Holly Heats It Up (Holly Craig Erotica)

by Jodie Halliday

  “Stand up!” he said sternly. She did and he wasn’t smiling as he rotated her to face him. “Undo your jeans!” She breathed out heavily, aroused and mildly scared about what was happening. She pushed her jeans to her knees and was about to step out of them when he pushed her back over his knee and immediately smacked her. She cried with the increased pain, the sting spreading across the taut flesh, warming her. He pushed his hands between her legs, opening her and then seemed to stop.

  “Oh wow!” he said quietly, caressing her buttocks. “These are gorgeous!” His hands smoothed the material of her panties and his palm once again pressed between her thighs, touching her pussy. She doubted if he could feel her wetness quite yet but if he kept his hand just there it would certainly speed its progress. He pushed her jeans further down her legs and she wriggled and giggled as they dropped to the floor. His fingers stroked over her thighs, the backs of her legs and down to her feet then back up again, massaging her in places. She could feel his stiffness against her hip. “This is what I missed Hol, every day!” he said, flipping her onto her back. Her heart beat furiously from the pain and pleasure. He threw her down to the end of the bed, propped himself on the pillows and undid the first button of his shirt. “Stand up!”

  “What? You mean here?”

  “Yeah, right there at the end.” Wobbling a little she got to her feet and looked quizzically at him. He pressed a button the clock radio and music filled the room. “Dance!”

  “Ricky!” she cried, the warmth of her spanking now spreading delightfully from her buttocks to her thighs and creeping round to her pussy.

  “Dance!” he said sternly as he flicked the second button of his shirt. Her eyes fixed on the remaining five or six buttons, his undershirt, trousers and underwear. She danced poorly, self-conscious, trying to balance on the mattress while keeping in time with the beat as she watched him undress. Two more buttons popped open and she found a sort of groove that mixed the mattress springs with her limbs and the beat. Some dips and claps above her head made her feel that she was actually doing a good job and she allowed herself a little smile. With inspiration from the bulge in his trousers she ran her palms up the inside of her thighs, swinging to the beat and then touched her panties and breasts as the chorus crashed into the room.

  His threw his shirt at her feet and she made no attempt to avoid it. His undershirt came off next to reveal his chest, the muscles and that place where she loved to lay her head. He leaned back against the headboard and folded his arms. She was enjoying dancing, becoming more adventurous, moving with greater ease and confidence. She knew what he was waiting for and undid the lowest button on her shirt. With a giggle she turned her back on him and grabbed her buttocks before bringing her hands up above her head to clap to the beat. When she turned back he was grinning, his eyes on her legs and the gap between her thighs. She flicked a couple more buttons and opened the shirt, watching him carefully as the matching bra emerged into view.

  “La Perla, baby. All for you!” she said, swinging her hips and pushing her breasts up. He grinned, nodding in approval and she slipped the shirt off her arms and threw it at him. It landed on his legs and he slipped his trousers down quickly, throwing them with the shirt on the floor. He crossed his arms again and Holly smiled, delighted with the evening. She reached behind and flicked the catch of her bra but held the cups, teasing him with glimpses of the tops of her breasts. They felt slightly bigger than usual and this alone made her feel confident, ready for him. He was stroking his cock from outside his underwear, the long bulge very noticeable and her rhythm faltered as she remembered the look and feel of him. She slid the bra down from her breasts and threw it high in their air. It landed beside him on the pillow and he watched open-mouthed as she pushed her breasts up then clapped above her head, showing him just how firm they really were.

  His fingers slipped inside his underwear and she strutted up to him then stood over his stomach. His hands reached up towards her pussy and she slapped them away, surprising them both. She gyrated happily to the beat, swaying above him as she lewdly felt her pussy and the wet patch between her legs. She waited until she was sure she had his attention and touched herself again, bringing her fingers immediately to her mouth and licking. He groaned and without thinking she slipped her fingers into her panties, touched along her vagina and brought her fingers first to her lips, then with a flash of daring, offered them to him as she wobbled to the beat. He licked them and sighed in a schoolboy falsetto. He was cooked and ready to eat. She slid her panties down to her knees and watched his eyes zero in between her legs. She knew he would see her arousal, her clit peeking out from behind the little hood, her inner lips flowering and possibly even the sheen of arousal. She moved slowly above him, staring at his fingers and waited as he pushed his underwear down and his cock bobbed between his legs. Her panties slipped to her feet and she shuffled them off.

  Holly sank slowly to her knees and he pulled her to his mouth, kissing just above her pussy and then up to her breasts. Her fingers found his cock and she stroked it gently before he pushed her back down the bed, between his outstretched legs. She guessed there was something else coming that he maybe dreamed up over the Atlantic. He shuffled round, knelt between her legs and kissed her thighs, then after a brief kiss on her pussy he kissed above her clit. She felt his fingers over the area, touching her and she realised that she hadn’t shaved there for days.

  “All rough again.”

  “I know, I’m sorry babe. Been so busy,” said Holly, trying to remember the sequence she had devised in her mind.

  “I’ll do it for you.”

  “No, it’s OK, I’ll do it, you might cut me.”

  “Wait,” he said, sliding off the bed. He rummaged in his suitcase and brought out a long strip of black material.

  “What’s that for?”

  “Blindfold. So you won’t see the blood if I cut you.” He took her hand and swung her round to the top of the bed then knelt beside her, wrapping the material over her eyes and tying a bow at the side.

  “Where did you get it?” she asked as she realized that it heightened her awareness of the sounds and movement in the room.

  “Zurich, some sort of fetish shop.”

  “Ricky, you didn’t tell me about that.”

  “You didn’t ask. I bought some other stuff too”

  She smiled, but she couldn’t decide whether to object strongly to being blindfolded and shaved as though this was a dumb idea, or weakly so that he took no notice.

  “Other stuff, like what?” she said, slightly scared about what might emerge from his big bag.

  “You’ll have to wait, be a good girl.”

  There was still light coming in underneath the blindfold and she turned to him. “Nothing that hurts, Ricky? Safety razors, right?”

  He got the message and adjusted the blindfold so the world went dark. “Calm down Hol, I shave myself every day. It’s not difficult.”

  She wanted to add that it was his face, not her pussy and she had an idea that a cut anywhere between her legs would sting like mad for days and would make sex no fun at all.

  “Ricky, please,” she said without giving anything away. She could hear him moving around the room as though he was searching for something. The blindfold heightened her senses, the darkness adding an edge of danger. She slid a finger over her pussy and was astonished by her arousal and the wetness that seemed to readily flow out of her.

  “Ah ha, I knew I’d seen it somewhere,” he said, climbing back onto the bed. She felt him grab her wrists and then the silky material wrapped around them, binding her.

  “What’s that?” she gasped.

  “That tie in your laptop bag.” He wrapped it around her again, tighter this time then secured her to the headboard.

  “Ricky, no, please,” she said in a half-convincing voice. Nobody had ever tied her up before except the person who used to own the tie.

  “Shh, stop squirming or you’ll make me slip.” It sounded l
ike he was back over by his suitcase again and a couple of things dropped onto the bed as he walked around the room.

  “Just the top part, that’s where it’s grown.”

  “Shh! Bum up!” he said and she raised her buttocks. A pillow slid under her buttocks and then a towel. She lowered herself, feeling doubly exposed and jumped a little as his hands brushed across her hips, feeling the fine stubble. His palms opened her thighs and she absolutely knew she was drenched as her pussy slowly parted to reveal its inner charms. She heard the crackle of plastic and realised that he had planned this all along, had brought razors and shaving foam back from Switzerland just for the purpose. She giggled as the foam squirted onto her skin and then groaned with pleasure as his fingers spread it over her pubic hair and down over her pussy. His thumbs massaged her lips, pushing inwards, thrilling and teasing her even though it had nothing to do with getting her cleaned up.

  “Ricky,” she gasped as he pushed a little foam over her anus.

  “Shh, stay still!” he said as he moved again on the bed. She felt the razor just below her navel and was quite sure there was no hair that high up but it descended slowly, gently, cutting a careful curve towards her pussy, then stopped, repeated and moved to the right. She pulled at the tie holding her wrists, testing its strength and pleased to feel it was tight. She pulled again, reaching her head back, hopefully letting him see the strain in her muscles as he attended to her.

  “Ricky, please, be careful!”

  “Wider Hol,” he said, and she obeyed, opening her legs for him as she imagined what the white patch between her legs must look like, with her pussy lips poking out, aroused, begging for attention and her clit with a little dollop of foam on it, swollen and peeking at him. She felt him move, maybe to her side and then gasped as she felt his cock press hard against her hip. His hand ran along her inner thigh, preparing her before he gripped her lip and shaved quickly to remove the few hairs that had grown there. She struggled with her bonds, knowing she couldn’t break free and really didn’t want to but his hard cock against her thigh maddened her. He shifted again and shaved the other lip, then dabbed a little at other areas until she sensed he had finished. The bed dipped again and his fingers smoothed the remaining foam over her pussy, lubricating her already sticky lips. She groaned and then to her astonishment felt his cock against her nose, then her cheek and lips, pressing hard to gain entry. She tilted her head and willingly accepted him as he thrust into her and she grunted and struggled again, testing the strength of the tie. He pushed in deep, making her think that he was still fundamentally angry with her and rather than complain she held her breath and just tried not to gag.

  “Ricky! Mmm!” she groaned, feeling how smooth his fingers felt over her pussy. There was no stinging, only desire and the calculated thrusts of her hips as she tried to entice his fingers into her vagina. He moved again, pulling his cock from her mouth and then seemed to disappear from her radar.

  She listened intently but heard nothing except the music and her own breathing and thumping heart. She thought she heard the front door click and some footsteps, Ricky’s voice and a short laugh. The bed moved and someone was between her legs, touching her pussy with his thumb. It had to be Ricky and she was more convinced as she felt his cock touch her inner lips, pausing only briefly before pushing part way inside. Hands grabbed her knees in a way that Ricky had never done before and she gasped, now less sure that it was him.

  “Ricky?” she asked, looking to her left and right as if an image might appear.

  The cock thrust all the way inside her and she gasped in surprise, arching her back and pulling at her bonds as it quickly pulled out then thrust in again. The man’s nails dragged along her inner thighs as the pace quickened and Holly was shocked and a little ashamed that she cared more about orgasming than knowing who was driving her there. The darkness played tricks on her, focusing her senses on her pussy and her total exposure on top of the pillow. Her nipples reminded her of their presence and hardness, delighting her given that they hadn’t even been touched.

  Her arms ached with the tension but she devoured it, breathing hard as the regular rhythm of his thrusting continued. She felt the surge burst through her as her orgasm gathered force and knew with almost certainty that it was Ricky inside her. His measured pace and understanding that she needed to come first gave it away. She whimpered quietly with the thought that he was going to satisfy her before himself, just like he always would because he loved her. Her body seemed to release the brake holding her pleasure back and she cried out as the first little tremor echoed around inside. She pulled harder on her bonds and brought her legs up further, allowing Ricky to lean forward and double her up so that her ankles almost touched the silk tie. He pounded into her and she cried out with every hard stroke as it crashed home, relentlessly pushing her to orgasm. She felt him lean lower towards her head, then a tongue flicked inside her ear. She gasped with pleasure and her orgasm burst into the open, backed off for a couple of strokes then burst again with doubled ferocity. She screamed out in pleasure and relief, wishing that she could hold him to her body. He pounded into her, not stopping until she was twitching uncontrollably on the bed. Even then he just slowed a little and pushed his cock in just half way, slowly teasing her pussy and coaxing out the torrent of juice that flowed over her anus and onto the towel.

  She shivered a little but the warmth from his body was divine and comforting. As she calmed and he remained rigid inside her she appraised what had happened that evening. She had thought that the mutual confessional on the sofa had been enough, and that sucking him as he watched TV would be a little extra. But she now thought that the spanking and dancing were driven by his displeasure with her and that the spanking in particular was his way of telling her that she had gone too far. She didn’t want to think at all about what the play acting with the door and voices, the blindfold and restraints. Even if he had done them for fun, Holly thought that they carried a message. She turned to him and awkwardly kissed him. She felt his hands at the tie, hopefully undoing the knots as her arms really did ache. Without pulling out of her the tie came free and she brought her arms to her side, feeling the circulation quickly returning. She kissed his neck. It was definitely him and she couldn’t have been more delighted.

  He pulled out of her slowly, shifted to the side and cupped her pussy with his palm. She felt his knees against her hips and then his cock again pushing on her cheek. She turned and opened her mouth obediently. She smelled herself on him, her juices and gladly accepted him as he once again pushed in a little further than she found comfortable. His fingers scraped over her anus and up between her lips before his hand spread the lubrication over her skin between her legs. It felt slippery and had probably combined with the vestiges of the shaving foam. She groaned at the feeling as she slipped her hand between her thighs and joined him in exploration.

  He undid the knot on the blindfold and as her eyes focused on his face her heart surged in her chest. He was smiling, his eyes shining and his expression contained the warmth and love that she had last seen six weeks ago. He leaned forward and kissed her lips tenderly. She pulled him closer and held him as she wriggled on top of him so that her breasts squeezed against his chest. She kissed him again then rested her head on the pillow by his head so she could nuzzle his ear as well as hide the relief that must have been all across her face. She was very unsure how close she had been to being dumped and no amount of analysis would give her an answer. Ricky was a treasure, her boyfriend who had himself strayed. As she lay almost suffocating in the depth of the pillow she wondered how many ‘slips’ she would allow him before she dumped him. Her ability to rationalize and forgive any time he strayed from the path meant that she had a huge problem conceiving of any occasion where his actions would mean the automatic end of their relationship.

  She pulled him up and led him to the bathroom then turned on the shower. Standing at the big mirror she brushed her teeth and stood up straight, watching him, smilin
g. She wanted to advertise herself, let him see her breasts, the shape of her hips and the muscles that defined her youth and fitness. This would be what he would be missing and she purred with delight when he came up behind her and pushed his stiff cock between her thighs, making her giggle as she looked down at it emerging between her legs with the remnants of the shaving foam.

  They showered quickly then after a cursory wipe of the towels returned to the bedroom and he flopped onto the bed as she lay on her side, facing him. He grabbed the tie and blindfold and threw them into the corner.

  “What are you going to do with them?” she asked.

  Ricky smiled at her. “You liked them?”

  Holly bit her lip and grinned. “Yeah.”

  “Which was best?”

  “Ricky!”

  “I need to know, it’s part of your training.”

  She laughed and considered her response. “The tie on its own wouldn’t be such fun without the blindfold. Not knowing what’s really happening is a little scary.”

  “I would never hurt you Hol, you know that right?”

  “Yeah, I do,” she said, kissing his lips. He pulled her close and she felt his cock once again stabbing at her stomach, eager and willing.

  “I’ll keep them in my suitcase then so they’ll be with me whenever I’m here.”

  She nodded and slid her leg over his thighs, straddling him as her pussy rested snugly over his fat cock. She immediately felt her wetness flowing over his skin, the increasing ease with which he slipped between her distended lips. His hands came up to her breasts and she slid further forward, teasing them both as the tip of his cock slid over her vagina and massaged her engorged clit. She loved this position, being able to look down into his eyes, watch his expression change as he approached orgasm. She leaned forward again and took his cock in her right hand, positioned it against her opening and slid down slowly, just as he did with her. His hands gripped her breasts firmly and he groaned, an indication she thought that he was close. He had been hard for almost an hour and everything they had done, with the exception of her lips as his TV entertainment, had been for her benefit.