Passion reignited
When he crawled back on top of me, he grabbed my dress, sliding it off my body. It took one hand to grab them both, and he used the other to fix the tie around the bedpost; he wrapped it around my wrists, tying them tightly. The tie wrenched hard as he pulled it tight, squeaking at the tension. "No running away again." He jested, smiling at me.
"Not easily, any how." I pulled hard, realizing I was, indeed, stuck.
My heart galloped, the feeling of vulnerability not something I was used to. I could feel the heat in my face exploding. "That's it." He floated his fingers over my body, barely touching me as he moved downward. His lips brushed my skin; the edges of his beard tingling as they traveled down my body. His warm kisses landed on pubic bone, he stopped, teasing. "I wonder if you still taste the same—" His nose trailed my slit, inhaling deeply. "You smell the same. Like a fresh buttercup daisy, with a hint of honey."