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As the evening sun set behind the mountains, the air grew cool and the sounds of crickets chirping filled the air. Inside, the bedroom was lit only by a few scattered candles, casting flickering shadows across the room. She lay on the bed, naked and bound, her wrists tied firmly to the headboard with a length of soft silk rope.

He stood at the foot of the bed, his eyes locked on hers as he slowly removed his shirt, revealing his muscular chest beneath. He moved towards her, his body thrilling at the sight of her tied up, vulnerable and ready for him to take her.

Gently, he kissed her forehead, then moved lower, down her nose, her lips, her neck. He traced the line of her clavicle with his tongue, then dipped lower, nipping at her nipples until they were stiff and hard.

With one hand, he reached down to fondle her between her legs, feeling the heat and wetness of her desire. She moaned softly, arching her back as he continued to touch her, bringing her closer and closer to the brink.

But he wasn’t ready to give her release just yet. Instead, he rose up and walked around to the end of the bed, slowly working his pants down over his hips. As he freed his erection, he stroked it gently, savoring the pleasurable ache that was building inside him.

Moving back up to her head, he leaned over her and whispered in her ear. “You’ve been such a good girl, my love. You’ve earned your reward.”

He began to stroke himself, slowly at first, then picking up the pace as he felt her eyes on him. Her breathing grew faster and more ragged as she watched him pleasure himself, longing to feel him inside her.

When he was close to the edge of climax, he climbed onto the bed and began to rub his hardness against her, his hands on her hips as he moved against her. She squirmed beneath him, wanting more, wanting him to take her hard and fast.

But he wasn’t ready for that yet. Instead, he reached down and untied one of her wrists, holding it firmly in one hand. With the other hand, he guided himself inside her, slowly filling her up as he watched her face distort with pleasure.

He moved in and out of her, slowly building up a rhythm, her body writhing beneath him as she moaned with delight. With each thrust, he grew harder and more insistent, pushing her towards a climax that he knew would be explosive.

At last, she reached her peak, her body shuddering with pleasure as she cried out his name. He released his own load deep inside her, his body collapsing onto hers as they both lay panting and sated.

As they lay there, still tied together, they knew that they had embarked on a journey of erotic pleasure that would take them to new heights of ecstasy. They were tied up, but they were also completely free.
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