"Don't you dare cum," Julia whispered.
She bit into my ear to let me know she meant it, and lifted herself off the ground with her legs around my waist. Julia tightened the grasp of her thighs around me, pressing her panties against my cock before relaxing her body again. We were on the ground. Her maneuver took her body off the floor and put our bodies into full contact. I sealed the contact by coming back down on top of her and pressing her body into the floor.
For a moment I wondered if Julia felt dirty about making out on her floor. Was it dirty? She'd know. But then I remembered "she probably had one of her boys cleaning this floor with a toothbrush an hour before I arrived."
Julia's red lingerie was a lacy, see-through bra and a sexy thong bottom. I was naked on top of her on her wooden floor, right next to her bed, bracing my feet against the floorboards to push into her. We felt like two animals in heat. Julia was on her back, which was an unusual position for her. I had her wrists pinned above her head, completing the type of vulnerable position she'd usually avoided with me. She looked heavenly and pulled with her legs to bring me down into her, responding to my passion with her own. Despite her arousal and despite her svelte figure being trapped between my body and the floor, Julia maintained a patina of control.
"I mean it." She bit my lip. "Don't. Cum. You need permission."
"Something must be up," I thought.
Orgasms almost always required permission with Julia. Repeating the instruction was unnecessary. She didn't need to remind me.
What did two warnings mean? Probably that her arousal was off the charts, or she was playing a game. Maybe both.
Julia was a complete sensual intoxicant; an eastern European beauty with a lovely face, model figure, and Pacific coast tan. At 5-foot-9 she was a true knockout in the bikinis she loved to wear on the beach, and downright overwhelming when she was in lingerie. Unless Julia intentionally toned down her look, which she did when we wanted to chat and hang out, she was a sensual overload. Julia was well-travelled, adventurous, multi-lingual, and her brilliant Ph.D mind came equipped with a wicked kinky streak.
Julia's long, svelte legs were equally athletic and sexy with porcelain-smooth skin. Her body was toned from tip to toes. Climbing her legs past her thighs you came to Julia's hips, which were neither narrow nor wide for her figure, but rather perfectly curved into her waist. Julia's ass was exquisite and competed only with her hips for her most grabbable feature. Her tight waist was complemented by a defined abdomen with soft, supple breasts hanging from above. Julia's smooth breasts were full without being over-sized. They were tipped with nipples as an artist would paint them. Her sharp shoulders and collarbone accented to her sensual figure, and her arms were defined, athletic and strong enough to meaningfully resist me when she meant to.
Julia's incredible features were off limits for most of her male admirers, who were relegated to worshipping her feet. Foot fetishists adored her feet, and she drove them wild with a flick of her sandals from the tip of her toes. Even when Julia and I were together, she made me begin foreplay at her feet. Her luckier submissives could work their way up to her calves. Some were granted access to her thighs, but they were usually roped up. Her beautiful upper thighs and ass were off limits except for when she "accidentally" bumped into them. I'd never had a foot fetish, but she could convince me if she wanted. Julia's feet were perfectly arched and curved and something else. She drove foot fetishes to their limits and melted them with the opportunity to caress and kiss her feet.
Although Julia's feet were beautiful and sexy, I could not understand how her submissives could be near her nearly-naked body, stay relegated to her feet, and somehow not lapse into insanity. To be behind closed doors with Julia while she was in lingerie meant you were either going to have the best sex of your life, or, more likely, you were going to be teased and denied until you were ready to weep. With me it meant both. For her submissives, she loved to present herself perfectly done up in lingerie and then assure them they could freely access all the way up to her ankles and then go no further.
Julia's face was gorgeous and her neck was strong and sensual like the rest of her body. You could read her delectable mind from her kiss, which either flowed with wondrous pleasure or intoxicating venom, and was irresistible in either case.
What's more, as naturally sexy as she already was, Julia was a master of both tease-and-denial and orgasm control. Most men in her life called her mistress. Others called her goddess. A few called her key-holder. During those years we were lovers.
Back on Julia's floor, our mouths explored each others' depths and we became drunk on kissing. Our foreplay was tantric and could go on for hours. But we'd never hooked up on her floor. Her desire was raw and urgent today.
I knew Julia meant it when she told me not to cum. And I also knew she felt no responsibility to help me comply with this particular order, and would not flinch from making my situation impossible. Implicit and unspoken in Julia's mind was a principle that my orgasm denial should never interfere with her pleasure-taking. On the contrary, my orgasm denial and her pleasure-taking seemed to be one in the same to Julia. She often came off as naive and unassuming about her own attractiveness, like a woman who had never been told she was beautiful. She simultaneously knew how attractive she was and maintained complete innocence about her effect. Julia could sincerely respond to a man's utter, trembling desperation -- desperation she'd deliberately and meticulously cultivated over hours, days, or weeks -- with a disarming attitude of "What? All because of me?"
Orgasm control was one of the few restrictions Julia imposed upon me, and it only applied when we were together. Failure on this front truly disappointed her, and if she was disappointed she didn't hide it. She seemed to conceptually understand that men had physical limits, and that stimulating a man to a certain point would result in orgasm But she never truly let that knowledge sink in, and instead maintained the believe that these biological processes could by stopped by her simply whispering "Don't." In other words, she was sexually impossible and quite proud of it, and she took an attitude of "You should be able to control yourself for me" regardless of the sensual tortures and stimulants she applied. I loved her for it.
Julia slipped her wrists out from where I had them pinned over her head. We rolled to our sides and struggled to suppress one another, kissing all the while. I rolled on top of her and mounted her again, drawing both her arousal and ire. She gasped in pleasure as I thrust her hips into her floor. Julia bit her lip between kisses and pulled a bra strap down from her shoulder onto her arm, exposing her full, soft breast. I embraced her bare breast with my mouth and teased her nipple with my tongue.
Julia gasped more deeply and rolled her eyes in pleasure with the simultaneous stimulation to both her breast and loins. She embraced me with her sexy legs and thrust more firmly into me as I worked on her bare breast with my mouth. Then we lip-locked again, and then I went back to her breast.
While I was lost in her breasts I felt Julia's arm stretch away from me. We had changed positions from where we had started on her floor, and now she could just barely reach up to her nightstand. I could feel her beautiful body continuing to stretch. Then she relaxed and let me continue working on her. She slowly threaded her hand between my arms, past my chest, down and to my cock. My lips moved up to her neck.
I gasped.
"Fuuuuuucccccccckkkk"
Julia smiled and looked dreamily into my eyes as I pulled away from her neck. She kissed me lightly on the lips then let me go again. Her hand re-wrapped around my cock to get a better grip, and then she continued stroking sensually yet insistently. Her hand was dripping with Uberlube, an asymmetric weapon when slathered on her hands. She used it when she wanted me hypnotized with pleasure without herself being concurrently stimulated. I could tell she loved how I had her pinned to the floor, but she was also making plans to get out from under me.
She stroked and stroked and pulled me down with her other arm into another kiss. I gasped as she worked my cock perfectly. She tried again to roll me onto my side, but I held her pinned down. She smiled at her situation. I loved how she looked under me, our position felt amazing, and I didn't want to let her out. She relented. Instead of trying to roll me off her, she grasped me tighter with her thighs and pressed into me.
"Are you going to take me on my own floor?" she teased.
She stroked me more vigorously. I was nearing the edge.
"You wouldn't dare fuck me here. Not like this. You wouldn't dare..."
She certainly wasn't telling me I *couldn't* do it, she was saying I *wouldn't.* But I had more immediate concerns.
"STOP STOP JULIA PLEASE STOP"
She let go of my cock and blew me a kiss. I couldn't believe how sensitive I already was. That had been an early near-miss, and I was already dripping pre-cum which she was recycling into lube. She let me cool off for a minute while maintaining lower stimulation.
"Have you been waiting for me like a good boy?"
"Yes."
I closed my eyes. I sensed where she was headed and knew I didn't want to be staring at her body while she went there.
"How long has it been?"
"Seven days."
"Hmmm...I don't remember hooking up with you seven days ago," she said with a smile. "Were you with one of your lover girls?" she joked.
"No, Julia, I was not with 'one of my lover girls'," I gasped.
"Hmmm...what was it then? Open your eyes and talk to me. Can you me what happened seven days ago?" Her cockteasing intensified. "Would you please look at me while we're talking, David," she asked sweetly.
I opened my eyes and looked into hers. "Julia, I think you know what happened," I said with a mixture of amusement and impatience. She stroked more intensely. "Oh my God Julia..."
"Awww...did someone see something that bothered him *so much* seven days ago?"
"Yes, someone saw something that bothered him *so much* seven days ago," I mocked, laughing while I repeated her words.
"So much he needed to cum, didn't he? That must have been quite the sight. I bet you're thinking about it now," she coyly concluded. "You're usually so good at waiting for me. So disciplined. You must have been so, so bothered by whatever you saw..." she trailed on.
"You must have seen something that's etched into that brilliant boy brain of yours. It sounds like quite a distraction. You're usually so good for me...you must have been so overwhelmed..." she whispered. I closed my eyes again but only saw the video she'd sent me replay in my mind. I immediately reopened my eyes. Julia's smile was turning into a laugh.
Julia began stroking me with both hands. They were coated in Uberlube.
