Rush (FM Bond)

I throw my clothes on my bed in a rush, straightening papers, sweeping
quickly then pulling down my blankets and pillows. I spread them on the
floor, yank my clothes off and put my robe on. I Pour a glass of water and
sit in my desk chair to read a story.

When he knocks I leap to the door, throw it open and jump into his arms,
kissing him while he laughs at my greeting. We hurry inside and I strip him,
throwing his clothes in a heap by the door. I slip out of my robe and crash
into him, growling as I pounce, hungry lips meeting his, my flesh-starved
nails biting into his back and thighs like a playful kitten.

I purr and bite at his neck, nip his ears then giggle and bite his nose. He
grabs me and rolls me under him, tying my wrists to the leg of my bed with a
stray thigh-high I'd missed in my clean-up. He covers my eyes with my purple
silk scarf.

He opens the fridge and finds an ice cube. I gasp as he runs it along my
throat, across my collarbone, around each nipple, then down along my
stomach and legs. He then drops it and suckles my chilly nipples, warming
them exquisitely. He rubs something silky across my skin, causing little
shivers of pleasure to shoot down my spine.

He stops... and sits silently between my thighs. I can feel him grinning,
as I lay there every nerve tensed impatient for the next touch. Oooh, his
lips graze my clit, his tongue shooting into me, sending shockwaves of
pleasure through my exploding nerves in a rush.

becca