You have come home laid on you bed after the hot shower, tired.

She comes to you softly, She takes your hands and with your tie, tied your
hands together above your head to the head board. She covers your eyes with
a silk sash so you can not see. You start to ask her question you hear a
gentle shush and her fingers on your lips. She moves down your body and
kneels between your thighs. You hear the tinkle of a drink being placed by
the bed. She runs her hands over your body just close enough you feel the
heat of her palms on your face, neck, chest. She takes her fingertips and
circles your nipples till they harden. You gasp. Then you feel the first drop
of something wet and cold on your belly. Then the ice hits your lips; over the
lower one then the top down your throat. She runs it over your shoulders and
up your arms. 

She places the ice on your navel and pulls your thighs over hers; You are
open and laid out before her. You feel uneasy but excited none the less. She
picks the ice up and licks at the wetness it left behind. You feel her hair
on your body and her breasts pressed into your thighs. She takes the ice and
traces paths over your chest to each nipple making them harden more. You hear
her breathing quicken. She traces a line down the center of your chest to
your hardness which lays waiting on your belly. She traces around it and down
each thigh. Up the inside of your legs till she comes close your your balls
and over by now the ice is very tiny and then gone. 

She licks at your navel again and up to your nipple, the warm mouth after
such cold is a shock and you press into her mouth and she nips at you makes
way to the other nipple. She runs her hands over you again. Never had she
ever been so slow, so easy. She touches you as if you were rare glass. She
worships you. Then you feel her shift on the bed. she lays her head on your
thigh. and takes your waiting hardness in her hands. 'Do you know how much
pleasure you give me?' she whispers.

Her hand strokes you, her thumb running softly across the head and back
down. And another stroke. You feel her warm breath bathing you but she has
made no move to take you into her mouth. You feel your blood rush at just
the thought, making you throb painfully at the promise. She plays with you
softly not rushing just feeling you as if to memorize each inch. She take
you firmly in her hand and her hair shifts across your skin. You feel her
hot mouth a breath away from you.

As she traces her wet lips with your hard cock, you gasp. You can almost hear
her smile as she opens her mouth more and lets just a little of you in, to
tease you with her tongue. It was hot moist velvet sliding around you rubbing
you, tasting you.

Her touch is soft, she was not going fast enough. You want to feel her mouth
around you sucking you in and milking you. She teases her way down another
inch and her tongue played war around you. You push up against her trying to
reach further into her mouth; she will have none of it.

She keeps her ever so slow pace. She feel the first taste of you dew up at
the very tip and licks at it eagerly. You can not see but you can picture
in you mind: her hair wild about her, her mouth moving over you, and her
tongue darting around. The sight that hold you so close to the edge is the
look of pleasure on her face as she does you. You want to take your hands and
guide her in a quicker pace, but your bonds hold you fast.

You feel her move around you and then nothing. A scream of frustration never
voiced rings in your head. You feel her move over you and guides you inside
her she is so wet and so tight. You feel her muscle quiver as she takes you
insider her, still ever so slowly. For a second you take a certain satisfaction
that pleasing you makes her so hot, so wet. You loose the thought quickly though
as her body settles firmly onto you. She raises slightly and moves her hips
back and forth rocking on you slowly then pulling up and sliding back down she
rocks and rises for a few strokes. You gasp again; she is going so slow.

Your moans are getting hoarse and you feel at edge. You have to move, do some
thing, so you press up into her. She gasps and rocks harder, her movements
hard against you. You can feel her, so hot and tight, riding you quickly.

And then she comes. You feel her body shudder, the quivering of completion,
the you feel her stiffen, and cry out. You can see her as she would look,
her head thrown back her eyes, closed her lower lip between her teeth.

Your body seems to be able to take no more, so you move under her. She laughs
in your throat and grinds herself into you. She moves so as to pace your
excitement, watching your jaw tighten and your breathing roughen. She moves
off you, and you cries of pleasure turn to shock.

She moves down and takes you back into her mouth. You hear her moan around
you making her mouth vibrate and she rubs her tongue all around you. You
feel it the first tingle the swell the pressure and the release. It pours from
you, and she takes every drop. She gentles her mouth till its a whisper around
you and her tongue keeps dancing. You plead for her to stop just for a second,
to let you savor the pleasure, but she does not. She keeps going; then when
all your moans and movements have stopped she releases you.

She kisses your chest and unties your arms, kiss you on the lips as she unties
your blindfold. Both spent, she lies on top of you. Your arms go around her as
hers hold you close, and she lays her head against your chest.

As your eyes adjust to the darkness, you look down at her laying there. Her
eyes are closed now, and you can see with a tiny grin of satisfaction.

You close your eyes as well, and together and drift off to sleep.

Sash in hand...