Royce by D. Hamilton-Reed Page A

She moved to his lips and ran her tongue across his lips, he moaned.  She worked his beautiful sexy lips with her tongue, kissing him and probing deep in his mouth.  Royce went with it his tongue finding hers.  He was dying to touch her, the scarves restrained him and he could do nothing but let her have him.  She moved down his throat, kissing and sucking, licking and she kept moving down.  He felt her warm skin against his as she moved and he loved it.  He closed his eyes and let himself feel, let himself go.  She was on his chest, her lips sucking the patch of hair and then she was sensually moving towards his nipple and taking her sweet time, undulating her body, sucking with her lips and she was driving him crazy. 
    “Oh Joy, please,” he begged and moaned.
    “You like that baby?”
    “Yes, oh yes,” he moaned out.  She sucked him; she went from one nipple to the other around and around.  When she had her fill she continued downward.  He pulled at the restraints.  She caressed and sucked his belly, his strong muscles bunched up from her licking and sucking.
    “Oooo, I like that baby,” she crooned and continued, her hot lips never leaving his skin.
          Joy moved down his body, her hands caressing him.  He was so hard and stood up like a stiff pole at her exploration.  He opened his eyes from time to time to watch her take pleasure in loving his body.  She smiled as she kissed and sucked all over him, and he smiled down at her, loving the sight of her.  She took him hard and full in her mouth, he was so ready for her. “Joy, oh Joy,” he cried out, a little smile on his lips.  The pleasure she was giving him was indescribable.
    When she sucked him to almost bursting she stopped and moved sensually up on his body until she was sitting on top of him.  He watched her; never taking his eyes from her.  God, he loved her .  She guided his hard and strong member inside her.  She pushed him deep, “Oh God Joy, oh God,” he cried out as her wet warmth enveloped him.  She was just as ready for him as he was for her.
    She began to ride him, moving her body on his and he thought he was going to lose his mind.  He surrendered completely to her.  He let her have him; let her have her way with him. 
    Royce moved his body with her; pulling at the constraints wanting to touch her.  She sat on top him, a look of pure pleasure on her face, her hands touching her body as she rode him, he pushed deep inside her.  He cried out over and over until he erupted and she spilled her warm flow all over him.
    Joy moved from on top of him and started untying him.  He rubbed his wrists where he had pulled hard to escape; he saw the red marks it was going to leave.  She walked to the tray and brought it back to the bed, and he went to the tub and brought back drinks and they lay naked on the bed; the tray between them, eating, talking and sharing.  She gave him a bite of her strawberry; he gave her a bite of his peach slice and Royce could feel the love he felt for her.  I love you Joy, I love you Joy, rang in his thoughts.   And when they were done, “Now it’s my turn,” he teased. 
    Joy laughed and laid back on the bed, “Okay baby it’s your turn.” 
    He turned her on her stomach and tied her to the bed with the scarves, her wrists and legs spread apart.  He had the tickler; he was running it across her body and she was laughing hysterically at his explorations and he laughed hard with her.
    “Oh my Royce stop it, stop it,” she said laughing as he tickled her under her arm pit, “You’re going to make me pee,” she said between her hysterics, and he laughed and laid down on top of her, still working the tickler.
    “I’ll stop if you say you love me,” he teased.  He’d wanted to profess his love to her all night.
    “Stop it Royce,” she laughed, “The bed is going to be wet,” she laughed.
    “Say you love me,” and he tickled another spot, she jerked and laughed, “Okay,