Summer Wine

Strawberries, cherries and an angel's kiss in spring, My summer wine is really made from all these things.

A shaded room. The light infiltrates through the half-closed slits of the shutters. It casts zebra-shaped stripes over the stretched, naked female body. There are drops of water glowing on her golden skin.

Her wet mane covers the pillow as she clutches her fingers around a phone receiver.

Throaty, husky laughter.

He: "Forget about it."

She: "Come on, staying all day at the same spot will do no good for you."

He: "My brain is practically pouring out of my ears. I'm on the verge of hallucinating because of that bloody heat. And you have the nerve to talk to me about sex?"

She: /with an innocent voice./: "Why, yes."

He: "Are you for real?"

She: "You know that climate changes never truly affect me. Besides, I have just gone out of the bathroom... Without a towel... my skin still carries the fragrance of fresh fruits... my sheets are damp..."

He: "And the water drops are flowing down straight into your Delta of Venus, right?"

She: "Why don't you come to check out yourself?"

He: "You're terrible."

She: /in low, purring voice/ "I know."

He: "You cannot tempt me."

She: /laughs quietly/ "If you say so."

He: "You really can't."

She: "Okay, no problem, I won't be arguing with you. I'll just take the chance to spread my new body lotion all over my skin and indulge myself in sweet summer afternoon masturbation."

He: "Monster."

She: "Thank you."

He: "You should have started working on a sex hotline. You'd be a gold mine."

She: /in an innocent way/ "Well, I thought you weren't giving into temptations. You were on your way to becoming a monk once, do I remember correctly?"

He: "You'll give me a heart attack some day. I'll be at your place in half an hour."

Another piece of her arousing laughter.

She: "I hope that some other parts of you are harder than your will-power."

***

This time the shutters had completely closed their sleepy eyelids. All he could feel was the scent of the aromatic incense stick she had kindled. He hissed quietly and moved helplessly with his arm, in a desperate attempt to release himself from his handcuffs. The bandage on his eyes itched and irritated his skin more than he could ever tell.

The loss of control over his actions, that idiotic helplessness, the firm grip of the handcuffs on his limbs... It was discomforting to say the least. The witch would not stop chuckling somewhere out there, at some of the room corners.

He growled out in a commanding manner.

"Where are you, damn it? Let me out immediately!"

"What shall I receive in return?"

"I'm going to spank you like a very bad and naughty girl. Then I'll leave you without satisfying you."

"Your offer doesn't sound so good to me, oh good sir!"She drawled. He felt something moving in the air. She was slowly sliding next to him but she kept her distance. If only his hands were free he could just reach out and grab her delicious ass.

However, those bloody hands were really solid.

They were leaving red stripes all over his wrists, like the claws of a predator.

She was never into the puffies, she liked her tools to be hard and heavy.

There he was... sweaty, bare naked, he felt dirty and every small bit of him felt painfully sensitive.

Just like every time when you put a bandage on your eyes and the lack of vision increases the intensity of the rest of your senses.

He was on the verge of explosion but she wouldn't allow him any relief.

He bit his lips until they led.

How did he ever leave her tie him down so craftily?

Suddenly he felt her sliding on top of him... but without touching him.

Her skillful, quick fingers took off the bandage and the image of her revealed itself before his eyes, which were burning with pain.

He could barely tell her outlines apart at the light of candles that were scattered around the room.

He was furious at her... but those stockings and her lips took their toll on his erection.

She was standing over him on all fours, like a real bitch, supporting herself on her palms. She moved her hips rhythmically and every time just when she was about to let her body drop on his lap she was moving away very sharply. And that teasing smile...

She was getting close to his lips and then pulled away again.

"I swear that as soon as you get me out of these handcuffs I will strangle you."

"Who has told you I would take them off?"

She licked the blood that streaming down his chin from his lip. Her nails were scratching him lightly, she was gradually increasing their rhythm. And when she leaned down and begin to tease his nipple with the piercing on her tongue... he was one push away from erupting.

But the little slut was crafty and could always feel when he was on the edge.

Then she pulled away and watched him suffer with a cunning glow in her cat-like eyes.

She ran her small tongue on his chest and arms at very short intervals. The metal of the handcuffs around his painfully heated skin felt almost like a brand with hot iron.

She moved away from bed and without hurrying up at all, swaying her hips, she reached out for the table. He gasped for breath and his throat dried up when she saw her incline the tall, fragrant candle to his chest.

"D-don't you dare..."

"You know you like it."She hissed at his ear. Her captive closed his eyes and tilted his head back while the hot wax was melting and spreading all over his skin. His brain was entranced by the aromatic fumes and the arousing sweat, and yet it was beyond him how the pain of burning brought him insane pleasure.

He opened his eyes when he felt her licking the wax remains. Her gaze was fixated on him. His erection was obvious and those shameless eye orbs completely crashed the last inhibitions of his will-power.

"You know you want it!" She dug her nails in his thighs as she sucked on him very lightly, so much as to feel the salty taste on her lips.

"Damn you!" Such hell of a passion aroused at a person who was usually domineering and drove women to insanity... He wasn't very sure which sensation prevails, the discomfort or the erotic.

"I love you too." She unhooked her bra with very slow, snake-like movements and tossed it at the corner of the room. She slid her naked breasts on his own and kissed him deeply. Her tongue sank in his throat. She wanted him to feel his own taste on her lips and tongue.

Then she moved to a much more classic game. She left him a few minutes and during that time he was shaking in his chains. He swore he could see white fire burning before his eyes.

She came back carrying a large bowl full of strawberries, covered with whipped cream as white as semen. She bended over her butt to his jaw.

Just then he saw how a strawberry was showing between her damp, drenched pussy lips.

His first wish was to bite them off.

That arousal seem so unnatural to him that he fought hard to overcome it.

But the fragrance that streamed on his face when he felt her getting so close finally made his head spin and put him under the spell of lust coming from the inside.

The sweetest strawberry he had ever chance to take a bite of.

The fruit and love juices got mixed inside his mouth in a gastronomic and sexual cocktail, a masterpiece.

She wasn't very vocal about her orgasm. But he could tell she was overwhelmed with pleasure by the quivering of the open, bright pink flesh between her legs, by her short, rapid breaths and the trembling of her sweaty, wet thighs.

Her pleasure was literally running down his throat as she moved her pussy lips over his head.

Meanwhile her experienced fingers and tongue were sliding over his erected member that was pretty close to bursting. However she wasn't really giving the best she could to help him cum.

When the bowl of strawberries was emptied of its contents she finally showed her mercy. She bit his neck and left a big hickey on his neck. After that she finally got the key, hidden at the bottom of the bowl under the remains of strawberries and cream, smeared with their juices. The handcuffs clicked and they remained hanging to the bed posts – impotent and not necessary anymore.

That was all he was waiting for.

No matter that his limbs were languished and it was physically difficult for him to move his legs and yet the insane energy shot through him like a lightning bolt. He grabbed the wicked little bitch by the hair and pushed her one the floor on all fours. He thrust it roughly insider of her as he was pulling her hair and neck down. She would not stop laughing and moaning quietly, with her eyes closed.

With every thrust his rage was pummeling against her cervix. Yet the desired release was escaping him. He wasn't seeking for comfort in her warm womb. He just wanted to tear her apart and she was begging him not to stop with load moaning.

He squeezed her breasts in one of his cupped hands and grabbed a fistful of hair. Meanwhile he kept on pumping out the brutal energy insider her. All this time she kept on smiling.

The sweat and the sweet strawberry juice mixed on their bodies.

He leaned on her shoulder as he continued to fuck her.

"You're gonna tease me, huh? You're gonna pay for this!" He growled in her ear like a savage beast as he was biting her tender neck.

He came in long spurts in her open mouth and all over her goose-flesh breasts. It was as if the last drop of madness and sinister lust leaked out of his body.

He felt strangely purified.

And exhausted.

He collapsed on his knees on the floor straight in front of her, without any strength left. He couldn't get even an inch close to the bed.

Both of them were breathing heavily, as if they have been running a marathon over burning embers.

He was on the verge of a heart attack.

And he used to brag that he was a sex athlete.

When his heart finally stopped racing as if he was on drugs he opened his eyes and looked at the girl in front of him. She was licking the white drops of cum on her face with a content smile.

Then he did another untypical gesture.

He took her by the shoulders, pulled her by him while they were sitting cross-legged on the floor and suddenly kissed her forehead.

Her green eyes were lit with surprise.

She clearly didn't expect that either.

He: "How did you know that's exactly what I needed?"

She: "Your mind is an open book."

He: "You're brave after its content didn't scare you."

She: "You still have got things to learn."

The End