Green light

That night it was cold, those days when you put one layer on top of another to feel a little warmth and get excited to go out onto the street. But encounters with him were so anticipated that nothing else mattered. There was no fear or insecurity, everything else didn't exist. It was just thinking about pleasure, heightened senses, forgetting reality for a while. They enjoyed each other's company, there was something that generated between them when they were together that was hard to explain, but a luxury of feeling. He prepared the scene with almost oriental perfection, the green light in one corner already tinting everything with that color. The carpet, wine, richer incense from the county, music... They enjoyed meeting each other, undressing, playing, investigating, experimenting. She always had complexes and shame, but he could handle it, for her he could handle anything. They had talked about a sexual game at that encounter, which consisted of binding their eyes, tying their hands behind their backs, each one at their own time and in each turn letting the other do what they wanted and surrendering to pleasure and enjoying heightened senses since they couldn't see. Next to the room was an unfinished kitchen where they could light a stove and agreed that it would be better there, at least initially, so as not to feel cold. Then the game began on the table, she already seated with her eyes blindfolded, hands tied behind her back and no pants. A little green light entered from one side and the rest was the lit stove's light. He brought wine to her mouth while unbuttoning his shirt, she took a sip from the cup and then it was a kiss from his very fleshy mouth. He opened his shirt all the way and released his bra until it hung loose and he could move it as he pleased. Fear and excitement made her body heat up more and more. She spilled wine on her nipples and licked and savored them like no one else. Seeing that she didn't stop moving her legs, he decided to lower her onto a chair and he tied his hands behind and his legs one on each side, played with his thong for a while, stretched it out, passed it over the clitoris, left it to the side and decided to take it off, untied one leg and let it hang from the other. She exploded in pleasure, wanting him to rub her cock hard, pass it over her face, put it in her mouth, dying to have him come down to her vagina and feel its moisture, die to make her want to fuck her like she wanted. And there was so much connection that it seemed like he could read her mind. When it was her turn, she started by tying him up in the chair, took his pants off completely and left only his undershirt on, wanted to make him desire but died wanting to feel him inside hers, couldn't take it anymore! She was very affectionate with him, kissed him softly on his neck, chest, licked his penis leaving it full of saliva, sat up beside him without letting him in, just to be able to get close to his face and give him the hottest kisses you can imagine. There was so much pleasure that they wanted to cry. The music sounded farther away each time, the incense had almost burned out completely, they were pure fire...kisses, licks, and caresses. They decided to keep playing in bed, she untied him and grabbed his penis like a handle, softly. He reclined first and she went over him from above. She kissed him, rubbed against him and felt every little spot of her being. She settled in, sat on top of his penis and with two movements made it enter...sighed, leaned forward, intertwined her hands with his, leaving him a bit immobile in that position. She rode him, pressing her body down hard to feel him well inside, bringing her chest forward to let her breasts rest on his face, giving him room to bite her nipples once more. And so they kept going until they were carried away by the last spasms, until they felt all their fluid mixed and fell onto their side wanting to stop time in that instant