Tangled Ropes need Untangling

 

Helping Lacey out of her jeans was testing Bret’s hormones to the limits. Lacey was not making it easy. Wiggling her tush and jutting it back into his abdomen was creating a raging fire in his heart, mind, and pants. Her body felt incredible to his hands. Her skin was silky smooth. Her perfume was his favorite. Her breathing was matching his. The orchestration of sensuality was perfectly primed for raw passionated love making. Yet, Bret knew he couldn’t have sex with Lacey. It was their first date.

Once Lacey had been peeled out of her jeans, Bret understood that his victory was more his savings than anything else. Lacey knew how to use her body to make the strongest of males to melt into her hands. She had him peaked out with intense heat. However, Lacey could not see a weakness in the armor Bret was showing. He was all business in undressing her. Even her famous seduction leg rub teaser had not distracted Bret much.

Standing in nothing but her panties was not nearly as difficult as Lacey thought it would be. Bret’s gentlemanly ways made her feel comfortable and appreciated. The first sign of weakness showed when Lacey wrapped her arms around Bret’s neck as she bounced her breasts in front of him. Bret was rethinking his strategy. The bouncing perfection matched with the smile of seduction with the hips rolling in a slow Spanish dance was tearing down his walls fast.

As the rope work started in earnest, Lacey started giggling and wiggling as she enjoyed the powerful ways by which Bret gently and very lovingly secured her. He was extremely attentive to all her unspoken signals. He was adjusting and learning fast on the fly. Lacey wanted to reward him, but this was not the time. A few times, Bret had to redo a knot or two because of all the wiggling Lacey had been doing. He didn’t mind too much because the motion was working for him as well.

Once secured, Lacey looked amazing. This was his best artwork with ropes. He took a quick photo to show Lacey and deleted it before her eyes. This surprised her. Not just because she was impressed with the rope-work and how amazing it looked, but how quickly he deleted the photo before her. Lacey asked why and was even more impressed with his explanation. He had not asked for permission first and was not entitled to the luxury of keeping such a photo. Any reservation Lacy may have had was gone. Bret now had to become her man. He was her perfect knight she had been craving for.

The transition to being elevated was very comical. On one hand, all the impulses to fight for control raged but this sense of liberty and peace also was rising to the forefront. Lacey had never felt this before. The way her heart felt watching all the intense care and devotion Bret put into ensuring her well being was more than anything she had ever experienced.

Bret nearly lost his composure when administering the promised spanking. Lacey had the cutest way of reacting to each swat and her sass came out in the most incorrigible of ways. She was into this as much as he was and looked way too cute.

The deep dive proved to be a saving grace. While immersed in the cold water, he was able to lower his temperature to much needed levels that allowed him to focus and bring Lacey’s temperatures up. She struggled against the ropes beautifully and most charmingly. Not once did she signal that she was not comfortable. If anything, Lacey was encouraging him to test his limits. And test he did.

By the time Bret had toyed with the ice, on dry land again, and melted several cubes on Lacey’s rising and falling chest, their bodies were very close and speaking with each other the non verbal language of desire. To keep his promise not to go too far, Bret backed off and released Lacey from her third restrained pose. He held her close. He checked her out several times to make sure nothing was wrong. Bret could not risk having Lacey hurt in any way.

Once satisfied that the integrity of her skin was healthy and that her body and mind was intact, Bret started to relax. This fun was beyond his wildest dreams. He loved and cherish every millisecond of pleasure. The fact that Lacey was trusting him with her life, he could not fully relax and enjoy her beauty. He was responsible for her and she had trusted him beyond any level any other woman had before.

Closing the date at this very point in time felt wrong. All the signs pointed towards him having full access to make love to Lacey. Bret never had been this close to a woman before. His preoccupations with life meant he rarely tried. The last thing he wanted was to close this perfect moment in time with a one night stand. Bret was not that type of guy. For him, love making came with life long commitment. Or as close to that as possible. They had not talked about this. To bring it up now would ruin the mood and destroy all his chances at a second date. Especially the way Lacey was devouring him with her eyes and burning his chest with her slow lazy sensual pass of her fingers.

Lacey sensed Bret’s thoughts. She felt his anguish. How could any man be so troubled and conflicted after such a perfect moment. Bret had taken her mind and body places no one had ever done. She felt complete trust with a man she scarcely knew. He had proved himself every bit the ideal man she wanted. How could this get tangled up into conflicted emotions?

Getting up and grabbing her top, Lacey pulled away to think and review what had happened. What had she done wrong? What had she missed? Everything was perfect. Crossing her arms, Lacey tried not to feel dumb. She never allowed men to get this close to her. She never allowed men to see her this vulnerable. Bret was different in more ways than she expected. Worse, she was now yearning for him and was already missing him as if her lover was on the other side of the globe..

As Lacey registered Bret’s hands on her hips, her mind wanted to pull away, but her body overruled and kept her in place as he slowly wrapped his arms securely around her and held her tightly. His manhood on fire pressed against her. His breath very hotly dancing over her shoulder. Bret squeezed and gently lifted Lacey onto her tip toes before turning her around to face him.

He held her very close. His heart strongly pounding. Lacey felt safe, secure, at ease. But the question still was not being addressed and she was at a loss to explain.