You've made me strip naked for you and then come straddle you. Your hands make their way over my arse and up my back, gently drawing me to you so you can kiss me deeply, moving to trail kisses down my neck and along my collar bone.
One hand moves up into my hair and suddenly yanks me back, forcing a soft, startled cry from me as I'm forced to arch slightly backward, my hands reaching for you to keep my balance. Starting slowly, your other hand toys with my nipples, pinching and pulling them until I'm hissing from the pain and the heat, wriggling on your lap trying to avoid your fingers.
You force me to lift up and arch back just a little more, lifting my breasts up towards you and then your mouth is on me. Sucking and caressing my bruised nipples with your lips and tongue. Each pull on my nipples is like a mini electric shock that travels down my body and centres in my clit. I can feel you hard against me through your jeans and I can't help but try to move my hips against you, desperate for more friction.
I start whispering "please!" but you shush me, moving at your own pace. When you're finally finished with my nipples, I'm softly panting, flushed and wet.
You pick me up and we're moving, giving me a chance to clear my head a little and get my breath back until you place me down on the bed. You join me and you're finally naked, your body over mine, one knee parting my legs and your weight gently pressing me into the bed.
I kiss you, running my hands gently up and down your back, my fingers playing in your hair. You shift slightly so you can run your hand down my body, your palm grazing over my nipple and making me arch as you go. Then, with one of my legs pinned by yours, you force the other open until I'm spread wide on the bed for you.
You look me in eyes. "Keep them there and don't move."
I nod that I understand.
I can feel your cock, hard against my leg. My nipples still aching and hot from your torment earlier and now you're just looking over my body, your hand trailing over me so slowly it's almost a tickle. Your hand makes it way down the front of my thigh and so slowly begins to inch up the inside of my leg.
I realise I'm holding my breath; I'm desperate to feel your fingers on my pussy, my clit, anything. You're millimetres from my pussy when I shift my hips. It's almost involuntary but I need the contact and you're taking too long.
"No!" is all I hear as your hand slaps down onto my pussy, your fingers catching my clit. I scream with the shock and my legs snap closed.
Your fingers seize my already sore nipple and I'm whimpering trying to listen to you.
"Open. Now. That was gentle. If you move again, it'll be harder next time."
I'm reluctant to open my legs for fear of what you're going to do. You hadn't really hurt me, it was more the shock but I realised that I could feel my pussy throbbing, my clit that bit more tender. But you're still squeezing my nipple and that does hurt.
You just raise your eyebrows at me and I quickly move my legs apart until I'm spread so wide it's starting to hurt.
Your mouth seizes mine and you kiss me deeply, your hands rough as they move over me. I've learnt my lesson for now and I keep perfectly still even though I'm longing to move against you. You break off the kiss and your gaze moves down my body.
You spend the next 5 minutes slowly running your fingers all over my pussy. Featherlight you move over me, your hand occasionally dipping lower to caress my arse.
You can see my legs trembling with my effort to keep still. I break once more as your fingers finally run over my clit. My hips pressing my clit against you before I can stop myself. I get two hard slaps this time. I scream. That stung.
"I'm sorry!" my legs move back into position without needing to be told. I'm trembling with need, my pussy sore and hot but so wet I can feel it. I'm begging you to make me O, begging you to fuck me, to touch me.
"Shhh." You stroke my hair, kiss my temple, my mouth. I sink into your kiss and I'm lost in sensation as your fingers are back on my clit, circling with gentle pressure. Fighting the urge to press up into you is so hard but I can feel the muscles in my stomach start to tighten, my thighs tensing, the pins and needles in my feet as I start getting close.
Your fingers slow and I'm moaning with frustration and need. You push one, then two fingers inside me and I go rigid - the pressure of not being allowed to move against the sensation all too much. Your fingers inside me are moving against the front wall of my pussy, you're kissing me and I'm desperately holding on to the bed willing you not to stop. You move your thumb to rub just alongside my clit as your fingers press against my g-spot. I can't help it, I'm about to go over, everything tenses, my back arches and then I'm screaming again.
"What part of do not move, don't you understand!?" Each word accompanies a slap against my pussy and my clit. I'm almost sobbing now, apologising and pleading with you to let me O.
"No, my needy little slut. You don't deserve it."
You roll onto your back, pulling me with you so that I find myself sat upright on top of you. You've positioned me so my clit is trapped between my body and your cock. Your hands like vices on my hips start to force my hips up and down the length of your cock. The outside of my pussy moving over you. Your cock is completely covered in my juices and although you are not inside me, I can feel myself starting to get close again, the pressure against my clit feels amazing.
You edge me again. Waiting until the last second to force my hips up off you. I've lost count of how many times I've almost cum by now and my cry of protest makes you chuckle. You draw me down close to you, I'm still trying to grind against you, to shift my hips so I can slide your cock inside me but you won't let me move enough. You kiss me, both hands holding my head in place and then guide my head down your body allowing me to kiss you as I go.
"Go clean up the mess you've made."
I take the head of your cock into my mouth and immediately I'm flooded with the smell, the taste, of myself. I love how I taste on you and I can't help but moan around your cock. I slide my mouth down your cock and you let out a moan of your own. For the first time all night I feel powerful, having created that reaction in you. I've no sooner had that thought though when you hands tighten in my hair and you start to take control of the pace and depth. Before long you are essentially fucking my mouth and I'm concentrating on trying to breathe and keep sucking.
