What is the fucking difference?

One.
Tentative, careful, soft. His eyes looking up at me as his mouth devours my cunt. Watching for the signs of orgasm. His fingers inside me, searching for that spot. Teasing my nipples. Kissing my neck. Relaxing into me as I take him in my mouth. Allowing me to lead him into other positions. Pulling me to him afterward, the nestling into his shoulder. Soft words.

Two.
Waking in the morning, hearing him still sleeping beside me. Paralyzed, not from fear, but because I'm still tied to something. Something that won't budge. His waking, gradual. He brings his cock to me, flaccid. He doesn't reach out, am I there? He simply brings himself to me, with the knowledge that I'll be where he left me. He grows in my mouth, pumping. No need for skill now, just warmth. He grunts when it's enough, and pulls me into position. Enters me with no formalities. Nothing, then everything. He sets into his morning release, my pleasure a peripheral. He moves my body to fit what he wants. His eyes on my mouth or my tits or his cock moving in me. He rests on me, the sweat clammy and making our skin stick, his breath loud in my ear. Then a quick kiss and a hair tousle as he unclips the binds and says 'Coffee, and grab the paper.'

There. The fucking difference.