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.
