All tied up/synchronicity

She gently reached out and pushed his bobbing hard on under the surface of the water with her foot. The wet cloth slid down his face as he slowly raised his head from the hot water.

Everything in the bathroom had a cold, wet, slick surface from the steam. With exception of one white flower pot, the room was sparsely decorated in all white tile with touches of finished balsam wood. The bath, in the center of the room, was particularly deep allowing the bather to be completely submerged. It was night outside, the woods laid still.

Rising from the bath, steam came off his body adding to the already dense fog. Water ran down his figure lapping into the emptying tub. She backed away giggling, knowing very well what was to ensue.

Lunging forward he pulled her waist towards him dripping hot water on her cashmere sweater. She pulled back hoping to avoid any damp but was dreadfully unsuccessful. His hands rushed under her jeans and silk underwear cupping her plump ass. Hard on brushing against her metal belt buckle, she pushed against his shoulders, her head thrashing to and fro, her hair sticking to his wet skin. His lips and teeth met her neck and gave a playful but strong bite. The taste of her perfume lingered on his tongue.

Cupping her ass with his left hand his right moved to the front to undo her belt even as she continued to push away. With one hand he undid her buckle and tore open the zipper. Then, surprisingly, let her go.

She stumbled backwards in her new found freedom, careful not to slip on the still damp floor, only to realize that he had her cornered. He walked slowly towards her, his penis stiff with excitement, bouncing with every step. There was a grim look in his eye, one of lust filled aggression. With every step forward, she would take one step back, until she realized her back was touching the wall and he was centimeters away from her yet again.

He pushed her pants past her hips and thighs until they slid down her legs themselves. His penis brushed against the ridge of her underwear, just below her belly button. Before she could say a word, he had her hands above her head and against the wall. With one foot on her jeans, he pushed her leg free so they were held apart by his knees. Her heart beat faster as his mouth moved in for a kiss. This time when pulling away he bit her lip...hard.

His free hand began to trace the elastic band of her panties and watched her midriff shrink in as it were ticklish and slightly fearful. Slowly, he lowered her panties allowing for her small patch of pubic hair to see the light.

His right had drifted south and gently brushed against her lubricious nub. With his middle finger he traced the outline of her lips and ran it towards her asshole. Stopping just short, he gently pushed, his finger sinking in just past the nail. She let out a soft moan as she spread apart for him. Running his finger back to her bud, he gently fluttered against it and ran back to her hole. She began to lower herself, as much as she could to rub against him. The pressure against her wrists increased.

He moved his waist forward and manually guided his hard prick to her wet patch. Pushing back and forth she felt his cock rub lengthwise against her folds which tried and failed to envelop him. She pushed down in the hopes that he would slide into her, but her arms, which were still very much outstretched and still very restricted, did not allow for it. Finally after several minutes of rubbing against her lips, he slowly dipped his head in and she shuddered, eyes rolling back.

Distracted, she had not noticed him reaching to the wooden shelf next to them and grabbing a towel. He slid into her, pushing as deep as he could using the balls of his feet to lift her high off the ground and against the wall. Her eyes opened and widened when she realized what he was up to. The towels were soft but firm against her wrists and prevented them from separating.

Pulling out of her, he turned her around so that her arms were still raised and aligned with the wall. Her back was now arched and legs spread apart. She rested her face against the cold tiles as he knelt on the floor. He met her buoyant ass cheeks at eye level. He held her left thigh still with his hand, began to rub her clit with the middle finger of the other. She spread her legs wider, he could feel her thigh tighten with excitement.

He moved forward so that his tongue could just slightly graze against her revealed flower as he fingered her. Her arms began to tire and feel sore but that pain melded with the familiar burn between her legs which grew and grew, as his tempo sped up. She began to push her hips as much as she could to the rhythm of his flicks. Remaining attentive to her clit, he began to alternate tonguing her folds and her hole. His face became sloppy with her juices as he burrowed his rolled tongue deep into her.

The smoldering which had been slow at first was now increasing at a faster rate, with every passing second her legs tightened, the side of her face now numb from pressing hard against the tile wall. With the last few flicks of his finger and probes of his tongue she felt an orgasm wash over her, she let out a loud moan and began to involuntarily, softly twitch. She laid softly against the wall, panting hardily. He was not finished with her yet.

He rose to his feet slowly rolling his fist over his hard on, making the tip of it wet with pre cum. She was turned around slowly and guided her to her knees. He traced his thumb gently over her cheek, over her lips and then under her chin. Dragging it across her bottom lip, her mouth was delicately opened. Their eyes met as she looked up at him and his arousal.

He bent his cock horizontally and guided it into her mouth. He felt her soft, wet, warm mouth surround him, take him in, inch by inch. Her hands, still binded, rested behind her back as she started to bob her head. She bobbed slowly at first, flicking her tongue in a circular motion around his head. She continued the motion as she moved further and further down his shaft. He could feel her tongue run under his penis, tickling the base of his cock, as she pushed all the way forward. Resting for but a second she raced back to the end, sucking and slurping until his penis popped out of her mouth.

He turned her around and undid the towel that bound her hands together. He gently pushed her forward so that she laid face down against the cold wet tiles. She raised her midriff and her hips from the floor, taunting him, her breasts squeezing out to the side. He lowered himself onto her, first gently rubbing his head against her still wet vagina and finally sliding in. She engulfed every inch of his hard member, his penis throbbing in ecstasy and anticipation. He placed his hands on hers and lifted himself just slightly above her using his knees and began pumping. The heat from his body was intense especially combined with the cold of the floor, she slipped one hand from his and moved it to her bud.

He began pumping slowly and gently at first but quickly grew in pace and strength. It was not long before she found a synchronization between her fingers and his pumping, this time there was a burning for both of them. The pumping became more and more furious as did her finger movement. He began to feel the edge of the tiles cut into his tender wet flesh and faintly draw blood as he continued to pump harder and harder.

It was the slapping against her ass that finally did it for him.

He had moved his legs on the outside of hers and pulled her up so that she now rested on her elbows. Her hair now a wild frenzy, covered her face and her breasts swayed and slapped with every jack from his body. It was the ass slapping, the top front of his thighs hitting her ass cheeks as his penis withdrew to almost an inch from the tip of his head. She could feel it rubbing the inside of her, her body emptying and filling, emptying and filling with his prick.

Her knees now spread apart and ankles close while her ass hovered in the air. He could see his cock slide in and out of her fanny, the head on fire with intoxication. She gasped for more and more her arm growing rigid with exercise and excitement as she rubbed her clit furiously. It was in those last slaps that he came, pulling from her, expelling his seed on her back and ass. He grew faint and fell forward as she shook under him in pleasure. Their hearts banging heavily, one after the other, blood running through their veins furiously and their bodies laid limp and weak.

In those faltering moments, that the woods lay still and the night continued to drift on.