in, keeping her wide open to him. One she could restrain him in. Definitely endless possibilities.
Go to sleep, crazy man.
I’m working here. For us. I’m an idea man.
For yourself. And you lack imagination when it comes to silk. I already have thought of several really great ideas. Of course, since I’ll have you at my mercy, I don’t know how great you’ll think they are until after. Then I know you’ll love them.
As long as turnabout is fair play, I’m in. All the way.
I’m holding you to that. Now go to sleep. I’m exhausted.
Thinking about those various swings and slings has me all hot and bothered.
I can feel you, already hard as a rock. Seriously, Trap. I think you could go all night. There was amusement in her voice. Drowsy. Sexy. She wasn’t saying no, but she was amused. Her hips moved subtly, locked in place by the silk.
Of course I can go all night. He could prove it to her. All day and night.
He moved with her. Gently. Barely. A whisper of movement. So sexy his heart jerked in his chest in time to his cock jerking and swelling more. Still, she was exhausted, and he liked the idea of her sleeping just like this. With him filling her. Stretching her. He brushed a kiss on top of her head. “Go back to sleep, baby. I will too.”
“Mmm. Nice.” Her voice was drowsy. Sexy. Filled with love. He felt the brush of her mouth over his heart.
He drifted off that way, surrounded by her body and her love.
Trap woke to the sound of Cayenne’s voice. Come here to me, my love. I want to show you what silks can do. Her voice whispered over his skin. Filled his mind with infinite possibilities and fantasies.
He sat up alone in the bed. Looking around, his tuxedo was hung up and the room was immaculate. He smelled her fragrance drifting from the master bathroom and immediately went to find her. She wasn’t there so he took care of business, took a very fast shower and wandered out into the great room totally naked, following the soft sound of music playing.
Darkness had fallen and the night shades had come down, locking the world out. Through the cleverly designed shades he could see the swamp, but anyone outside couldn’t see in, even if they had lights on. Cayenne hadn’t turned on any lights, but the flames of many candles danced from a large semicircle on the floor. From the ceiling hung two long drapes of intricate silks. Music filled the room, but so soft and sensuous he felt the stirring on his body before he even looked up and saw her.
Cayenne was stark naked, her long hair flowing around her like a cape. One foot was wrapped in the silk, one hand as well. She began to move, a sexy, sensual undulation, her body swaying with the music, always moving but going from one position to the next almost in slow motion.
The silks wrapped her up, let her fall, her foot wrapped in one silk while the other was in the second one so she did the splits and then moved into a sexy pose with the silk between her legs while the other wrapped one foot so her leg was stretched behind her. She moved from that position to one upside down, her body arched, stretched, hair falling in a long black waterfall.
He found himself mesmerized. One hand fisted his cock while he watched her, unable to look away from what he had to call art, yet was the most sinfully sensual thing he’d ever seen.
She did the splits upside down, and he stared in wonder at the red hourglass in the black patch of curls at the junction of her legs. When she turned and he stared up into her opening flower, dewy wet, like the plants in early morning, he found himself fisting his cock harder.
“Lower yourself down here,” he ordered, his voice almost hoarse.
She complied, but she did it slowly, sensuously, like a spider might, nearly crawling to him on the silken streamers, upside down, her hands finding his shoulders and then sliding down his chest, her arms wrapped around his belly, breasts pressed tight against his waist, mouth engulfing his cock while her feet remained wrapped in silk.
This is imagination with silks, my love.
He threw back his head and had to agree with her earlier assessment. He had a great imagination when it came to inventing things, but she definitely had him beat when it came to silks.
He wrapped his arms around her, taking her weight so that she released him, inverted, and he carried her to the wall. “Wrap your legs around me, baby.”
She did, spreading her legs, and he found her slick and hot and welcoming. He took her against the wall and then again on the floor with the flames of the candles dancing all around them. She’d prepared a picnic, and they ate together on the thick rug near the fireplace, laughing together and just touching occasionally.
