478 How About A Nap?

He continued to tickle as she squirmed and continued to plead. He finally increased the pressure of his touch a bit more as he ran his fingers around her nipples and areolae. The pleas turned to moans. He continued to slowly increase the intensity of his touch, from lightly rolling her nipples between thumbs and forefingers, to firm pinching and pulling. The level of moans increased at an equal rate.

Finally deciding that his mouth should be in on the fun, he slid down to lay on top of her with his face at tit level. He then started the entire process over using only his tongue, switching between breasts frequently and at random to heighten her frustration. By the time he made it back to her nipples, her pleas and cries were incoherent. He continued his rapid switching between breasts as he alternated flicking the nipple lightly and quickly with his tongue, sucking the entire areola into his mouth and nipping it with his teeth, licking around the nipple in quick circular strokes, and anything else he could think of. After he brought his hands back into play by grasping and gently squeezing her tits to distend her nipples out toward his attentions, he was finally rewarded with what he had been seeking; her moans and gasps increasing into the full body shudder of an orgasm.

Once her shuddering stopped, he leaned back to admire her perfect, flushed orbs, happy in the knowledge that they were, in fact, his idea of perfect, and that he would be having lots of fun with them in the time to come. He then looked up into her eyes, and was a bit shocked at the raw lust shining from her eyes. Apparently her recent orgasm had acted as an appetizer, serving to whet her appetite rather than satisfy it.

He crawled up her until his face was level with hers, gave her a quick peck on the lips, then faking a huge yawn, said, "Well, all this sex has me really tired. How 'bout a nap?"

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She growled, then with surprising strength flipped him over and straddled him. She was about to impale herself on him, but before she could he said, "Just what do you think you are doing?"

The fierce glow in her eyes immediately turned to a look of pleading. "Master, I need you inside me," she whispered hoarsely.

He made a show of giving this some consideration, then of giving in. "Very well, you may ride me..."

Before he could finish, she slammed down him, impaling herself to the hilt. He gasped at the tight wetness engulfing his shaft, and then continued, "But you will hold off my orgasm to coincide with your third consecutive one."

Her eyes widened, she said, "Yes, Jack," and then she started moving over him. As much as he wanted to thrust with her, he decided to let her do the work this time. He laid back, relaxed with his hands behind his head, and watched the show.