A Lazy Sunday Afternoon

Both of us had a busy week at work and we were just lazing around on our couch, cuddled against each other, and enjoying the sound of the spring rain outside. I stroked Bina’s stomach, she kissed the crown of my head, her hand on my shoulder. I turned my head to face her. To smile at her. And she lowered her head, her lips, to meet mine. Her kisses still make me shudder and I felt my core tightening. She must have sensed my arousal: she immediately grabbed my throat and my breath quickened.
Bina moved around, still with her right hand on my throat, pushed me down, and straddled me. She used her left hand to fix my hands above my head. She bowed down, kissed me, bit my earlobe. She used her entire body to keep my body in place and moved her right hand from my throat to my breasts, pinching my nipples through the fabric of my shirt. I moaned. She moved her hand lower, grabbed my pants and pulled them down. She left them around my ankles and wrapped them around my calves, immobilizing me further.
“I’ll let your hands go, but don’t move.”
Quickly, Bina removed her clothes, pulled my shirt over my head. She straddled me again, rubbed her body against mine. I could feel her hot wetness on my thighs. I loved her wetness so much; it made me want her even more.
She kissed me again. I felt her breath on my neck, her fingers trailing their way towards my yoni. She kept pushing hers against my body, moaning. When her fingers came close, she stroked my labia, pinched them as she had pinched my nipples just a few minutes earlier. She pushed the tip of her finger into my core. She teased me. I pushed my body against her finger and she pulled it back.
“Don’t move!”
I sighed. I moaned. But she wouldn’t let me come right now. She rubbed her wet yoni against my thighs and didn’t touch me anymore. Her movements and her breath quickened. I disobeyed and moved to touch her breasts, her nipples. And she came with a cry.
“I said: don’t move,” Bina said with a laugh.
She finally touched my sweet spot, rubbed and circled it. Aroused from her orgasm and her touches, I started to moan again. She increased the pressure and the pace and I could barely bear it. She kissed me and slipped two fingers into my yoni. And I came.