Atrapados por el Calor

The air in the sauna was thick and wet, smelling of cedar and salt, and it hit my lungs like a physical weight the moment I stepped inside. Lena was already there, draped over the wooden bench like she owned the place, her skin slick with a sheen of sweat that made her glow under the dim amber light.

"Took you long enough, Marcus," she said, not even opening her eyes. "I was starting to think you chickened out."

I set down my camera bag and let my eyes travel over her. She was wearing nothing but a thin, white towel wrapped loosely around her torso, the kind that barely stayed put. "Chickened out? You're the one who's nervous. Your leg hasn't stopped bouncing since I walked in."

She finally looked at me, a slow, deliberate grin spreading across her face. "Maybe I'm just excited to see what you have planned."

I pulled the rope from my bag, a coil of soft, dark cotton. Her eyes widened, just a fraction, and I saw the pulse jump in her throat. "You said you wanted to try something new," I said, my voice low. "Something that pushes the edge."

Lena bit her lip, then nodded, a little too quickly. "I said I trusted you."

"Then trust me now."

I knelt in front of her, close enough to feel the heat radiating off her skin. She smelled like jasmine and sweat, a heady mix that made my cock stiffen inside my shorts. I reached for her hand, and she let me take it, her fingers trembling just slightly.

"Arms above your head," I murmured. "Against the wall."

She obeyed, sliding up the bench until her back was against the warm wood, her arms stretched over her head. The towel slipped, and I caught a glimpse of the curve of her breast, the hard, dark nipple. I looped the rope around her wrists, one, two, three times, then tied it off to a metal ring in the wall. It was a sauna, but someone had installed that ring for a reason, and I thanked them silently.

"Not too tight?" I asked.

"Perfect," she whispered, her voice hoarse.

I stepped back to look at her. She was bound now, her arms above her head, her chest heaving, her tits straining against the thin towel that was about to fall away. The heat was making everything more intense, the sweat dripping down her cleavage, the way her thighs pressed together.

"You're so beautiful," I said, meaning it.

"Stop staring," she said, but her voice was breathy. "Do something."

I reached out and pulled the towel away in one slow motion. Her tits fell free, full and round, with dark, hardened nipples that begged for my mouth. But I didn't lean in yet. I let the air hit her skin, watched her shiver despite the heat.

"Please, Marcus," she said, squirming. "I need you to touch me."

I smiled and ran a single finger down her sternum, between her breasts, over her stomach, to the top of her mound. She was already soaked, her pussy lips slick and swollen. I circled her clit with my fingertip, barely applying any pressure, and she gasped, her hips bucking against my hand.

"Look at you," I said, my voice rough. "So wet already. And I've barely done anything."

"Fuck, just... more."

I slid two fingers inside her, and she moaned, a low, guttural sound that echoed off the wooden walls. Her pussy was hot and tight, gripping my fingers like she never wanted them to leave. I pumped them in and out, slow at first, then faster, curling them against that spot inside her that made her see stars.

"Yes, yes, right there," she panted, her head thrown back, her arms straining against the rope.

I pulled my fingers out and brought them to my mouth, tasting her. She was sweet and salty, intoxicating. Then I stood up, shed my shorts, and my cock sprang free, hard and aching. I moved between her legs, positioning the head at her entrance.

—Mírame —dije.

She opened her eyes, hazy with lust. "I'm looking."

I thrust inside her in one smooth, deep motion, and she cried out, a sharp, desperate sound. Her walls clenched around me, her body arching off the bench as far as the rope would allow. I grabbed her hips and started to move, a steady, pounding rhythm that made the wood creak beneath us.

"You feel so good," I grunted, my forehead slick with sweat. "So fucking tight."

"Harder," she begged. "Please, Marcus, fuck me harder."

I slammed into her, my balls slapping against her wet ass, the sound mixing with her moans and the hiss of the sauna stones. I reached down and found her clit, rubbing it in circles while I fucked her, and she started to tremble, her whole body shaking.

"I'm gonna come," she gasped. "Don't stop, don't you dare stop."

I didn't. I kept pounding into her, my own orgasm building, coiling in my gut like a hot wire. She came with a scream, her pussy milking my cock, and that was it. I buried myself deep and came inside her, a hot, thick flood that made her whimper.

I collapsed against the wall beside her, breathing hard. The rope was still around her wrists, but I reached up and loosened it, rubbing the red marks on her skin. She sagged against me, her head on my shoulder.

"Wow," she whispered.

"Yeah," I agreed.

She looked up at me, a lazy smile on her lips. "Same time tomorrow?"

I laughed and kissed her forehead. "You better believe it."

CATEGORIES: [Bondage, Sauna, Photographer, Rough Sex, Creampie]