The leather handcuffs encircled around her wrists without cutting her skin and she was blindfolded, again, for the third time that night and it was beyond amazing. Her breathing increased slowly, it was arousing being tied up and naked at his disposal and she was sure he was enjoying his little private show.
Ian put on some jazz music to create the mood, a sweet voice of woman sang sensually about love… how appropriate! Catherine tried to turn the music off in her brain and focused only on his movements, he has something in mind something for sure.
The mattress lowered and he got closer slowly brushing her, skin to skin, he was naked too. He didn't even touch her and she was so wet panting and wanting so badly, she squeezed her thighs hoping to relieve some tension.
"Oh baby, you're already aroused?"
She moaned not answering to that rhetorical question, because he knew, he didn't need any confirmation. He licked her ear biting her lobe and she pulled against restraints arching her back.
"Such a bad girl, what do I have to do with you? I think I've an idea"
She lost contact with him just a second before feeling something dripping from her throat to her breasts, it was a bit hot and the smell was familiar… oh God hot chocolate! The sensation was odd and breathtaking but before she could even process what he was doing to her his tongue dipped down cleaning every inch of her skin, enjoying her taste mixed with chocolate, such a guilty pleasure! He encircled her nipples licking and biting her until they hardened, she pushed her chest against his lips.
He chuckled "I'm such a bad gentleman, I forgot to offer, do you want some chocolate Catherine?"
And her name seemed to melt on his experienced tongue making her burning with a dark desire she didn't know to have deep inside her.
"Yes" she whispered
He dipped his fingers in chocolate bowl and said "Suck"
She accomplished greedy trying to regain some control on him miming a fellatio, he was hard against her thigh, soon after he fed her a strawberry.
"Chocolate and strawberries, so sweet and aphrodisiac like you. Mmm they taste so good off you Catherine"
Ian continue his slow path on her body caressing her with a strawberry leaving its juice on her skin just to lick it off again and again, nibbling . Goosebumps were all over her, it was a delicious torture but always a torture and she was about to combust, it was too much, the smells, his smell and his tongue, oh his tongue… she was panting and almost begging him to take her but she didn't want to give him such a satisfaction, not so soon. When he reached her navel depositing a spoon of chocolate there she bit her lip so hard to taste blood before exhaling loudly, she couldn't stay still anymore, her thighs were moving without control and he laughed, she knew the bastard was watching her move, every wriggle she made.
He kept lowering trailing the hot liquid down her sex, on her clitoris and she cried out.
"Oh Ian…"
"If you could see yourself like I'm seeing you, good lord Catherine… you're mine!"
He inserted one finger in her, then another, moving slowly
"Yes" she panted
"Yes what?" he hissed
"I'm yours, I'm only yours"
And his tongue went back stroking and sucking her clitoris while his skilled fingers kept pumping until her thighs started quivering and she reached a mind-blowing orgasm calling his name. She still wasn't back from her when he felt his body hovering over her, the head of her member at her opening teasing her, feeling her so wet for him.
"You don't know how much it turns me on seeing you like that" he whispered in her ear and in a swift motion he was inside her.
"Oh God" she groaned
"Feel me"
He took her bottom in his hands and he started thrusting to deepen the penetration. She had never felt him so deep inside her and with the restraints and the blindfold it brought the pleasure on another level, it was almost unbearable and excruciating. He claimed her lips kissing her hard pushing his tongue in her mouth making her taste herself, chocolate and strawberries, it was breathtaking the way he was possessing her as if he wanted to prove her she was really his and from that moment on no one would have never had her.
The strong rhythm started and she felt that familiar pull inside and… she completely lost conscience of herself, her surrounding, anything but the all-consuming pleasure he was giving her and she was flying, yes, flying outside her body like a feather moved by the wind. Feeling so squeezed in by her, Ian grunted and gave in to his own pleasure. When she opened her eyes he already removed the blindfold and was untying her up, he caressed her wrists placing a kiss on both of them, then reached her lips for a sweet peck.
"Are you okay?"
"I'm more than okay"
He chuckled
"You wasn't lying, huh?"
"About what?"
"Giving me the best orgasm of my life"
He grinned like a school boy, he didn't look like the powerful and brilliant neurosurgeon, he seemed just a guy in love who shared a bewildering sex moment with the woman he loved.
"I did my best"
"You humble? Do I have to worry?"
"Hey" he started tickling her and they rolled on bed fighting and laughing until she found herself beneath him, again "I can't begin to explain how you make me feel"
"Shh" she put a finger on her lip "I know because it's exactly how you make me feel too. You… you're the best thing that ever happened to me"
"Oh baby" he kissed and hugged her
"I think we need a shower" she chuckled "We are all sticky and I'm very glad you remembered to cover the bed before having your way with me doctor Bickman" she said walking naked towards the bathroom
"I wouldn't dream of ruining our new christened bed" he smirked
She rolled her eyes at him and gave him a spank "Come on stud"
…
They were finally in bed. It has been a very long and emotional day with the move in the new home and all Bickman's surprises, especially the last one who left her worn-out.
He was spooning her leaving sweet kissed on her shoulder blade and she felt so relaxed in his arms experiencing a kind of peace she never had in her entire life. Maybe that was the "Bickman effect", great sex and sweet cuddles, but she sensed uneasiness in him and remembered his words during the intercourse, it wasn't the passion who made him say that: he needed to mark the territory, to be reassured she was really his, no going back, just them two. Catherine was playing with his fingers at her waist, she could feel possessiveness even in that small gesture, she took his hand and brought to her lips kissing each one of his knuckles.
"I love you, you know that?" she whispered in the darkness
"I do but I need you to remind me every day"
"You won't get bored of it?"
"Never, your love is…" he stopped looking for the right words "Your love is a soothing balm"
"Hey" she turned around in his arms and kissed him "Are you okay?"
"I am"
She knew he was lying but didn't want to push him and ruin their perfect evening
"Okay" she said hesitant "Well I know this is all new to you, living together and so on but I want you to know that you're doing great"
He chuckled "Thanks doctor Black, I'm glad I've your approval"
"Stop it! I'm serious"
"I'm doing my best and I'll keep doing it if this means I can have all this with you"
She smiled even if she knew he couldn't see her. Has she ever felt so happy, so overwhelmed?
"Thank you"
"It's time to sleep, baby"
"Night Bick"
"Night Cate"
They shared a last kiss and he held her again in his arms drifting off to sleep.
Their life's path wouldn't have been always easy but they had each other, their love and they could beat the odds, because they chose each other, they'd have always chosen each other.
The End