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"Sorry," I said, "I didn't mean--"

"Don't feel bad. It's not like that's wrong or anything. I just couldn't do it. There are just, you know, too many connotations."

"Well, you asked about a fantasy."

"I know I did. But being tied up?"

"I wasn't talking about, like, a harness. Just scarves or something."

I looked away, and she touched my chin to bring my eyes back to her. "It's not that I don't trust you. But it's the idea. It's just...degrading." Then she kissed me and placed my hand on her breast, her way of saying "it's not you, it's me" that I believed more than if she had said the words.

We stayed like that for a moment, on our sides, legs tangled. Still grasping her breast, I circled my thumb around her nipple as it quickly hardened. She slid her hand down my waistband and took hold of my ass, pulling me in closer to her. Then I had the thought.

"Wait," I said breaking the kiss. "I've got an alternative."

Her eyes narrowed. "An alternative?"

"Lay on your back," I responded. She did, and I propped myself up on a shoulder to get a better look. I knew she'd feel self-conscious being examined like that, but she ought to be used to it by now. The look of her there, with her pale, exposed chest and legs encased in tight, faded blue jeans, was indescribably sexy. My eyes followed the long, smooth curves of her form over her flawless skin, across the soft mounds of her breasts, down her flat stomach. I almost lost my train of thought in the spectacle before me, but then turned back to face her.

"You don't want to lose control," I said, "I understand that. So I propose a test; one to see how much control you really have."

She looked at me with a curious half-smile on her lips. "What kind of test?"

"Put your hands behind your head, like you're doing sit-ups," I said. "And lock your fingers together."

She did as I said, resting her head back on her open palms. I tried to ignore the upward slant this position gave her breasts and focus on the matter at hand. "You comfortable?" I asked.

"Yeah," she countered. "So what's the challenge?"

"The challenge," I informed her, "is to stay like that. To see how long you can go without trying to touch me."

"What will you do in the meantime?"

"Anything I want," I responded. This elicited a laugh, but one look in my eyes let her know I meant it. There was a quiet moment then. I tried my best not to give away anything in my face; to hide the excitement and apprehension I felt. To be honest, I had no idea what I was going to do. But I wasn't about to let her know that.

She considered it a bit longer. Then her eyes narrowed, and I knew she would give it a go. Because the one thing she derives more pleasure from -- other than sheer carnality -- is showing me up.

"Go ahead," she said, "do your worst." But before she could finish the sentence my mouth was on hers. Harder than she was used to. As my tongue darted around in her mouth, I brought my hands to her face and slowly ran my fingers across her cheeks. I felt her constrict for a moment, and I knew she wanted to touch me. She wanted to run her fingers through my hair. But she wouldn't let herself.

I moved my lips to her ears, breathing softly against her lobe, and then down to her neck. I spent a moment gently kissing and tasting her skin there. She let out a soft moan, and on that, I bit down. She gasped, which I silenced by running my thumb across her lips. She took my thumb into her mouth, which I almost protested until I realized there was nothing in the rules against it.

I pulled my hand away and slid it down her chest. My now wet thumb skimmed her still-standing nipple. I palmed her breast and let my thumb slowly circle. I released my mouth from her neck and trailed my lips down to meet her other breast. My tongue traced along the edge of her areola, purposefully avoiding her nipple. My eyes glanced up at hers, and she looked down at me expectantly. I gazed back down at her awaiting nipple, then retracted my lips and carefully scraped my teeth across it.

She arched her back, almost trying to force herself into my mouth, but I pulled away. Instead I gently blew on it, and brushed the other with the backs of my fingers. That elicited another moan, this one more frustrated. But I knew I was only strengthening her resolve.

To really piss her off, I grazed my free hand across her exposed and ticklish armpit. She jerked and gasped, "No fair," and I apologized by taking her nipple in my mouth. She breathed in deeply as I pulled the delicate skin with my lips and traced its shape with my tongue. Firmly, I took the other in my hand and kneaded it.

I trailed my lips around the underside of one breast, glided my tongue across the smooth skin that lay between the two, and then began to gently nibble on the other. All the while, my hands moved down to her hips. I strongly massaged her the way she liked to do to me. I wanted to remind her of everything she was missing with her hands out of the equation.

Then I began to migrate downward, across the plane of her stomach. I felt her muscles reflexively tense up as my hands moved slightly up and I traced my fingers along the inside of her waistband to unbutton her jeans. She relaxed as I dotted little kisses across her belly. When she was perfectly calm and breathing deeply, I struck again. This time, biting down on her skin hard, and when she arched her back, tugging her jeans down.

I raised myself up so I could slide her pants completely off. When I looked back at her, she stared at me with both intrigue and confusion. "What?" I asked.

"I-I didn't know you had this in you," she managed to get out.

"Just wait," I replied.

I positioned myself on my knees between her legs and hoisted one over my shoulder. I kissed the inner thigh of that leg while I traced my fingertips along the outer side. My hand ran down the length of the leg to the ankle, then back up, lightly stroking the underside of her knee on the way.

I reached up and slipped my fingers into the waistband of her simple cotton underwear. I wanted desperately to just rip them off her. Glancing up at the expectant look on her face, though, told me that was just what she wanted me to do. So I smiled, pulled the elastic back and let go, snapping it against her skin. Before she could protest, I placed my palm against her mons and pressed firmly against it. She drew in air sharply, and I countered by rubbing her through the thin material in small circles.

I skated my lips down her thigh right to the base of her leg. Waiting there, I breathed in her scent, letting my warm exhalations drift across her skin. I passed my fingers downward, across the wetness that had seeped through the thin material. Then I gingerly pinched the edge of the fabric, and, a centimeter at a time, drew them down. Again, she arched back, lifting her ass off the bed to allow for the removal. I let my fingernails scrape along her skin as I pulled, all the way down her legs. Frustrated with my pace, she kicked her feet and flung the panties away. She then placed her legs on either side of me, knees slightly bent.

I unhurriedly reached my hand forward. I let my fingers get entangled in her pubic hair, then drifted downwards. Only my fingertips traveled along her outer lips, with the middle sliding right in between. I pushed back upwards, sneaking my fingers under the topmost layer. She was already very wet, and I made sure to moisten my thumb along the way. Then I placed my thumb on the hood of her clit and began to lightly stroke it.

While my hand was busy, I lurched my body back up the length of her. I took a brief moment to kiss her nipples again, still solid and receptive. I continued up, along the lines of her neck, until we were face to face again. She looked directly into my eyes, pupils wide, breathing softly but deeply through her slightly opened mouth. Without breaking contact, I gently slipped two fingers inside of her.

A slight, unnamable sound accompanied her next exhalation. I continued to work my thumb around her clit as I pushed and pulled my fingers across her inner walls. She raised her outer leg up, which I thought was to give me better access. But she began to pull at the waist of my pants with her foot. I debated whether or not I should, since I was committed to driving her crazy, but I honestly couldn't stand them anymore. With my free hand, I unbuttoned my pants and then helped her push them down.

I kissed her, then pulled my hand away to throw off my pants and discard my boxers. Her eyes were on me; I could feel it. I knew how much she wanted me inside her because I certainly wanted it, too. But I was building up to something here, and I knew I could get her to cave soon enough.

I repositioned myself between her legs, and lowered my head to where they met. I took a deep breath, inhaling the scent of her, then I purposefully leaned in and placed my lips on her clit. Gently, I sucked on it, pulling it out from its hood. I then began to bathe it with long strokes of my tongue. Her breathing became more shallow, and there was a slight tremble in her exhalations. She always liked to run her fingers through my hair while I was going down on her. This must be killing her.

The movements of my tongue became quicker, flicking back and forth across her clit. With one hand, I reached up and clasped onto her breast; the other I brought up under my chin. I gently touched the folds around her opening before plunging my fingers back inside her. I continued like this for a short time, tongue and fingers working in harmony, until her moans became louder and more insistent. I pulled my lips away and withdrew my fingers, and she let out a sigh of frustration and disappointment.

I drew myself back up the length of her, holding myself above her body and looking down into her eyes. Her hands were still firmly clenched behind her head. I balanced my weight on one shoulder and my knees. The free hand traveled down her body to the source of her wetness. I dipped my fingers in, and used it to lubricate the head of my now almost painfully-erect cock. Then I lowered myself down just enough, and used my hand to rub the tip against her clit.

She gasped, and I could see the muscles in her arms tighten. She was about to break, and I knew how to finish this. I moved myself down further, in between her lips, and I positioned myself right at her opening. I rested the head of my cock just at the entrance. Then I looked back at her face.

We stayed there for a long, silent moment. Finally, she whispered, "Fuck me."

I said, "Make me."

With that, she flung her hands out from behind her head, grabbed onto my ass and pulled me deep inside of her. All resistance gone, I began driving myself into her, forcefully and insistently pushing as deep as I could go. With her hands now free, she explored every part of me she could reach: fingers running through my hair, across my back, grabbing my chest. She clasped me against her with her legs, not giving me any chance to stop. As if I could at that point.

I quickened my pace, and she matched my movements in perfect sync. Every thrust was met with a corresponding moan or gasp. As her orgasm approached, she clutched my hips desperately, guiding me to just the right angle. She cried out as she came, and the contractions deep within her sent me straight into orgasm as well. I continued thrusting into her as long as I could, savoring every last sensation of it.

I lay down next to her and we wrapped our limbs around each other, breathing deeply, and relishing the pure joy of simply being that connected to another person. Soon, we drifted off to sleep.

The next morning, I was awakened by the feel of her lips on my chest, kissing, nibbling and surveying me. Her hands roamed the entire length of my body. She was unaware at first that I was awake and watching her. Then she stopped and looked up at me.

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