As she and I lay in bed, she reads a book and thinks I'm asleep. That is until my hand begins to caress her leg, moving up and down her thigh, tracing higher and higher till she brushes it away. She slides her feet up the bed, pulling her knees up to support her book. Determined and not ready for bed myself, my fingers reach under her thighs now, slipping all the way down to her ass and back up to the inside of her knee, then back down, now moving closer and closer to the line of her panties.
"What are you doing?" She protests in a coy tone.
"Oh nothing" I reply as my fingers slide into her panties, finding her moist twat "you don't seem to mind all that much."
"We need to go to sleep" she mutters, then tries to say something else that turns in to a soft moan as my fingers begin to rub against her clit.
She continues to read her book, at least tries to; my fingers begin to press hard and deliberately as I pull myself under the covers and move my head in between her legs. She holds her knees together as pull the blanket away, exposing her to the cool air.
Again, she protests, but the naughty smile on her face betrays her.
I grab her hips and force her to the center of the bed before prying her knees open to kiss my way down her thighs. Her hands move to push my head back as she playfully fights my advances. I grab her wrists and pin them to the bed as my mouth moves up her body, I bite the bottom of her tank top and pull it up to expose her glorious breasts; I release her hands and mine return to her body. She tries again to push against me and again I pin her hands to the bed as my mouth reaches her neck. Kissing and biting her, she begins to moan softly and drops her guard, allowing my hand to reach between her legs to find her cunt soaked from my rough advances.
"You don't seem to mind at all" I whisper in her ear as she attempts to resist again. I pull myself up, looking down on her; the look on her face changes to confusion as I reach out to the side of the bed. To her surprise pull out a black strap from under the edge of the bed sheet and wrap it around her wrist.
"What!?" She gasps as I tie her hand with the nylon strap and then move over to the other side. Surprised and unsure of what is happening I'm able to tie her other wrist with little resistance. She pulls against the straps, and I see that she is almost able to put her hands together.
"Well that's not very tight" she quips.
In response I suddenly grab one side and yank on it, pulling her hand down to the edge of the bed on the other side.
"Huh?" She gasps as I forcefully pull the almost free hand down to the edge and tie a knot in the strap, shortening it, leaving her very little room to move.
