How to Liv by Megan Keith Page B

heart picked up pace at the feel of him, all warmth and hardness as he kissed me firmer than before, biting my bottom lip and then licking it gently.  I tried to do the same to him but he again pulled away, leaning over me and no longer touching.  I tried to move up the bed to finally lie on it properly but he reached down with a steady hand to hold onto my hip, restraining me.
    “Stay there,” he whispered hoarsely then moved to kneel down on the floor, running his hands down my body as he went.  His fingers ran back and forth along the edges of my knickers as I writhed on the bed.  “Don’t move,” he commanded and I instantly stilled. 
    He smirked up at me from between my legs, thoroughly enjoying my torture.  He teased me again by running his fingers along the top inside edge of my knickers but instead of pulling them down like I desperately wanted him to, he pulled them up, the material rubbing against me and instantly soaking.  I groaned with pleasure, as well as disappointment.  Then he kissed me gently over the top of the material, mumbling, “Mmm… so wet.”
    He continued to kiss me lightly, occasionally nudging me with his nose, while holding me firm with his big hands on my thighs.  I tried lifting my body closer to his face to feel more pressure but his hands tightened, forcing my legs against the bed.  I moved my hands to his head, tugging gently on his hair before pushing him closer but he resisted and pulled his mouth away completely.
    “Put your hands above your head.” 
    I jolted at his stern words, but didn’t move my hands from his hair.  He lifted his head, looking up at me in a way that told me if I didn’t do as he said he would not go any further.  So I reluctantly did as I was told, unsure of what would have happened next.  He smirked at me again and my heart went wild in my chest.  I’d never had a lover be so demanding.  I found it strangely arousing.  I cannot remember ever being turned on by being told what to do. 
    “Good.  Now don’t move again unless I tell you.  Okay?”
    He was poised with his mouth right at my entrance, his warm breath against my damp knickers, while his fingers tickled my inner thigh sending me reeling.  He looked at me expectantly and it took me a moment to remember his question, I realised he was actually waiting on my answer.
    “Okay... yes,” I managed to breathe out on a gasp, fighting the urge to move against his mouth.  He pushed my legs together, his fingers running up and down my underwear while he dotted gentle kisses all the way around where I needed him to be, never giving me the satisfaction that I craved.  I started to wonder if his torment was ever going to end.  I was about to beg for him to stop when he grabbed my leg and moved it to the side, forcing my knee to bend.  He placed my foot on the wooden bed end and then slightly moved my other leg in the other direction so that I was spread before him. 
    “I like these,” he said, tugging on my lacy white knickers, “they’re very sexy.”
    I sighed with relief, glad that I’d put on a nice pair on the off chance that we would get this far.  Though I hadn’t realised that he would pay such close attention.  Note to self, Joel likes sexy underwear.  He swiped my knickers to the side.  And he has no intention of taking them off apparently.    I gasped when he finally touched me with his tongue; long, slow licks had me panting loudly.
    He licked me persistently, his tongue continued to quicken and then slow, quicken and slow, bringing me to the edge and then right back down again, over and over.  After a while, I felt my legs start to go weak, forced apart and not allowed to move they began to shake a little.  His hands remained firmly on my thighs, keeping me in place, and I desperately needed them on me, or in me, or something .  He was driving me crazy in a way I had never felt before.  I almost felt like crying at his intense and unrelenting torture.