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Without a word she walked away and headed toward the door upstairs. Speechless, he stood there. She looked over her shoulder and flippantly said, "Are you coming?"
Without skipping a beat and grinning all the while he said, "Not yet."
Disappearing up the stairs she said, "I can fix that problem."
He was right behind her, hands grabbing at her ass as they went upstairs. In the living room, they stood and kissed, a deep, passionate kiss that resonated through her body. Feeling the hunger she still felt, she pushed him back onto the sofa and dropped to her knees between his legs. She looked hungrily at his cock, but was determined to wait, if even for a moment. She leaned in, her body pressed full against his.
She felt his cock growing against her as she worked on his neck, watching, gauging his reaction, making mental notes of what drove him wild. She'd find a button and push it just to see to how far she could push him. She wanted to figure out exactly where his edge was--and see if she could she push it back a bit. She slid down to his chest, his prick hard between her tits. Exploring all of the wonderful places there, she moved to one of his nipples. As she did so, she brushed his dick with her tits. Mutual shock waves ran through their bodies. She couldn't wait any longer; she had to have his cock in her mouth and have it now.
She got on her knees, naked in front of him. This is a position she was seldom in and rarely wanted to be in. But now her desire to please, tease, and control him obliterated all of her past hesitations. She knelt there and watched him as she ran her nails up and down his inner thighs, making pale track marks on his skin as she touched everywhere but his most sensitive parts. Occasionally she would haphazardly dance her fingers over his balls and delight in his reaction. She leaned in, so her breath would caress his hardened prick. Her soft lips grazed his cock. His breath caught in his throat. A low growl of frustration escaped him, and she giggled to herself, pleased at her control and torture of him.
She wrapped her hands around his prick, feeling every inch of his shaft, memorizing his reactions as she ran her hand up and down his shaft. She found a spot at the base of his shaft, right by his balls, that with the right amount of pressure made him go wild. As she played with that spot, she wrapped her lips around the top of his shaft--her tongue dancing around his head, just under the rim, across the top. Her tongue danced furiously around his prick while one hand stroked his shaft and the other massaged his balls. He was growling wild, hips bucking and arching in time with her strokes.
When he reached out and grabbed her head, firmly but not forcefully, she froze, stopped mid stroke, grabbing his hands and putting them down by his side. "Let me tell you how this works. You touch me, I stop. Your hands move at all, I stop, got it?"
"Yes," he moaned.
She could tell when she'd stopped that he'd been seconds away from coming. And that, right now, wasn't her goal. She didn't mean to torture him; it was just a fun side effect. She wanted to learn his body, every inch of it, to learn what buttons to push to drive him wild, and just how far she could really push him before he pushed back. As she was pondering this, he was moaning and arching his hips trying to make contact, seemingly desperate to come. She looked at him with a wicked twinkle in her eye and said, "Now where was I? Oh my, I don't remember. My memory is so horrible. I guess I'll have to start all over."
He growled, but his eyes gave him away. He was enjoying this as much as she was.
And so she began again, this time playing with his nipples as her tongue explored his balls. This time, with just a bit of nails and a touch of teeth, his response was strong. Her nails explored his chest, her teeth nipping just a touch. When she finally got back to his engorged and throbbing prick, she didn't play with it, but took as much as she could in her mouth in one swallow.
She grabbed his balls and sucked and stroked--stronger and faster than before. He went wild, body thrashing, head back eyes rolled up into his skull. She felt his hands flinch, but they never moved. She tasted his precum and lapped it up, savoring its sweet but slightly salty flavor. She knew she only had moments left before he came. So she slowed down her pace, but not the pressure. He growled in frustration.
One of her hands released his balls and started exploring his ass, tracing lightly around his hole. He jumped in surprise as she applied a bit of pressure, testing the entrance, but his prick didn't lie. It drove him nuts. She continued the game, pushing and exploring his depths, taking him again just to the edge, but never over.
By this time, she was sopping wet, and her pussy was aching. New plan. She grabbed him and pulled him off the sofa and onto the floor. She maneuvered him around till he was stretched out. Then she knelt over him, her wet pussy just brushing the top of his prick. He tried thrusting his hips up so that he could enter her, but she was quicker.
Leaning into him, nibbling on his ear, she lowered herself back onto his prick, its head just touching her opening and whispered, "Is this what you want?"
"Yes," he growled.
She lowered herself just a bit, so that only his head was in her, and there she hovered, with his nails sanding her back in frustration. She arched her back and momentarily lost control, dropping down, his full length filling her, reaching places within her that hadn't been reached in many years. She threw her head back, crying out with pleasure as his nails continued to make tracks down her back. And then she rode him, taking slow strokes, savoring the feeling of his long hard length moving within her.
His hands found her ass, grabbing her checks, spreading, pulling exploring. She quickened her pace just a bit as she felt her orgasm starting to build. But she wasn't ready to end it just yet. She reached around and grabbed his balls, fondling, massaging, and raking ever so gently. That was enough to send him over the edge. She rode him hard and he grabbed onto her, refusing to let her slow down or stop. His warmth filled her body, and she responded with a powerful orgasm of her own. Her screams of pleasure reverberated through the house.
The neighbors three doors down heard them.
She collapsed on top of him--spent, but very, very satisfied--not moving, just enjoying the fullness still inside her. A few minutes went by in silence as they both came slowly back to reality, still enjoying the afterglow. Their bodies, battered and sore, bore marks of the pleasure they had just enjoyed--claiming each other as their own, marking their respective territory. She slid off slowly, reluctantly laying on the floor beside him. Saying nothing, for fear of losing the moment, she took the chance to imprint the experience deeply in her memory.
She expected nothing, accepting the potential that this might just be a one-time thing. She lay there silently as this thought tumbled through her mind.
His voice startled her and brought her back to reality. "I should be going soon, but I hope you enjoyed yourself just now, cause next time it's my turn and I'm in control."
She simply smiled and said, "I'm waiting."
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