Leaving the remains of their clothes on the stairs, they made their way to the bedroom, their bodies glistening with sweat from the exertions of earlier.
'Shall I close the blinds?' she asked.
What for?' he replied. 'I have no problem showing everyone what a beautiful woman I'm sleeping with.'
Their bedroom wasn't on full display but did feature floor-to-ceiling windows and a casual observer could easily pry into their affairs. He walked over to the bed, watching her heaving breasts as she continued to recover. He lowered himself beside her, running his hands over the full length of her body. As he reached her hands, touching her skin with the barest of touches, he casually reached around to close a waiting handcuff over her wrist. She looked over, surprised at this eventuality but smiled at the same time and offered her other hand up for the other handcuff.
He started massaging her body, his hands hugging the curve of her waist before sliding up to the underside of her breast. He moved onto her shoulder, pressing deep into the flesh before continuing along her neck and behind her ear. All the while he whispered his thoughts about her body, pausing after each sentence to kiss and lick her skin, leaving a slightly salty taste on his tongue.
She writhed on the bed under his touch, caught between the ecstasy of the moment and the nearly unbearable featherlike touch of his tongue. He straddled over her, intentionally not touching a single area of her body before leaning down and meeting her lips with his. Their kiss was passionate, firm and full of intent. Their tongues met as they explored each other's mouths, the slow movements making way for more insistent probing of each other as lust took hold.
He pulled away, leaving her wanting more and leant over the back of the bed. As he reached over her she caught his cock in her mouth, hungry for its taste. He took his time enjoying the sensation but eventually returned with a bottle of massage oil in his hands. Sitting over her stomach, he poured a small amount over her cleavage, letting the rivulets make their own way over her body. Then, teasingly, he dribbled a small amount precisely onto her nipple. She watched as the oil teetered over her nipple and then broke loose, running lazily down her breast and joining the awaiting pool, collecting in the shallow dip on her stomach.
With aching slowness, he poured the tiniest stream of oil from high above her, criss-crossing between her breasts and making his way down her body. As the oil spread across her skin, he massaged the liquid into her with his spare hand, occasionally using his cock to rub the lubricant in, taking particular joy from watching his cock slide between her breasts and coat them in glistening oil. He backed away as he reached further down her body, focusing the dribbling stream directly onto her clitoris, watching as it became soaked and the oil ran down between her legs.
She moaned at the sensations, feeling her body receive the faintest of touches and a warmth spread where the oil had been. He rested his cock between her legs where she could feel its heat and hardness and leaned over her surveying his work.
'Fuck me, slide your fat cock into my pussy and fuck me,' she said, her eyes closed as she fought to release herself from her restraints.
'Not yet,' he replied, pulling the top of the bottle of massage oil completely.
He smiled as he turned the bottle over, letting the entire contents fall onto her heaving body.