Her position is a work of art: lying on her side, knees pulled up, exposing the throbbing red cunt alongside her ass. This is the only thing she's manually holding in place for me; her arms are bound behind her back, she's blindfolded, there's a gag in her mouth. The moon peering through the open curtains is the only source of light, which only further accentuates the soft creaminess of her delicate skin. In my hands I have a cup of cool water and a thick, firm paintbrush, and with careful, sensuous strokes, I venerate her body; a moan escapes her lips. I've been enjoying this for over an hour, and haven't yet truly touched her -- I've been careful not to let our naked skin have any contact.
Mercifully, I stroke my brush deep into her throbbing cunt; she shudders and it makes me even wetter to think that this makes her come. Curious, I hold my brush up to the light: it glistens, and, feeling particularly devious as well as horny, I begin to paint this divine body, this goddess of a woman, with her own arousal.
No longer needing my water cup (her cunt's much wetter), I place it on top of the end table on my side of the bed; with my free hand, I untie her gag.
"Open your mouth," I implore, trying to sugar-coat my lust with gentleness.
She obliges me, and I coat another thing: this time, her tongue.
I lean into her, pressing my bare breasts to her skin. Its damp touch against my firm nipples feels as if they're inside a mouth, and I realize just how excited I am -- perhaps how I've been all this time while absorbed with her skin's tantalizing contours. Breathing in her scent, I nuzzle and kiss the sensitive spot on her neck, just under her ear lobe, slowly migrating to her shoulder; almost unconsciously, I squeeze her ass. She's openly making noise now.
After dipping the brush into her cunt (I feel her tremor as she cries out), I spread her juices around her breasts, dabbing it onto her erect nipples (she shudders). As I fondle her breasts with my brush, I notice that I, too, am flowing freely, and I take some of my own arousal (indulgently flicking my clit with the brush as I do so), making her open her mouth once more. Watching her taste my juices excites me further, and, almost uncontrollably, I take her left breast in my mouth, my tongue eagerly making friends with her nipple, and move my hand from ass to cunt, rubbing her vulva with my thumb.
Suddenly, she releases another cry of pleasure -- I'm startled out of my trance, and, as she pants, I catch a glimpse of my hand: in the moonlight, it shines with her arousal, my thumb soaked. Realizing how selfish I've been, I lift up her lower body and spread her legs; I retrieve the cup of water (probably warm by now) and pour it down her open, throbbing cunt -- a mini-waterfall from her clit to her asshole (the spot underneath her won't get any wetter...). I then lap at her cunt until she comes.
This just might be my magnum opus.