There was a summer sun, casting through the windows around the house. I loved that "open" look, that feeling of being able to soak in the sun from my couch, to slide the latches up and feel the cross-breeze in my house.
Alice was, perhaps, a bit -- but only a bit -- less fond of it. That might have been due to her walking through the house with only my collar upon her deliciously curved body, a form that seemed to fit like a puzzle piece into the bowed layout of my living room. I knew with no doubt she relished it while dressed, but the sense of being observed changed her opinion, changed her enjoyment.
But, then, this wasn't done for her. At least, not quite yet.
For her, to some extent, was the 2nd half of the Beeb's _Pride and Prejudice_. Having read the book (Oi! Not the one with the Zombies!), I was more than willing, if slightly bored, to watch with her, with the condition that her body was mine to torment during, with no hope for release -- and that such orgasmic pleasure would be swiftly punished.
So, with rights reserved, I used the right to play with her shape, pressed against me on the sofa as we watched Colin Firth get drenched. For some odd reason, she asked me to replay that scene.
Twice.
She was already well-drenched by my ministrations by that point; I confess to having kept her on a keen edge of delight for much of the viewing. There were portions she missed, due to my hands in her hair, the exposed portions of her neck teased with lips and tongue and teeth most active. Worse, perhaps, was my hands, that gripped and grazed and fondled her smooth skin. I delighted in having my palm find perch cupping a breast, two fingers tweezing her ripe nub of a nipple.
And, of course, being a man, I could not help but press my case. I strove for innocence with swollen shaft, but her slow squirming of a sharply-curved ass against my cock was too much a hardship, and forced me against her nether slit. If it also slid against her clit, 'tis not my fault! I did what I could to not torment her too much, after all...
...it was inevitable, though, that such a delightfully swollen clit would be visited by me. That I'd simply push that thick cock head onto the tip, slowly rubbing as she begins to beg for my unavailable mercy, the program forgotten for a time. The joy of knowing someone well is the joy of pushing their limits to the edge, of making them suffer with delight that feels unending. And so I did.
"...PLEASE. Please fuck me. Fuck my cunt, make it yours, make it hurt..."
"No."
And she'd moan again, loud.
When the torment stopped, I had a guess how long it lasted from the scene, once we refocused. But that was blocked by Alice's sudden turn, her grabbing my face, kissing me fiercely as she re-presented her naked form to my clothed flesh. And such fierce devotion could only be met with the same, as my hands caressed her face, our lips pressing home our mutual desires. We pulled away after...who knows how long? Who cares?
