Caramel Kisses

A dozen senses bombard me as I awake from my deep slumber. I see the yellow light filtering through my eyelids, and the illumination causes me to clench my eyes shut. I can feel a rough, damp object being slowly dragged along my lower lip, and I can smell the clear, watery odor it emanates. I can also feel scratchy lace tied around each wrist and ankle.

I open my eyes slowly, adjusting to the dim light that fills my bedroom with a soft glow. Harm lies beside me, teasing me with a strawberry, and I tip my head back to see my hands tied to the coils of the metallic bed frame. My feet, I assume, are bound to the end of my bed. Looking in that direction, my suspicions are confirmed, but it's something else that catches my attention.

I've been turned into a human dessert tray. My body is decorated with chocolate, whipped cream, and strawberries. The chocolate begins at my neck. Where it originates I'm not sure, but it leads between my breasts until it pools out of my bellybutton. My breasts are covered in cream, my nipples topped with plump, red strawberries. The assortment of sweets goes no further than my bellybutton.

I turn to glare at Harm and he widens his grin. I know this game. He is going to tease me until I'm begging for release. However, this is the first time food and light bondage have been brought into the mix, and though he will taunt mercilessly, I shiver in approval. He seems to be enjoying the sight of me tied up if the little sailor is anything judge by and I eye his sizable length, silently praying that Harm and his little sailor will be getting their exercise. . .and soon.

He pushes the strawberry gently at my lips, and I open them to allow the fruit's entrance. He holds it in place and allows me to bite down and I do, feeling a drop of juice sliding down my chin. The strawberry is cool and delicious in my mouth and I chew slowly as I watch him place the rest within his own. He consumes it faster and then leans forward, careful not to brush against my body, to flick his tongue against my chin. He places soft kisses along my jaw, stopping momentarily to suckle at the underside of my chin. I inhale deeply as he moves lower, lapping at my neck, and take in the faint scent of his shampoo.

His tongue no longer feels rough against the smoothness of my flesh, and I assume he's reached the chocolate at the hollow of my neck. He swirls his tongue around in circles, barely gathering any of the tasty liquid before his lips enclose over the spot. He sucks the chocolate, wiping the last bit away before snaking his tongue along the path leading down my ribcage. His body slinks down the sheets, one arm braced on either side of me, his hips keeping a cautious distance. I shiver again, involuntarily. My body aches for more contact, to feel the weight of him crushing down upon me. I know, though, that I will have to accept whatever he will throw at me. . .and whatever he won't.

As he reaches my bellybutton, his tongue dips into the tiny cavern, winding around the barbell that normally remains unseen. He creates another light suction with his lips, sucking out the chocolate, and he retreats momentarily to swallow the confection. He licks his lips and lowers his head again, his tongue sweeping over the green stone to catch any stray chocolate. It curls around the stone now and he lightly tugs on it with his teeth and I can feel the pull at my stomach. I gasp as his chin nudges my belly, and he leans back.

He watches me for several moments, studying the rise and fall of my food-covered breasts, the occasional tug at the arm restraints, the lustful look in my eyes. His hand plays with the sheet right by my hip, tugging at the white satin. I can feel it against my backside and I give him a pleading look. In what seems to be an act of consideration, he places a hand on my upper thigh.

I jump as if burned. The feel of his hand upon my flesh sets me on fire. I stretch my body to bring him closer to my dripping sex, the bindings tugging painfully at my wrists. Warning bells go off in the back of my mind. I know I shouldn't be pulling so hard: I'll have bruises come tomorrow morning, and they won't be easily hidden with my short-sleeved summer uniform. That all doesn't seem to matter to me as his fingers dip between my thighs, coming to rest as he increases the pressure. Harm is on the same wavelength, fearing for the bruises, and I relax to the best of my ability as he slides his hand up higher, cupping my inner thigh.

His index finger languidly circles my flesh, drawing closer and closer to my core, and I hold my breath as his knuckles brush my curls. His name escapes my lips, and I clench my eyes shut as his finger slides along my slit. He barely probes between my folds and I barely notice as I form fists to refrain from pulling at the restraints. My nails dig into my palms; the fleeting moment of pain is forgotten as he pushes in farther. I can feel his eyes on my face but I can't look at him. . .I keep my eyes shut and feel my throat close as he bumps my clit, the tiny pebble of nerves throbbing against his finger. He flicks it once more with his fingernail and I moan. I prepare for it to happen again, and when moments pass and all I can feel is the cool air of the bedroom brushing my sex, I open my eyes to see him still watching.

I mouth his name as he leans into me, his tongue curling as it gathers some of the cream from my breast. He barely grazes the sensitized flesh and I'm writhing again and just as soon as he swallows he licks me again, continuing his taunting patterns. Nearly all of the cream is gone, but the strawberry remains perched atop my nipple.

Harm proceeds to completely cleanse my breast of all remaining whipped cream, pushing harder with his tongue. He looks into my eyes and then nips at the strawberry, carefully biting off the tip. I close my eyes and clench the muscles of my sex, locking in the frenzied sensations vibrating throughout my body. He sucks the strawberry into his mouth and chews mechanically, swallowing quickly so his lips can latch onto my nipple.

He sucks hard and I open my eyes in shock. I can feel his grin against my flesh, and I know he's finding it just as difficult to maintain this teasing by the rate at which his mouth moves. His hand grasps at my hip, his fingers pressing into my skin and I yell out, louder than before.

"Harm," I breathe, as he shifts again. He throws a leg between mine and kneels, gaining easier access to my other untouched mound. He ravenously sets to work, his ministrations much sloppier than before. His tongue works harder, faster, and his entire body moves in rhythm. His arms lower his torso with each motion of his head. His back arches, a slight attempt at keeping his pelvis away from me. I'm not sure who this benefits more: myself or him. One quick look at his hardness leads me to believe it's him: pre-cum has formed at the slit and I don't think he can get any harder than he is right now. And then, as his knee presses into my center, I know it's me.

I tilt my head back and moan as the rhythm of his body leads his knee to stroke my sex. It presses hard into me as he slurps at the remaining whipped cream and then attacks the final strawberry. I move against him, ignoring the jerks of my constraints. Shifting awkwardly to a new angle, his next movement sends his knee right against my clit and I scream again and hump him harder.

After several agonizing seconds, my climax looming in the darkness, he stops and looks up at me. His tongue slowly traces his lips, cleaning off the cream. In his eagerness, he managed to adorn his nose with a bit of the food. I smile at him and stretch my tongue out of my mouth, touching the tip of my nose. He slowly repositions his legs on either side of my hips and then moves along my body, his erection brushing against my stomach, until his face is aligned with mine. He remains stationary as my tongue wearily snakes out of my mouth, wanting, yet afraid, to touch him. This could be another tease, allowing me to think I can taste a bit of the treasure that had garnished my body before he pulls away. I take the risk, however, and lick his nose. My tongue lingers before it pulls back and I close my eyes as my mouth savors the cream. Even after I swallow, I keep my eyes closed and allow my body to quiver as his hot breath caresses my face.

"Harm. . ." I say again, his name coming out of my mouth in a breathy whisper. He kisses the spot on my neck where the sound reverberates, and I sigh.

Instead of trailing kisses down my body as I anticipated, Harm leaves the bed completely. My eyes shoot open as the tension on the bed springs release, and I see his finely sculpted ass disappear through the bedroom door. I can hear his bare feet padding through the apartment and as my mind begins to speculate where he's gone to, he returns, his hands behind his back. He quickly gets back on the bed, kneeling between my thighs, and he brings his arms in front of him to reveal a jar of caramel.

My eyes wide, I watch as he leans forward, holding the jar delicately in his fingers. He touches it to the inside of my thigh and I jump: the incredibly hot jar stings my skin. He lowers his head to kiss the spot and proceeds to place light kisses along my thighs, his damp hair brushing against my own equally damp curls. As he reaches the juncture of my legs his lips swerve, his teeth nipping along my hipbones. He gnaws at the flesh before moving back to my bellybutton. He kisses the skin below my naval ring and begins to worry at it with his tongue as he brings the container near. It barely touches my skin but I can feel the heat it emits and again I shiver.

He tips the jar, a bead of caramel dropping to my flesh. The heat of the liquid sizzles against my skin and I gasp, watching with wide eyes as Harm's mouth covers the area. He licks the area clean, his cool tongue wiping away the warmth before he repeats his actions. He slowly eases his way down my stomach, stopping just as he reaches the damp curls under his chin. His incredible eyes seek out mine and I nod in approval before a steady string of caramel meets the patch of hair. I cry out; though the caramel has cooled, its heat still burns at my skin. My body tenses and, biting my bottom lip, I can see by the strain in his broad shoulders that he doesn't want me to be in pain.

He places down the jar between several blanket folds and quickly drops his head, his tongue seeking to soothe my skin. He blindly works his way through my curls, lapping at all of the caramel. My pain is quickly dissipating and as the last droplet is cleared away, I revel at the sight of Harm's head between my thighs. He places several gentle kisses against my skin and the bed shakes as he reaches eye level with me once again. He kisses my mouth lightly, reassuringly, apologetically, and I smile at him. God do I love this man. I trust him completely and he knows that or I wouldn't be bound and lying here spread eagle.

His lips peck mine again before he descends along my body and returns between my legs. He places light kisses along my hips as his hand reaches over to the bottle. He holds it in his fingers for some time before bringing it closer. I tense underneath him once again, my body not able to react in the same way as my head. I attempt relaxation and fully gain this when he touches the jar to my hip. Slightly cooler. He tilts the jar. Much cooler. I let out a sigh of relief.

He swipes at the spot with his tongue and then contently settles himself on his knees. His eyes diverted from mine, I can only assume he is assessing the area and preparing his attack. This momentary stillness allows me to scrutinize his masculine figure. His chest glistens with sweat, the small beads of perspiration coating his hardened nipples. The dusting of dark hair along his chest trails down his stomach, leading between his legs, where his impressive erection proudly stands. He is practically throbbing, pre-cum slightly dribbling along the underside of his shaft, and I yearn to ease him of that problem. I lick my lips suggestively and barely notice as a cool stream of caramel hits my folds.

His mouth is on me now, the tip of his tongue swiping across my outer folds as his lips close over the area. He gently strokes my heated flesh and my breath's hitched in my throat. Harm retreats momentarily to coat me again in caramel, and it's with a crazed hunger that he devours the sugary nectar. I feel as if I've slipped into a coma; his pleasuring is so intense that every nerve, every fiber of my being is awake and throbbing, and I can do nothing but build on these sensations. His tongue dances between the swollen folds, tasting the caramel as it mingles with my own essence.

He presses closer into me, his nose edging slightly against my clit. He circles my opening, his tongue slightly probing the entrance. His hands grip my hips, his fingers digging into my flesh. By the slight tingle emanating from the pads of his fingers, I can tell he's itching to bury them deep within me, but he's holding back, prolonging the torture for as long as possible. As he dribbles more caramel across my sex, I can tell by the expression on his face that his control is wearing thin. I know him too well. I know that when he goes down on me he likes to feel my damp thighs against his cheeks, my powerful legs locking him in as they drape over his shoulders. With the restraints, my thighs barely brush his face and it's frustrating him. He looks up at me, watching my hazed expression as his tongue swipes a bit of the liquid before turning back, reaching for the ties of my left leg.

I let out a slow moan as his fingertips brush my ankle and seconds later my leg is free. He holds it carefully, as if it's a prized trophy, and kisses the redness where the scarf previously occupied my flesh.

I clench and unclench my fists as he kisses his way up my leg, stretching it along his shoulder. He teases the back of my knee and I squirm again, causing him to continue up my thigh. He settles himself back into his previous position, and I briefly see the smile on his face as his lips return to my sex.

He takes little time cleaning up the caramel, and I know the jar will become forgotten as he moves directly to my aching clit. His lips latch onto the engorged bundle of nerves and he sucks hard, so hard that I'm taken by surprise. I dig my heel against his back, feeling the ridges of his spine.

His tongue sets to work, circling and licking and worrying and stroking and pleasuring me out of my mind. He works me faster and harder with each new motion, and I can feel my orgasm building once more. Well, it never really left but instead lay dormant within me, gaining in intensity. I feel near ready to explode and I look past Harm's eager head to his hips, which are slightly gyrating against the sheets. I suck in a breath as I prepare for release and for a moment I believe Harm will bring me there, only to let out a strangled cry off frustration as he tears his lips away once more.

My groan is met with a savage one of his own as he turns around, ripping the scarf away from my foot. He moves his body above mine and, kissing me fiercely, plunges within my slick tunnel.

My orgasm is instantaneous. Tremors wrack my body. My eyelids clamp tightly shut as I see stars, white and glittering before me. I can barely comprehend the feeling of him still slamming into me, his own climax moments away. I only know that, as my inner walls contract wildly and my breathing becomes erratic and my breasts heave and my ankles lock behind his back, that this is one of the most incredible orgasms I've ever had.

His pelvis rocks against mine, my clit being nudged harder as his controlled rhythm disappears and his hips take on an unpredictable pace. Another less powerful orgasm mounts within me, and I chant his name as he rocks back onto his knees, pulling my hips to a new angle, and drives deeper inside my core. With one final stroke he explodes, his seed filling me completely. He screams my name and I moan as his rugged exclamation sends me over the edge once more.

He collapses on top of me and I welcome his weight as we both come down from that incredible high. Harm kisses my chest and minutes later he rolls to the side, reaching up and freeing one hand and then the other. I sigh at my freedom and wrap my arms around his neck, holding onto him for dear life. I look him in the eyes as I smother his face in kisses.

His face breaks out into a wide grin and I match it before kissing him once more, drawing it out. He reaches behind him and brings his hand between us, and I look down to see he has the jar of caramel. I grin as he dips his finger into the jar and brings it to my lips. I welcome his finger, and the caramel, and I take my time swirling my tongue around the digit, licking him clean.

We feed each other for a while longer before sinking into a welcome slumber.