Rating: NC-17 for adult content
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He grabbed her wrist as they ran into the bedroom, turning her around. "I told you... now you must pay." He tried his best to sound menacing... but judging from the grin on her face, he wasn't succeeding.
"Oh, yeah... and just what do you think you're gonna do?"
He answered by quickly spinning around and pushing her back against the now closed bedroom door. He held both of her wrists above her head in one of his hands.
He bit back the laughter as he saw the complete look of surprise on her face. "Oh... well... this should be... interesting." She struggled briefly against him, stopping as he moved forward, pressing his body against hers.
His mouth was mere inches from hers. Her breathing quickened slightly and she licked her lips. "So... what, uh... what are you going to do?"
He wanted to laugh and then gently throw her on the bed. But... she seemed to be enjoying this. "If I told you, then where would the suspense be?" His left hand still held her wrists, his right was resting lightly on her hip.
He felt her hips slightly move towards him. He tightened his grip with his right hand and gently pushed her back against the door. "No... don't move."
He licked his lips and gave her a wicked smile. "I said... don't move."
He raised an eyebrow at her. "Am I?"
She searched his eyes for a moment before softly whispering the answer to that simple question. "No..." He smiled at her, then leaned forward and placed a kiss on her throat. "You... expect me... to stand... perfectly still while... you're... touching me..."
He leaned back and grinned at her. "No... I don't expect it... I demand it..."
He saw a flash of fire in her eyes, which was quickly replaced by lust. When she spoke, her tone was lower than before. Yes... she was enjoying this. "You... demand it?"
He hedged for a moment, silently asking her if she was sure she wanted this to continue. Her eyes urged him on. "Yeah... demand." Her chest was rising and falling much more quickly now. His left shoulder was beginning to ache slightly.
"And... what if... I don't... cooperate?"
He chuckled lightly at her. "Well... then... I don't continue."
She willed her eyes to break their gaze with his. It didn't work. "Okay..."
"If I let your hands go, you'll be good?" She nodded slowly. "No moving?" She shook her head gently. He smiled and brushed his lips against hers, momentarily forgetting that he had started this game. She smiled against his lips, knowing that he had broken out of this character he had created. He cleared his throat softly and glanced across the room. "Okay..." His voice was rough. His eyes weren't. "You move... I stop... understand?"
She nodded slowly. "Yes, sir." Calling him 'sir' caught him by surprise. She fought back the grin successfully.
His hand released her wrists, letting her arms fall to her side. He quickly pulled her shirt over her head, allowing his fingers to lovingly caress her skin. His mouth traced her collarbone as he tugged her jeans down over her hips. He took her hand and led her to the foot of the bed where the hope chest always sat.
He swallowed hard, not sure if he could continue this little game much longer. "Turn around." She did as he commanded. "Take them off." She obeyed him, the smile quickly forming on her lips. She heard the familiar sound of his clothes falling to the floor behind her. "Kneel on the chest." Her heart raced and she fought to suppress the moan in her throat.
Slowly, she climbed onto the chest and moved her hands to the footboard of the bed to steady herself. She felt his fingers tenderly caressing her back. Her smile widened. He was having trouble staying in this character. Her body quivered under his touch and her hips shifted slightly back towards him. He inhaled sharply. "I thought... I said... no moving." She grinned. She knew as well as he did that he wouldn't be able to play this completely through. She decided that she would try her best to help him though.
She felt his warm breath on her ass. She whimpered as his tongue traced circles on her flesh. He slowly eased two fingers into her as his tongue gently prodded her anus again. Her body shuddered lightly, causing him to smile. He massaged her inner walls with his fingers, urging her orgasm. She suddenly clenched around him, coating his hand with her fluid. Her moan echoed in the room. His heart leapt.
She felt him stand behind her, moving his soaked fingers around her anus, gently easing the tip of his middle finger in. Her hips bucked backwards against him. "Gil!" He suddenly knew the game was over, he couldn't continue. He wanted to feel her body move against him. "Sara... honey... move up on the bed." She quickly moved over the footboard, whimpering as she pulled herself away from his hands.
He climbed onto the bed and rolled her over onto her back. As soon as she saw his eyes, she knew the game was finished. She smiled as his lips found hers and hungrily feasted upon them. "I'm sorry Sara... I couldn't... ."
Her fingers ran through his hair. "It's okay... I'm not sure... how much longer I could... have gone... either."
His mouth covered her skin, almost desperately... kissing, sucking, and licking her flesh. He quickly made his way down and lifted her legs, placing them on his shoulders. His tongue began a vicious, yet beautiful, attack on her clitoris. Her body immediately began writhing underneath him. Her hands blindly reached for his head, wrapping her fingers in his curls as he slid his finger inside of her.
He quickly removed his finger and gently lifted her hips, sliding his hand underneath her. His middle finger slowly found its way inside of her as he easily slipped his thumb in from the front. She instantly began screaming his name, not caring who, if anyone, heard her. His eyes gazed up at her, making sure she was okay. He had never done this before and he sure as hell didn't want to cause her any pain. From the look on her face, and the reaction of her body to his touches, she wasn't in pain. He smiled as he quickened his strokes into both orifices and increased his pressure on her clitoris.
"God... Gil... damn... oh... you... yeah... um... oh... Gil..."
Despite his state of arousal, he found some humor in her incoherent ramblings. The sensation of her body wildly bucking against him, the sounds of her moans and screams, and the fact that her hands were in his hair pulling him closer to her were beginning to take a toll on him. He wasn't sure that he was going to be able to keep himself from coming with her.
Suddenly, her body shuddered violently and the air rushed from her lungs. He felt her fluids gush out of her and all over him. Somewhere in the deep recesses of her mind, she felt him moan against her, bringing with it another wave of pleasure over her.
He gently pulled from her quivering body after a few moments and slowly eased his way up to her waiting lips. She kissed him passionately and reached for him. His hand caught hers quickly. She broke the kiss and looked into his eyes. "What's... wrong?", she heavily breathed.
He looked at her sheepishly as he began to slowly blush. "I... uh... um... came... when, uh... you did."
She smiled as she wrapped her arms around his neck. "You did?"
He nodded slowly. "I'm sorry..."
She kissed him tenderly. "Don't be... I think it's... sweet."
She nodded as her smile widened. "I am worried about one thing though..."
He questioned her with his eyes.
"Um... is that how EVERYONE is going to pay... if they... whinny at you?"
She laughed loudly as he gently smacked her ass and leaned over to kiss her.
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