They had been out with some friends, enjoying the local nightlife, and were now no their way home. Throughout the night, he had been teasing her. Discreetly running his hand between her legs, casually reaching over and rubbing one of her breasts, brushing his lips across the back of her neck as she stood talking with her friends. The end result was that she had been worked up for the better part of the evening, and could barely wait to get home and rip his clothes off. Every time she had tried to play back with him that evening, he had just given her "that" look, and she had stopped. It was a game, and she knew he was aware of how much she enjoyed playing it.
Now as he was driving, she placed her hand on his thigh, lightly rubbing it. She saw him smile and turn his head slightly, then refocus on driving. Oddly, the traffic was still heavy, despite the late hour. Deciding to discard subtlety entirely, she moved her hand up and felt his hardness. Now she reached over with her other hand, and began unzipping his fly. When he didn't protest, she reached in and pulled him out. Her hand wrapped around his erection, and when she stroked her hand up and down its length, a few drops of pre-cum seeped out. She traced her fingers up across the head, and began spreading the pre-cum across the head of his cock. She closed her hand around him again, and using his own natural lubrication, began to stroke him. She had to twist in her seat slightly, and he moved his hips a fraction to help her get the angle she was seeking.
She looked down again at her hand working him. She watched the way he looked in her hand, now slick with his juices. She found her other hand sliding between her legs and begin to play with her clit, and for a moment lost track of what she was doing. When she looked up, she saw that he had cocked his head slightly and was glancing at her playing with herself. "Make yourself cum."
She released her hold on him, and focused her attention on his direction to her. She knew better than to disobey, and frankly, was so worked up from the evening that she had been waiting for permission to cum for some time. While she wanted to stretch out the pleasure and let this orgasm build slowly, in no time at all her fingers were flying across her clit. Her free hand moved up and began playing with her nipples, and her breathing became labored. She could feel herself getting close, and as it began to approach, she heard his voice. "Stop."
She whimpered. 'Dammit!' she shouted in her head. 'Not this, not now! Please can I cum?' But she immediately stopped, knowing that another three seconds of playing with herself and she would have been cumming. Part of her screamed for that orgasm, and another knew that this continued build-up would result in an incredible orgasm once she finally did get to cum. And besides, he had taken back the permission for her to cum, and she didn't want to disobey. She had gotten so wound up in playing with herself that she didn't realize that they were sitting in her driveway until he opened his door and got out of the car. She followed suit, and they walked up to the front door.
When the entered the house, she began to head up the stairs. He grabbed her around the waist, and turned her around. When he pulled her towards him and kissed her, she pressed her body against his. His hands roamed over her back, and then grabbed her ass. She could feel his hardness again, and then his hand pulled the back side of her skirt up and he began playing with her bare ass. She grabbed his head and rubbed his face against her chest, feeling his tongue trace lines across it. Suddenly she felt herself being hoisted up into the air, and before she knew it, he had thrown her over his shoulder and was walking up the stairs. As she looked back down, she prayed silently that he wouldn't drop her, because as she hung over his shoulder, she was completely helpless. He had one hand draped across her legs, securing them close to his chest, and the other continued to play with her backside. She felt him slide his thumb inside her, and as he climbed the stairs, began teasing her pussy with it.
Once he reached the top of the stairs, he turned the corner and carried her through the bedroom door. She thought he might put her down then, but apparently that wasn't to be the case. He threw her down on the bed, and reached forward to slide her skirt up again, grabbing her ankles and pulling them apart, then he lowered his head between her legs. His tongue darted back and forth across her clit, and then dove into her, and she grabbed his head and pulled it closer into her crotch. His tongue had her on the brink again, and once again, he stopped her just short of cumming. But he didn't stop completely, he just slowed down enough that her orgasm remained just out of reach. He continued this cycle for several more minutes, and then lifted his head and stood up at the side of the bed.