Leather and Iron

She arrived at the airport late in the evening. Another 45 minutes or an hour in a cab before she'd be at the hotel. Her trip was mostly business, but included some pleasure stops. She traveled often to promote her business and to network. She entered the cab, gave the address, and almost instantly drifted to sleep.

He'd chosen the hotel because he'd stayed there on a previous visit. Almost eight years before. He'd admired the firm mattress and the iron, cage-like headboard. The classic layout, the windows that actually opened, the cool of the morning as sunlight peered in.

The abrupt stop in front of the large, beautiful stone structure woke her. The cab driver removed her bags from the trunk, and the bell hop carried them inside. She checked her phone and gave him the room number.

They arrived, the door opened, and he let her in.

He took her bags to the sitting room. She removed a few items and darted off to the bathroom.

She was small, olive-tan skin, nails painted red. Her hair and eyes dark and deep - matching the darkness and depth of his own.

He wore a simple white t-shirt and soft, relaxed khaki chinos. He'd showered just a bit before, and he smelled fresh and clean. His body was thin, lightly muscled, a runner's build, for sure. He was not tall, but his presence was commanding.

She came out of the bathroom in a rich, white robe. Her body slightly red from the heat and steam, her face fresh and without makeup.

He sat on the sofa and admired her. Her small feet, her well-toned calves. The deep tan of her skin, the dark of her hair.

She walked to the bed, and he could still see her... see her legs as they went up, see the round of her breasts as they spilled from the top of her loosely tied robe.

He felt a growing arousal as she laid on the bed...her legs crossed, her thighs and ass visible. The white cotton fell around her and she was somewhat exposed, tan, warm, and inviting.

He walked to the dresser and withdrew his thick, brown, leather belt.

He approached the bed and picked up her left foot. Held it in his hand as his lips caressed her toe... a kiss found her ankle as she stretched her arms over her head.

She admired his presence, his body as he leaned up, kissed her lips... his hands on hers. He got lost for a moment in the sweet taste of her lips, the dance of her tongue with his. Through soft cotton, she could feel the heat of his arousal on her stomach.

She wraps her arms around his back as he stares into her eyes. Their kisses grow hungrier and he can sense heat from her center.

He stands and she removes her robe. She stretches on the firm mattress and against the white bedding, her body glows in beauty.

He admires her form, her warmth, and she notices the evident bulge in his khakis. And catches a glimpse of a silvery buckle. He asks her to put her hands on the iron bars of the bed. She complies and he reveals the belt... wraps it around both her tiny wrists and then fastens it to the iron posts. The leather rubs against her skin and she feels a twinge of excitement.

He removes his shirt, then his pants. He stands over her, admiring her, allowing her to just be. He places a hand on her ankle... finger tracing to a spot behind her knee. Fingers dancing on her thigh. Hand resting on her delicate center.

on to her stomach, hands playful between her breasts... a hand on her shoulder, then tracing a path up her arm...

His hand finds its way back to her breasts, gently massaging, teasing her erect nipples... A kiss follows the touch, then another... and one more. Tongue teasing and tasting sweet skin.

He stands again, admiring.

His aroused member grazes her side... down to her thigh...to her leg... to her small feet. He rubs the head against her skin... up her leg... stops. Between her breasts now. against her arms.

She tries to move her hands, to grab him, to taste him.

But not yet.

Kisses now, on her stomach. A tongue between her breasts. Lips on lips.

Hard cock against her thigh as kisses go deeper, stronger. Teeth graze shoulder.

He straddles her body, hardness between breasts... as his hand finds her center, her wetness... touches, teases... places his finger in his mouth and relishes her salty sweet wonderful taste.

The head of his cock against her lips, then inside. Her tongue begging for more...begging, receiving...taking him inside her as his hand covers her pussy, finger inside. Then out, against her clit... rubbing gently, pressing firmly as he fucks her mouth...

He feels her arousal growing stronger, feels his own intensity growing.

He pulls back... moves down, the head of his cock against her entrance... teasing

then kisses against her wrist, the smell of leather and flesh and his arousal grows even stronger. Kisses against her arm... and then his head between her legs, one and then two fingers inside her as she moans in sheer delight. She squirms and her arms press against the iron, fight against the leather.

He is buried inside her now, deeply tasting, licking... sucking just right as her body writhes beneath him...

He feels her tense up, feels her thighs around his head... Her arms strain against the leather and the bed... He speeds up, feverishly tasting her every drop... and she releases a rush of pleasure and wetness on him... he tastes.. savors... then kisses her stomach... her lips...

He grabs her waist, turns her body over, her arms aching against the restraint. His member against her back, easing down...resting and growing

Inside her now, her face seeing iron bars, leather, a drop of her own blood on her wrist.

He holds himself there, holds still, tastes her ear, the flesh of her neck... deeply penetrates as his hands pull her to him... holds still again... thrusts.. relishes the feel of her tightness against him... her legs against his, her feet cupped against him...

He pushes harder, his hands on her wrists as he is completely inside, taking possession of this tiny, wonderful, beautiful body...

She screams his name... again and again... and begins to climax... he can't stop... he can't hold back...he's inside her and he simply explodes... he lets out a loud, low grunt and nearly collapses on top of her, the scent of their sweat luring him closer... their bodies sticky, tired, and eager ....