His Voice…

Literotic asexstories – His Voice… by InTheShadows67,InTheShadows67
The blackness was complete. Although it wasn’t uncomfortable, it may have been borderline unnerving. She would never let him see that weakness in her, though. In the darkness she was aware of more. So much more: the feel of the bed, the temperature of the room, the sounds of her own breathing, deep and steady. Very controlled, she thought to herself, as that was exactly what she was trying to do. Each heartbeat echoed loudly in her ears, each pulse sending a wave of feelings shooting through her entire body. And the smell. She knew his smell, and now she could sense just the slightest hint of his musky scent. It was a smell that brought her both comfort and arousal.

She licked her lips, almost involuntarily.

A deep breath.

Yes, the blindfold covering her eyes definitely heightened everything else she was feeling. And as she went to shift her weight on the bed she met other resistance. Again, not uncomfortably, but enough to remind her that the restraints gently wrapped around her wrists and ankles were there to keep her in place.

She could hear him—a quiet rustling as he moved about the room—and a faint, reassuring smile broke across her face.

But now a larger picture opened in the vivid imagery of her mind, and like that the smile was gone. She was stark naked on the bed, tied down and blindfolded…more vulnerable and exposed than she had ever been to any man. For the briefest of moments, her insecurities manifested themselves and her mind started to race. What was he looking at? What was he thinking when he saw her? Could he see every flaw in her body that she was painfully aware of?

“It’s okay, sweetness….” his soft whisper broke the silence. “You’re safe here”.

She took a deep breath and exhaled slowly. “I know.”

Her mind drifted back to that August afternoon where they had first met. It wasn’t that he had classic good looks, or money, or swept her off her feet…or even the things that she would have looked for in a man when she was younger. Rather, there had been a kindness about him, mixed with self-confidence. The way he touched her on the arm, or smiled when he talked to her. And he made her laugh…not just ‘funny laugh’, but intelligent and silly at the same time…the kind of laughter that made her happy. He was gentle and nurturing, yet strong in the kind of ways that she needed most. She had known right away that he was different, and in the time since, her perceptions had played out like something she had only dreamt about. Sure, there were moments of growing pains, of his insecurities and hers, the usual dance as two people struggle to find how they fit in the puzzles of each other’s lives. There were even times where she pushed him away. But in the end the two of them had found something amazing.

The first time he had blindfolded and restrained her in the bedroom she had been exposed to an entirely different world. Nervous as she had been—well, terrified, in some ways, might have better described it—the scarf he had tied over her eyes had actually eased her insecurities of him looking at her with the lights on and made all the noise in her head go silent. The act of restraining her by the wrists and ankles, while they restricted her movement, forced her brain to slow down and relax. And in that relaxation she found that all her other senses exploded to his touch. It was the most erotic experience she had ever known. Beyond that, she realized, he could take her vulnerability and turn it into his own strength. It let her be consumed and devoured by his masculinity, while she melted into her own feminine softness. In the act of completely giving herself to him, she told him he could do anything he wanted to her sexually. And she meant it. She had never felt as beautiful, as desired, as craved as a sexual being by someone, as she did when she was with him.

Beside her, the bed gave way to his weight as she felt him sit down next to her. There was an uncomfortable pause, but she knew exactly what he was doing. She knew he was looking at her, drinking in her body with his eyes. If it had been anyone else, she would have struggled in an effort to cover herself up, but not with him. As unnatural as it felt, she knew he truly was seeing everything beautiful and sexual in her. He was the only one who could make her feel desirable and free her from her anxiety.

Her breathing got faster. She knew what was coming next, and she was not disappointed.

The touch of his fingers on her neck was light and gentle. His skin was warm on hers. It wasn’t that his stroke was rough so much as it felt textured. She could feel the grain of his fingers as he traced the front of her neck and shoulders, down between her breasts into lazy circles around her belly button. It was almost like he was outlining her body with his hands, drawing lines down her sides, teasing her curves and touching everywhere…..everywhere except where she ached for him to touch. His hands slid slowly up her body and gently cupped the soft undersides both breasts. She drew in a deep breath and held it. Her nipples tightened and hardened in anticipation as she felt the heat from his palms hovering just out of reach. She arched her back on the bed, pushing her breasts into his hands. She felt his fingers envelop her; softly squeezing them, then felt his touch tracing the outline of her nipples. Oh, how she loved the way he touched her nipples, gently took one between his finger and thumb, softly pinching and pulling it in a way that sent shivers through her body.

“Beautiful”, he mumbled. Her face broke into an uncontrollable smile, which caught his attention and in turn made him smile in a way that she would never see.

He leaned down over her, nuzzling his face in the crook of her neck. She loved the feeling of his hair brushing against the side of her face. Gently he kissed and nibbled at the soft skin on her shoulder, slowly licking his way along her neck. It was her favorite place. A touch from him there rendered her helpless, the feeling of his lips and tongue teasing her there melted her, and resulted in an uncontrollable wetness between her thighs. Without thinking, she angled her head to kiss him with her lips, finding his cheek, his hair, wherever she could make contact with him. His kisses moved to her breasts, her body following his lips, seeking their attention, but he kissed only where he wanted: the valley of her cleavage, the sensitive undersides, tantalizingly close to her areola.

She let out an audible moan—a mixture of frustration and pleasure. A pause as he stopped motion, lingering just on the edge of her nipple. She could feel the wetness of the tip of his tongue taunting her exasperation….waiting…..but was rewarded with the warmth of his mouth encircling her nipple with its warmth. Another moan escaped her throat, this time in relief, accompanied by her pushing herself farther into his mouth. He loved to suckle her nipple. He wasn’t sucking on it. More like he was making love to it with his mouth and tongue, rhythmically drawing her nipple deeper into her mouth, not too hard, but not to gently, each suckle making every nerve in her body feel like his tongue was touching it, waves of pleasure flushing into her breasts. It was made more erotic with her knowledge how much he craved enjoying her this way. She licked her lips again as he moved his mouth to her other nipple, replacing his fingers on the first as she felt his warm wetness envelop her once more.

He let her nipple slip out of his mouth. It was met with a muffled cry of protest as he pulled away, but she knew that he would next move his attentions down her torso…a playful tease with his tongue in her belly button, his hands and lips exploring the ticklish sides of her body with a gentleness that made her arch her back, and finally to the soft spot across her the front of her hips. His fingers reached out to run through the soft tuft of pubic hair that she had neatly timed in a small triangle. He liked that this was how she liked to shave…everything smooth, but with just enough for him to play with. She liked how he would then tease the hair between his lips, nuzzling close to her thighs.

What she would never understand, though, was how as he was teasing her with his lips, his senses would zero in on the scent of her arousal. How he loved her scent. With the restraints around her ankles holding her legs spread apart, it gave him an unobstructed access to her most sensitive, most private area. Now it was his turn to focus on not losing control. He shifted his weight slightly, giving him better access to her. She heard him inhale deeply and could feel the heat of his breath on her skin. He slowly kissed the exposed skin in a slow circle around her parted lips, tasting the juices that were now seeping from her. Her hips moved towards his mouth, willing him to touch her, but he just smiled and pulled away…barely out of reach, his hands clamping on her hips firmly enough to remind her that he was the one in control, and her job was to relax and let him pleasure her.

Again, the wait was not long. She felt his tongue part the folds of her lips, warm and rough, and make a long, slow journey upwards. A sharp cry of pleasure escaped her lips as his tongue found her clit. It felt so amazing as the warmth of his mouth encircled it, the pressure of his tongue sending waves of pleasure radiating through her whole body. His touch was gentle and deliberate, softly probing her, sucking her lips into his mouth, savoring her taste, every move of his tongue urging her to give in to him. She wished she could look down and see him, that she could run her fingers through his hair, pushing him closer to her pleasure. But all she could do was grab the restraints with her hands and hang on.

“Mmmmmmm……..I love how you taste”, he whispered.

His fingers pushed inside of her, spreading her open as he probed her. The sensation of him licking her clit and his fingers exploring her depths made her exhale in a long breathy sigh. It felt amazing. His tongue traced tantalizing circles around her clit, teasing her closer and closer, gently sucking it into his mouth. She felt dizzy, like she couldn’t control the swirling inside of her. She wanted him to go faster. She wanted him to go slower. She wanted him to never stop.

But he did. She felt him pull away.

“Why did you stop?” she pleaded, though it came out as a desperate gasp.

“Don’t worry, sweetness” he responded, as his tongue made another long wet stroke over her clit.

Her head was spinning. She felt him crawl up the bed, positioning himself next to her head. His scent was powerful and tantalized her senses. His fingers brushed her hair back and caressed the side of her face. His touch on her cheek was almost as electric as his scent. She knew what was coming next.

“I want you to suck on my cock, Lover….” came his voice out of the darkness. It was a command that came across as a gentle request, and she reacted with an anticipation that filled her with butterflies. The sound of his voice had an immediate effect between her legs. “Take it in your mouth” he urged, as she felt the warmth of the head brush her lips.

“Okay…” she smiled, licking her lips, angling her face to accept his gift. She loved how he offered it to her, but restrained as she was she struggled to take him in. Electricity flowed through her body and senses spun out of control in a wave of contradictions: the head of his cock was hard, yet spongy-soft, his skin tasting salty, yet mildly sweet, the scent of his musk mixed with soap. She could hear his deliberate breathing, punctuated by soft moans of encouragement. She wanted so bad to use her hands on him, but the restraints held her arms firm, keeping her at bay. Gradually she found her rhythm. She would move her head to slide his shaft as far into her mouth as she could, gently sucking on him each time she pulled back. What she relished most was how she could feel him growing harder in her mouth the more aroused he became. Every pulse and throb of his cock could be felt as she got lost in the sensations.

“I love it when you do that….you look so sexy with my cock in your mouth like that” he said. One of the things she enjoyed was how she could hear the excitement in his voice. She savored knowing she could turn him on this way, and it fed her own arousal.

With one hand he caressed her cheek, while the other slid in and out of the wetness between her legs, her hips gyrating with the strokes of his finger. He knew exactly where to touch and at times she struggled to keep her concentration on pleasuring him. Frequently she would let him slip from between her lips so she could moan and take a deep breath. Her head was lost in sensation of sucking on him, while her body reacted to his finger edging her closer to orgasm as he rubbed her clit. And on top of that was his voice penetrating her mind in the darkness.

His voice, perhaps, was the most exciting of it all. For so long she had craved someone who would talk to her during sex…someone who wasn’t afraid or intimidated by it, or so focused on their own needs that she was an afterthought. But he was so comfortable with it. He said words that made her blush…but those same words were like a surge of energy through her entire body. It never felt forced, like his voice had a direct line to her innermost desires. And he challenged her too. He would make her say the words out loud. “Cock”. “Fuck”. “Cum”. She was embarrassed to say them, but somehow with him, it was not only okay….it was empowering. Sometimes she felt like she could almost cum just from the sound of his voice when she was turned on.

“Do you like sucking on my cock?”

She let him slip from his mouth and nodded her head with a shy smile.

“I want you to say it….” he insisted.

She paused momentarily as the embarrassment hit her, but she licked her lips slowly and replied “I love sucking on your cock. Can you tell?”

He laughed softly. “Does it taste good?”

She gave a long lick up the underside of his shaft, over the ridge, to the top of the head, tasting a hint of pre-cum leaking from him. “Yes”, she sighed in return.

“Mmmmmmmmm……that’s a good girl”, he praised as she felt his fingers through her hair. “Lick it, now.”

Her tongue sought out the spot underneath the head of his shaft that was so sensitive. She knew he loved it when she lovingly flicked her tongue back and forth across it. His weight shifted and quiet whimpering noises escaped his lips. She alternated licking him like this, with taking him back into her mouth again, swirling her tongue around his head, tasting more of the hint of pre-cum she was coaxing out, and back to gently licking him again. The excitement she found from knowing how much her tongue turned him on gave her a sense of control that, as with everything else, fed her own stimulation. She did love the taste of his cock and how he reacted.

But now he pulled away again and she struggled to follow him with her tongue in vain. Once more she voiced her disappointment with an anguished exhale. She could feel his body slide off the edge of the bed and sensed him walk away in silence. A pause followed where she couldn’t hear him. He wasn’t moving and she wondered what he was doing. This time instead of feeling self-conscious of his silence, it increased her excitement.

After what seemed like hours, but was probably only seconds in reality, she felt his hand on her foot. The Velcro strap around her ankle suddenly loosened as his hands caressed her leg.

“And you know what I’m going to do to you now, right?” came his voice, cool and collected.

“I think so…”, she whispered through another smile. It was hard for her to say the words, but inside she really did know what came next….and her heart pounded in anticipation.

He unfastened the restraint on her other leg and she felt him climb back onto the end of the bed. His hands grasped both feet by the ankles and lifted and spread her legs as he maneuvered himself between her thighs. She felt the warmth of his cock brush against the wetness of her pussy as he pushed her legs up onto his shoulders, exposing her entirely to him. She thrust her hips forward to meet his cock, but it was in vain. Instead he grasped the shaft and slowly rubbed it against her, spreading her wetness, teasing her clit in long strokes. Every ounce of her wanted to reach down and guide him inside of her, but the restraints on her wrists held her firm.

Now he pushed the head into her opening, its width stretching her eager lips apart. He felt hot to the touch, the wetness of her excitement allowing him to slide in easily. She loved this part. It was like her body was swallowing him up as he slowly pushed his entire length inside. She let out a long, low moan as if his cock was literally pushing the sound out of her. It felt full, stretching her out and filling every fold. She relaxed and let nature take its course.

Moving his hands to the underside of her knees, he pushed her legs up to her shoulders, angling her hips towards his pelvis, effectively folding her body in the middle. He was manhandling her, positioning her exactly how he wanted her, She felt his desire in his control. Any resistance she had left melted away as his cock penetrated her again. He began a rhythm sliding in and out of her. Slowly, at first…long, deliberate strokes that she could feel every inch of his length filling her up, and squeezing him out of her body each time he withdrew.

“Ooooohhhhhh……..okay….that feels really good” she cried out to him.

When he went slowly like this it only served to build her anticipation. Every thrust hit the right spot inside of her as he increased his tempo. The strokes were faster now, each one deeper inside her than the last. His hands pushed harder on the back of her knees, pinning her down, his cock bottoming out each time his body struck against hers. He was not making love to her any more. He was fucking her…and she knew it. Her lack of sight allowed her to focus on other things. Each breath she inhaled smelled like sex—a mix of his musk and sweat, and her arousal. There was nothing in the world that intoxicated her senses like the smell of sex with him. And again, the sound in the room only amplified how erotic the moment was…how with each plunge her wetness and his firmness created a sound unique only to a swollen cock fucking a wet pussy. Hard.

She pulled on the restraints for all she was worth as she hung on. “I love you doing this to me” she gasped, the words from her mouth trembling between his thrusts. This made him smile. She would never know how beautiful he found her, and how erotic it was to feel in control of her like this. He soaked in the details of her face: how she licked her lips the more aroused she became; the contortions of her mouth as she got lost in the moment, as if she were silently trying to mouth the words of what her body was feeling.

The grip on her legs loosened and without pulling out, she felt his body lay down on top of her. He wrapped her arms around neck. As his full weight came to rest on her body, his mouth clamped down upon hers. She was suddenly violated by his tongue, searching with a passion, the forcefulness of his kiss met with her own. God, how she loved the feeling of him laying on her like this. There was a desperateness to his kisses, a craving that made her feel like he was about to lose control. She wrapped her legs around him, pulling his body closer to hers, burying her face in his chest and inhaling his scent. His heat and sweat mixed together with hers as only two lovers could share. The thrusting continued. Deeper now. Harder now. He was claiming her. Taking her as his own. The last remaining tension left her body. There was nothing left of herself; she had given it all to him to enjoy, to use, to pleasure, to play with, and she relished the feeling of completely abandoning herself to him.

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His cock swelled inside her. She instantly knew what that meant. It was always big, but now it was bigger. Fuller. Stronger. His breathing was faster too, punctuated by groans of his desire in her ear. He was close.

“I want to see you….Can I see your face?”, she pleaded.

She felt his hand reach over and lift the blindfold from her eyes. The sudden light was almost blinding, but instantly she was met with his smile and the comfort of his eyes locked onto hers.

“Hi, sweetness”, he panted.

The connection of his eyes and his smile flooded her with emotion. “Hi” she whispered back, breaking into a smile.

“Oh, God….PLEASE don’t stop” she moaned. “Please make me cum!”

“Is that what you want, Lover? Do you want me to cum inside of you?”, he whispered.

“YES!”, she gasped.

Her arousal had been building as he had taken her to the threshold of orgasm, then backing off and bringing her to the edge again…and again….and again. But now the reassurance of his voice in her ear, combined with his fullness inside her, was too much. The increasing crescendo of pleasure inside her, matched the rhythm of his thrusts. Hanging on as hard as she could, she locked onto his gaze and felt a oneness with him that she had never let herself experience with anyone else.

Suddenly, his cock went rigid, its impending eruption triggering her own release as she gave in to everything that had been boiling inside.

“I love you” he whispered in her ear as their uncontrolled rush began to surge through her……