1 comments/ 16980 views/ 2 favorites Slow By: historymajor He lifts himself off of her and exits. She protests, "What about you?" He stands up and smiles, "We already did me, remember?" "Oh, yes, but that was so long ago." "Hmm. A whole six hours." "Ages." "Well, perhaps it was a while ago." "And it was so quick." "Are you prepared to remedy that?" She smiles, "Yes. Are you ready to receive it?" He smirks, but raises his eyebrow, confused, "What do you mean?" She sits up and caresses his chest. "Are you ready for whatever I have to give you?" "Uh... sure." She pinches his nipple softly. It hardens immediately. "You trust me?" "Of... course." His member sticks out toward her. She strokes it, softly. "Because you could always back out." "I don't think so. You've, uh, peaked my interest." She smiles and lightly kisses the slit at the tip of his penis. "I can see that." She releases him and moves aside. "Okay, lay down." He obliges her and lays down legs together, as she goes to the closet. She glances back, "Oh, keep your legs apart." He wonders at this. "Apart? Like this?" "Uh huh." She puts on her robe, still open, exposing her dark curling hairs. She pulls off the tie. "Okay, you trust me?" "Yeah." Hesitatingly. "I'm going to tie your legs to the bed." "Really? I didn't think you were into bondage." She wraps the tie around his legs and ties them tightly, but not to hurt. "I'm not. It's for your own protection." "You must be thinking up something amazing." "I don't know. We'll see. I read something that sounded interesting." "You read something? When did you start reading those kinds of books?" She grabs another tie and straddles his waist, but not with a sexual intent. She is simply working. She lifts one arm up to the head of the bed and reaches over, her breast hovering over his face. "I've only read one. And it was a manual." He tried to lick her nipple. Darn, too far. "Pretty kinky one." She ties his hand to the bed post. Firmly, but not rough. "Not really. This is the only thing that mentioned any kind of tying." "And this sounded interesting to you?" She tied his other hand to the other side of the bed. "Kind of interesting for me. Really interesting for you." He tries to lick her again. He succeeds. "Hey!" He smiles, pleased. "I'm intrigued." She opens her robe and rests her body upon his, kissing him lightly on the lips. She whispers, "You should be. It will be fun." She tickles him in his armpit and he flinches, pulling the rope, but his hand is not released. "Hey, there, that's not fair." She smiles and tickles under his other arm, "I said it would be fun." He frowned. "If this is your idea of fun, maybe we'd better stop." She tickled his feet a bit. They jumped, but remained tied. "Isn't this your idea of fun?" "Being tied up and tickled? I don't think so." She nibbled his big toe, then licked it (it was clean enough from the shower earlier, she thought). "Would you like it if it was me tied up?" He thought about that for a second. "Well, I might, if you could be tickled. But you wouldn't enjoy it, so I wouldn't." She looked at him and pouted. "Then what is your idea of fun?" He closed his eyes and sighed. "I think you know." She crawled over his body, barely touching him in various places. "A good book?" She kissed his neck, caressing his skin with her lips. "A comedy?" She rested herself fully on him, her breast on his chest, her belly on his, her opening against his penis. "Oh, yes. I think I do know." She got off the bed and closed her robe. "I have to go to the bathroom." She turned away and glanced back with a smirk, "Now, don't go anywhere..." * * * The first five minutes he tried to keep her in mind... touching him... licking him...to keep himself hard and alert. After a few more minutes, the discomfort of the position was dawning on him. It was okay to be tied up for a little, and the excitement of those first few moments kept him interested. But what do you do when you have an itch on your nose? He tried to turn his head far enough to reach it, but it was impossible. No, this was decidedly uncomfortable. Ten minutes since she left and he was not excited at all. He wanted to call out, but he was afraid to wake the kids... "Hey Daddy, why are you tied on the bed?"..."Daddy's all naked!" Yeah, that would be a pleasure. So he bore his time in silence until she deemed it time to come in. She was fully covered by her robe and smiling. "Did you miss me?" He grunted. There was still the possibility of him enjoying something tonight, so it was better not to complain. "Could you scratch my nose?" "Oh, sure. Right side or left?" "Whatever." She scratched him softly on the right side. At least she smelled fresh. More soap? Probably washed herself off. She does like to be clean. "That's good. Thanks." He shifted. "Could you also loosen the right hand, it's a bit tight." She looked up at the hand. "A bit uncomfortable?" "Yeah. It'd be better if it was a bit looser." "Uh huh. Does it hurt?" "Not really. Just a bit uncomfortable." She moved over to his right side and sat next to him. "No redness. I think it will be fine." "But it is a bit uncomfortable." "But you see, I have a theory..." He groaned out loud, "A theory?" She pushed up her glasses, "Yes, a theory. It has been shown that real pain can dull the sexual experience. And this is especially so for woman who have more pain receptors in their skin than men. But sexual arousal can also dull pain, especially low level pain. For instance, do you feel like you need to go to the bathroom?" Suddenly, a slight urge to pee came to his awareness, "Yeah, actually." "But you did just go before we came in here, about an hour ago?" "Yeah, that's true." "And do you feel any other discomfort?" "Um, my feet are a bit tight. And I think my legs might cramp." She stood up and took off her robe. Her breasts were bouncing, enjoying her flirtiness, but she was not especially inviting. "If you feel any real pain, let me know. But my theory is this," she grabbed some lubrication, poured it liberally and began rubbing it on her hands, between her fingers, "I think that most dull pains and discomforts will actually disappear during sexual arousal. And if one can be sexually aroused enough, then most pain will be lessened to a degree that one doesn't even notice it. That would be my explanation for the success of S and M. What do you think?" His feet began to twitch. "I'm getting nervous here..." She crawled on the bed, her hands out and over him. The lubrication dripped on his chest some. She straddled his belly and faced him, holding her hands up as if she were a surgeon about to have gloves on and take up a scalpel. Lubrication was still dripping on his chest. "Do you trust me?" He cleared his throat. "Well, we've been married for thirteen years and this is the first time you've tied me up and the first time you spoke about S and M... I think I have some room for hesitation." "Trust me—you won't feel a thing. Nothing unpleasant, anyway. Are you ready?" "I don't know..." She smiled and whispered in a serious tone, "You'll really like it. Really." He paused for a moment. Her hands were wet with the lubrication. She held them above his chest as a promise for what was to come. So there was a bit of bondage involved. As long as it didn't actually hurt, he didn't mind so much. Again, this could be interesting. "Okay." She continued to smile and placed her hands on his chest, fingers spread out. Then she moved her hands in circles, allowing the lubrication to spread over his whole chest. She took a fingertip and began exploring around and over his nipples. "This is all preparation. I'm glad you don't have work tomorrow, because this could take a long time." Her movements were pleasant, and it was always a pleasure to see her seated above him, her breasts seeming to float in the air. He wished he could touch them... "I might have to meet someone, briefly. In the morning." She settled down on his chest, allowing her breasts to take up residence upon the oil. But the lubrication only heightened the feel of each pad as she softly rubbed into him, "They can wait until the next day." And he realized that they could. * * * She rubs his chest, playing with his nipples for a bit and then stroking around them again. She is clearly playing, her hands flitting, she bending over to caress him with her breast, then kissing him full on the lips, then licking his cheek. He mentioned occasionally that he is still uncomfortable, but she politely ignored him, stroking his hair. She backs her bottom up occasionally, bumping against his erect penis. Such a bump would usually cause him to lift his pelvis up a bit, hoping to catch himself between her buttocks, but it never works. She lifts herself off of his waist and positions her thighs on either side of his head. While holding onto the back of the bed, she lowers her cleaned vagina to his lips, allowing them to "kiss" him. He takes the opportunity to lick the pink folds of flesh above him. "That's nice," she said, and lowers herself a bit closer to his mouth. His tongue enters into her and explores a bit, slowly. She pushes her waist up a bit, directing his tongue to her clit, which offered her some pleasure. Then she lifted off of him and placed the lips of her mouth on him, wet and rounded and soft. Her tongue explored his and they caressed each other's sensitive mouths. She pulls off of him, slowly, with him reaching his head up to receive more of her. She turns her head. "Well, let's see what we've got here." She turns around without getting up and gently grabs his penis. It as full as it could get—standing as straight as it can (which, given that it has a slight curve, isn't all that straight). He moans when she touches it. "That seems quite good enough to me." She gets up off of him and turns around, setting herself on his fully lubricated middle. She slides twice and says, "Say, that's fun." She slides on his chest back and forth, touching her bottom on his chin, and then resting her pubic curls on his extended member. "Now let's do some real work." She gets the lubrication and again slathers her hands with it, dripping it on his penis and hair. "I want you to listen to me very carefully," she says as she puts her hand on his member, covering it with the lubrication. "I am going to count to ten. Ten is all you get. Then we will stop and I will give you ten again, but a little differently. Faster. Then we stop. And then I give you ten again, alright?" The curiosity got the better of him and so he spoke, "Um, ten what?" She says gently, "Are you paying attention, now?" She placed her hands on him and slowly stroked him up and then down. "One." Her fingers were grasping him softly. "Two." She stroked him up to his tip. "Three." The lubrication slid silkily between her fingers and his flesh. "Four." His excitement was building. "Five." He pushed himself up a bit as if that could give him more. "Six." She slipped and stroked his tip sideways. "Oops. Seven." She stroked his sack with her other hand. "Eight." Up over the tip and then down, slowly sliding. "Nine." Her fingers wrapped all around him. "Ten." And she stopped. He was breathing heavy. It was exhilarating to be touched so and wanted so much more of it. "Don't stop." He pleaded. "That was wonderful." "I'm glad you enjoyed it," she purred. "We'll do it again. Soon." His breathing slowed down. And he pleaded again, "Please, one more time." "Let's do something different. Just slightly, okay?" He nodded. She grasped on him again, at the base of the stiff member, firmly. She quickly rubbed him up and down—"One two three four five six seven eight nine ten." It felt good, but slowed him down somewhat. Almost as if she was doing it wrong... too quickly. But still, the lubrication was thick and he was breathing hard again. She turned her head to look at him. "That felt different, I bet." He nodded. "Still good?" He nodded. He could handle that too. But the first felt so much better. She turned back and started rubbing him slowly again—he moaned loud to show his pleasure. One. "It is really amazing to me how hard your penis gets," she mused. Two. "It is hard to believe (no pun intended) that it is only blood in there." Three. "But I'm really glad for it because otherwise I don't" Four. "think that I would get any pleasure at all." Five. "It's really something pleasant to hold." Six. "I can imagine why women in Victorian times." Seven. "Would be so frightened of it, when they first saw it" Eight. "erect. Imagine only changing your baby brother's diapers when he" Nine. "was little and then on your wedding night" Ten. Stop. "having something like this thrust in you. That would be frightening." One two three four five six seven eight nine ten. She chatted about the kids for a while (One. Two. Three. Four. Five. Six. Seven. Eight. Nine. Ten. Stop.). And she would always pause a bit when she stroked him quickly. (Onetwothreefourfivesixseveneightnineten.) Then she would go on a different subject while she stroked him slowly. What she was doing at work. (One. Two. Three. Four. Five. Six. Seven. Eight. Nine. Ten. Stop. Onetwothreefourfivesixseveneightnineten.) Why her period was running late recently (pun intended). (One. Two. Three. Four. Five. Six. Seven. Eight. Nine. Ten. Stop. Onetwothreefourfivesixseveneightnineten.) Then she began speaking on different subjects—more pertinent to the one at hand (so to speak). "You know, I really like it when you get so excited." One. "It exhilarates me. Turns me on, you know." Two. "Probably nothing excites me so than to see you excited." Three. "But I wouldn't be excited by watching you" Four "look at a porno mag or something and get excited by that." Five. "No, I like you getting excited when you touch ME." Six. "Like tonight. I could feel your excitement even" Seven. "though we weren't touching you at all." Eight. "In the shower. That was nice." She sighed. Nine. "Feeling you excited below me now is also really good." Ten. Stop. "Is that how you feel when I am below you? Do you get thrilled when I go below you?" Onetwothreefourfivesixseveneightnineten. "I guess you do sometimes, but sometimes you don't. Sometimes you get all soft and just fall out." He caught his breath, "Please. This is wonderful. But I want you so bad." She smiled and put more lubrication on her hands. "Yes. I know. Invigorating, isn't it? But I almost never get to talk to you like this where you just listen without responding. I'm really enjoying it. Aren't you?" One. She smiles. "And it feels so good to have you trembling beneath me like this." Two. "I could just lift myself over you and just put you in." Three. "But that would end the whole thing. And it's only" Four. "Two in the morning. Surely you've got a bit more" Six. "stamina than that? I think you can go for another half" Seven. "hour. And it will be an experience that you" Eight. "never forget. Have you ever been this" Nine. "excited? I can't remember you staying hard this long." Ten. Stop. He groans. "You always are hard and then soft and then hard again. Sometimes I feel like you could go longer, but I can't have you on top of me, stopping my breathing for so long." Onetwothreefourfivesixseveneightnineten. He stopped for another breath. "Can't you just let me go? Put me inside you? Please?" "And I also wanted to say that I loved having your tongue in me," One. "But most of the time its really not practical." Two. "I'm just not clean enough. I suppose that" Three. "I could wash myself and then you could do it every" Four. "time. But really, it is nice for a treat, but most of the time" Five. "I'd prefer to just feel you inside me. I'd rather you" Six. "spent more time licking my breasts and stroking me." Seven. "Long backrubs are always nice. " Eight. "After all, women have to be well prepared for sex, don't we?" Nine. "But a man can go just about any time." Ten. "At the drop of a hat. In fact, I bet you are ready to enter me right now, aren't you?" He nods vigorously. Onetwothreefourfivesixseveneightnineten. "I bet you are. But if I just put my mouth on you now..." She lowers her lips to the tip of his penis and he raises his hips to meet her. Her lips touch him and her tongue barely brushes him and she pulls back. "But if I let you just go like that, what would I get? All this energy in you... shouldn't I receive that? I am your wife—I think you owe me something." He was desperate. Even though her smile indicated that she was teasing, he was ready to do anything, if only she would release him. He strained against his bonds. He was fully prepared to break out of his cage and take her in the first way that presented itself to him. He was ready to plunge himself into her from behind or whatever—roughly or not, but quickly and to gain the release. He feared to open his mouth and plead too openly, for he might speak his real desire—a demand for her to fuck him, fuck him fuck him—but he doesn't want to use that kind of language. He has never been crude. So he will accept her hints. "I can get you ready." She broadened her smile. "Oh really, how is that? You seem a bit... tied up at the moment." "Well, you could let me go..." "I don't think that would be such a good idea." One—he moaned, part of pleasure, part of frustration. "If I untied you, I think we both know what would happen." Two. "I would run as fast as I could but it would do me no" Three. "good. You would come up from behind me, grab my waist," Four. "put me on the floor and hold my arms to the floor and push" Five. "my legs apart and then you'd forcibly enter me and push and" Six. "push and I might cry and tell you not to be so rough" Seven. "and you would probably like that and grab onto my breasts" Eight. "and squeeze until they hurt and I would moan under you and ask you to stop" Nine. "And you would go inside of me and collapse on me, deep inside me" Ten. "until I can't breathe and have to push you away from me. And what if you get a taste for treating me rough like that? Then there would be serious trouble." Onetwothreefourfivesixseveneightnineten. "But you are torturing me now," he gasped. His penis was on fire, burning, burning. "Is this so different?" "Oh yes," she purred. "Right now, I could let go of you and promise you that I would place you right inside of me" One. "if you would just do what I say. I could place my nipple in your mouth and tell you to stroke it gently." Two. "I could put my vagina on your mouth and tell you to lick me until I came on your face." Three. "I could rub my breasts over you and listen to you moan underneath me." Four. "I could lay on top of you, kissing your face, put my hands in me and rub myself until I go." Five. "Or I could sit on your chest, with my vagina before your eyes and you could watch me finger myself." Six. "Or I could shave your face until you are as smooth as a baby's bottom and have you lick my thighs." Seven. "Or I could use your leg as a horse, pleasing myself upon it." Eight. "Or I could just sit here, do nothing to you and talk about how you could enter me." Nine. "But I would never hurt you. Never physically harm you." Ten. "Mental torture is different, isn't it?" Onetwothreefourfivesixseveneightnineten. His patience is ended. "This isn't just mental. Please—end it." "But what if our fortunes were reversed? Suppose it was me tied up and you stroking me?" One. "Would you treat me so kindly, if you were so ready to release yourself all over me?" Two. "Wouldn't you just put yourself between my breasts, squeeze them together and release yourself between them?" Three. "Wouldn't you place your tip on my lips and tell me to lick until you were done?" Four. "Wouldn't you enter me and then just release yourself without caring for my needs?" Five. "Wouldn't you enter me and just rest in there, barely moving, telling me that you would only move if I squeezed you?" Six. "Yes, I know how you like that grip I have on you when you have fully entered me." Seven. "And then perhaps you would cause me to keep squeezing until I wore out, and then spend yourself in me?" Eight. "Or would you just untie me," Nine, "And lay down before me..." Ten, "and beg me to do what I am doing right now." Onetwothreefourfivesixseveneightnineten. Slow "So I want you to tell me what you want. What gives you the most pleasure?" She put more lubrication on him and rubbed slow again. "Do you want this?" One, "Or just a wham, bam, thank you maam?" Two. She lays on his penis so that it rested between her breasts and she softly rubs. "Is this what you want?" She strokes him again—Three. "Or endless pleasure." Four. He moans, "Please, finish me, I need you..." Five. "Then you need to tell me." Six. "Tell you what—" he is breathless. Seven. "That this is what you want." Eight. "I want you..." Nine. "You want me to what?" Ten. "I want you to get on top of me and fuck my brains out." She let go of him and got off of him. "Tut, tut, what would the children say, you using language like that?" She got up and faced him. Then she laid herself on top of him with her face over his. He could feel every part of her resting on him as she kissed his face gently. She asked through her kisses, "Do you really want me?" He almost shouted his reply. It was a simple, gentle "yes" that held all of his desire and desperation and frustration and sexual energy. She reached up to his bound hands and stoked them, down to his arms and shoulders. She lowered her mouth to his nipples and chewed on them gently for a moment. Then she got up and her legs were bent on either side of his pelvis. She held onto his penis beneath her, stroking it slowly—"One" she said. And she placed him inside of her. At first, the feeling wasn't any different. Her liquid was surrounding him, she was still in control. But even though tied, he could move his hips up and thrust himself within her. A bit numbed from her persistent embrace over the last hour, he moved with desperation within her, grasping onto her shoulders, forcing himself to push, and push... She stroked his hair and whispered, "Relax..." He slowed down as sweat trickled off of his brow. "You're working too hard. Enjoy yourself." She lay down on top of him, legs still straddling his hips. She placed her arms on either side of him and her breasts floated before him as visions in a dream of paradise. Her hard nipples reached down to his flesh, stroking his chest, then her softness pressed itself against him and he realized she was right. He needed to relax. To enjoy the moment. She was going to give it all to him. Suddenly, her vagina squeezed him squeezed him hard and then stroked up, then down his shaft. He moaned loudly and she smiled. Her pelvic muscles never loosened their grip on him as she slid her whole body over him in a seductive dance of breast and stomach, of hip and cunt. "Come in me," she seductively whispered. "I want to feel you squirt deep within me." On an upstroke, she kissed his lips, licking them. He put out his tongue, but she was gone already, and his penis was deep within her. "I love you to be deep inside me like this. All the time I was stroking you with my hand, I was imagining that it was the folds of my inner flesh covering you, and you were stroking me." He was ready. His pelvis moved up and down, thrusting himself within her. Not in desperation, but with determination, wanting to giver her what she wants, and to meet his own need, faster and faster. She moved with him, saying, "Oh, you feel so good. Yes, just like that..." Their rhythm was in sync, and though they didn't know it, their moans made a rhythm of their own. Then, suddenly, he couldn't hold himself back any more and he pushed hard, gasping, released. She felt his spasm and released herself into orgasm on top of him. And it wasn't long until she rested on him, both of them spent in each other, breathing in each other's breath. Slow He leans against me and I can feel a hot puff of breath against my skin and I whine. "Sir." He lets out a low throaty chuckle, pressing a kiss to the small of my back, dipping the tip of his tongue into my crack and I arch my hips. "SirSirSir, please please please," I beg, words devolving into whimpers. He hums, amused, and nips at a cheek and I gasp. "Such a noisy puppy." I nod eagerly, twisting my neck around to glance at him. "Yes Sir, sorry Sir." He hmmms, patting my thigh. "No need to apologize, puppy. Your Master likes it when his puppy's all noisy." I can feel his hard cock pressing into my leg and I grin. "I can tell, Sir." A laugh and he pulls me into his lap, pressing my face against his crotch. I mouth at the bulge immediately, getting his pants wet with spit and he laughs again, tugging my head up. "Impatient little slut, aren't you? Well, my little slut's going to have wait. I feel like taking things slow tonight." I let out a low whine and nudge at his leg. "Sir." He pushes me gently off him and dips down, licking a long stripe up my body, making a stop to nibble at a cheek, pressing a soft kiss to it and I squirm underneath him. Another nibble and I whine low in my throat, the sensation of teeth maddening. He chuckles, warm breath puffing across my skin and he licks me again, dipping deeper down into my hole, letting out a groan himself. "Mmm, you taste so good, puppy. Gonna lick you all over, gonna turn you over and bury my face against your chest." "Yes yes yes," I mumble into the couch, twisting my head around to look at him, my tongue lolling out eagerly. He laughs. "Such an eager little slut aren't you?" he asks, pulling away, a thin line of drool running down his chin. "An eager wonderful slutpuppy." I nod. "Uh-huh. Yes Sir!" I answer, pressing back against him. He dives back in, running his tongue along my slick walls and I whine, his hands holding my hips down. "Such a needy thing." He pulls out, pressing a soft kiss to the small of my back. "My needy puppy." A pause. "Mmm, you gonna tell your Master what you need, puppy?" I let out a whimper. "Y-yes Sir. I-I need you to-" "To what, puppy?" The words come out in a rush. "F-fuck me please Sir." He laughs, digging his fingertips into my hips. "Not yet, puppy." I whine, arching against his touch and he pulls back, trailing kisses along my thighs. He hums happily, kneeling between my legs and gliding his tongue over my hole. "Silly," he mumbles against my skin. "Sweet puppy," he continues, pressing more kisses against my back, his heavy warm body leaning over mine and I groan as his erection drips precome onto my back. He nips and sucks at my neck, continuing to mutter against my skin. "Gonna mark you puppy, show the whole fucking world you're mine, let them see who you belong to, let them see your Master's mark." I let out a moan as he bites down on my skin and sucks hard. "Yours yours yours, all yours," I babble, hands scrabbling against the couch. "Please please Sir Sir please!" "Want do you want, puppy?" I pause, feeling his hot hard cock pressing against me. "Can can I suck you, Sir?" He chuckles and grins against my skin, lifting up from my bruised neck. "Oh, my puppy wants his mouth full, does he?" I nod eagerly. "Yes Sir!" He nods as well, leaning up and flopping back onto the couch, his erection standing tall and leaking a few more drops of precome onto the couch. "Come on then puppy. Have at it." I dive onto his cock, licking and slurping at his sweaty thighs. He quivers under me, grabbing a handful of hair and yanking me closer to his engorged erection. "Open." I suck on the tip, running my tongue around his warm skin before easing just a little bit more onto my mouth. He shivers, his hand sliding down to my shoulder and squeezing it hard. "P-puppy, oh puppy you're so good at sucking my cock. Such a good little cockslut. Taking more of me into his mouth. And he just loves how I taste, doesn't he?" I nod around him, drool dripping down my chin as I slide even more of him into my mouth, bobbing up and down on his hard shaft. He rocks his hips against me, his hand still fisted in my hair. "Such a good boy, such a good good boy, sucking my hard thick cock like the little cock-hungry slut that you are. And when I come he's going to drink all of it, isn't he?" Another quick rock of his hips and I nod again, my tongue sliding around his length, running over veins, the organ pulsing in my mouth and I hum around him. He jerks up, his toes curling and I can feel him stiffen and then hot salty come fills my mouth, thin lines dribbling out the sides and I swallow greedily, sucking every last drop out of him before he pulls me off shakily. "Good puppy," he whispers, ruffling my hair and sliding a hand down to my throbbing wet slit and he slips a finger in. "And now my puppy gets a treat since he was so patient." I let out a squeak as I feel his finger easily slip in and then he shoves me onto my back, adding anther finger and thrusting lightly. "Mmm, my good puppyboy likes this, doesn't he? He's all wet and soaked and swollen. In fact he's so wet that I can just slide my fingers in and out without needing anything else." I moan and my hips arch up as he continues thrusting into my until I let out a low whine and come, gushing all over his fingers. He pulls out his come-soaked fingers and grins, popping them into his mouth. "Good boy." Slow "So I read a bunch of your stories this weekend," he said.

 She felt the blush creeping over her face.

 Luckily, she was driving so she could focus on the road.

 "And?" she asked.

 "They were good. Really good. You definitely are too good at writing that stuff," he said.

She heard him hesitate at the end of his thought. Oh God, she thought. Was he going to criticize them? She'd be mortified.

 "But...?" she said, bracing herself.

 "But," he said, smiling slightly, "I do have a question, I guess."

 "Ok," she said.

 "Why is it always so fast? Almost never slow," he said.

 Her face felt red again. Hot. 

How the fuck would she answer that?

 "Um. I don't know. I never thought about it. Is it really? I always feel like there's a big buildup, actually," she said.

 "Oh, yeah. There's definitely a lot of tension built up, which is great. But the actual....," he hesitated.

 She held her breath, certain no matter what he said next, she'd find it unbearable.

 "The actual fucking part...it is usually pretty fast," he said.

 Her face was utterly red.

 "I guess I never realized," she said.

 "Besides, fast is subjective," she said.

 "I guess. I was just wondering if I should be insulted," he said.

 She laughed. 

 "Well now you have me thinking about it. I guess it could be a variety of reasons. One being that if I'm writing these stories the right way, I'm feeling everything in the story," she said.

 "Sometimes," she said, embarrassed but continuing, "I even have to take breaks while writing them. You know?" 

His turn to turn a little red.

 "I get you," he said. She smiled.

 "So in that case, when I get to that point, I have to do it fast," she said.

 "Plus, I'm in total control of the story. I'm not at anyone else's mercy as to what they want or want to make me wait for. I can give it to myself exactly how I want it. How I need it," she said.

 "Now, I thought you liked having someone else in control?" he asked.

 "In theory, yes. That is my ideal. But the trick is, the right person has to be in control. I'll only hand it over if someone knows what I want and how to give it to me better than I do," she said.

 "I have a lot of quirks. In general, but especially in the sex department," she said, smiling.

 "Really?" he said, sarcastically. She took her hand off the steering wheel and punched him in the shoulder.

 "What?" he said, laughing.

 "Jerk. But seriously, I think I've only met one man who I gratefully handed over control to. I learned a lot about me, and other things..." she said, trailing off.

 He realized she was remembering something. It made him a little jealous for a second.

 "But if I'm better at it than you are, I'm taking over," she said.

 "That's the general you, of course," he said.

 "Is it?" she said, laughing.

 "Watch it," he said.

 "So what are these quirks you have?" he said.

 "I'm just weird. I'll get enjoyment out of the standard sexual experience, but if someone does things the right way, it takes it to another level. For both of us," she said.

 "Example?" he said.

 They'd reached his house. He waited for a minute.

 "Don't you need to get inside?" she said.

 "Why don't you have a beer with me first," he said.

 She looked at her watch.

 "Come on. Just one," he said.

 "Ok," she said. 

She sat on his back porch steps while he got two beers. He sat down next to her. It was early summer. The night was just beginning to soothe the sun's heat. The street was quiet.

 "So you were saying?" he said, handing her a beer.

 "I was just saying how we can change the subject?" she said.

 "Haha. Not yet," he said.

 "Example, please," he said.

 "Ok," she said, taking a drink.

 "For example, my nipples are insanely sensitive. Like crazy. Like putting on an over the shoulder seatbelt sometimes is irritating because I feel it every second. Play me the right way..you have no idea what could happen," she said.

 "General you, of course," she said.

 "Is it?" he said, laughing.

 "Yes! Anyway, I've had experiences, though, many in fact, where men just look at these," she gestured to her breasts, "as playthings for themselves."

 He conscientiously avoided looking at her chest, but she made it difficult. She wore low cut shirts on a regular basis and her breasts were big. Her current dress had a low cut neckline that looked like it was about to pop. 

So when she gestured, he looked. It was impossible not to.

 "How so?" he said.

 "Like when a guy makes a sloppy grope over or under my shirt in the throes of passion, it is not hot. It's obvious he's doing it to get himself off. Not me. I get more turned on by the seatbelt," she said.

 "I can understand that," he said.

 "So what should he do?" he said.

 "Here, I'll show you. Give me your hand," she said.

 "Now you're giving me lessons?" he said, smiling.

 "A wise man once said a day without learning is a wasted day," she said.

 "True," he said. 

"Of course, a wiser man once said if a girl offers you the chance to feel her up, you don't turn it down," she said.

 He laughed. 

"That was a wise man indeed," he said.

 He put down his bottle and rubbed his hands together to get rid of the condensation. He gave her his right hand.

 "Here's the wrong way," she said.

 She took his open palm and squeezed her hand over his, cupping her breast hard.

 "That's what I expect a 13 year old boy to do the first time he gets near a real boob. Not hot," she said.

 Despite the roughness of the touch, the fact remained that it was the first time either one of them had felt his hand on her like that. They both stopped for a minute.

 His thumb grazed her skin, just above her neckline.

 He pulled away.

 "The right way?" he said.

 She took his hand again in hers, and put it on her breast gently this time, and she guided his fingers to trace the neckline of her long dress. It was so silky soft. Her eyes fluttered a little.

 He moved his thumb out from under her hand, stroking her with his other fingers, his thumb finding her nipple through the thin fabric and gently tracing over it back and forth through her shirt. She took her hand away and put it on the porch behind her. 

The dress was so soft, so silky and addictive. Her cleavage was so close to his fingers. 

Slowly, so slowly, he brought his fingers to her hard nipple and worked it, steadily, gently, slowly, he heard a gasp deep in her throat, and teased the neckline of her dress, pulling at it, not going underneath, teasing her nipple once more, and she pushed his hand away.

 She opened her eyes.

 "Well? Did I pass the test?" he said, picking up his beer again.

 She took a sip of her beer to calm down.

 "You passed the test," she said. She still couldn't look at him.

 He smiled into his beer.

 "One thing I do like about your stories is the kissing — that, you take your time on," he said.

 "Oh yeah?" she said. Her face was still slightly flushed.

 It was quiet for a minute. He was thinking about how soft her dress was.

 "Yes," he said.

 She pulled her leg under her as the fireflies blinked lazily in the twilight. Her knee touched his hand.

 "In fact, I was wondering if you might want to continue your lessons," he said. 

Her eyes fluttered a bit. She still hadn't entirely recovered.

 "Oh yeah?" she said.

 "If you wanted," he said, looking out into the backyard.

 She put her beer down.

 "I suppose I could, if it is purely for the sake of education," she said.

 "Of course," he said.

 "Plus it will show you I'm capable of going slow," she said.

 He turned toward her. 

"Right," he said, smiling.

 She leaned into him, gently, slowly, just touching his lips with hers.

 "The thing is," she whispered, kissing his mouth, "I really like it hard."

 Her tongue found his and she inched closer to him.

 "Hard and fast," she whispered again, pulling away, "they sort of go together, you know what I mean?"

 He ran his fingers into her hair as their tongues slowly teased each other, each unconsciously moving closer, their kiss warmer, deeper. 

As her hands closed behind his neck, he whispered, "I do, but.."

 With his hands sliding around her lower back, he managed to quickly turn her, pull her across him, so with her hands still around his neck, he had her below him, across his lap, romance novel cover style.

 Still kissing her, he whispered, "Hard has nothing to do with fast."

 Moving his hand from under her back to run over her hip and down her leg, sliding easily over the silky dress fabric, he said, "Hard and slow...you should try it sometime."

 And tightening his hand on her hip, he kissed her hard, so hard, she couldn't breathe for a minute, so hard, so slow, his tongue deep in her mouth, wrapped around hers, his hands tightly on her body, her fingers grinding into his shoulders.

 Her hips started to writhe on their own in his lap as she crossed her arms behind his neck to get more of his tongue, his mouth, on and in hers, and he lifted her hips to him to do the same, stroking them with his fingers.

 The silky dress was driving him crazy. His right hand ran up and down the side of her body, down her thigh, circling her knee, back up her inner thigh, feeling her shiver, over her belly, up again, finding her hard nipple through the front of the dress, teasing him, daring him for more. He pulled his mouth from hers, still stroking her, and said, "You can't ever wear this dress around me again."

 Trying to breathe with his hand touching her everywhere, she asked, "Why..why not?"

 "Because I can't keep my hands off you in it," he said.

 She smiled.

 "I could take it off if it would make you feel better?" she said.

 He laughed softly.

 "It would definitely make me feel better," he said, finding her cleavage with this thumb, running it up and down her bare skin, and sliding it under the seam of the neckline of her dress, opening it slowly, excruciatingly slowly.

 "But I doubt it would help me keep my hands off you," he said.

 A light summer rain started.

 "I should go, you should get inside," she said.

 "In a minute," he said.

 His thumb moved up to her collarbone, up to her face and teased her lips, damp now from the rain, and she gasped.

 "What's that about?" he said.

 She bit her lower lip.

 "My lips are ticklish, touching them like that, so sensitive, it drives me crazy," she said.

 He laughed then.

 "If you keep giving me this type of ammunition, I might never run out of ways to torment you," he said.

 "I'm counting on it," she whispered.

 The rain got harder.

 He teased her mouth again with his thumb and she tried to push his hands away.

 Firmly, he caught both her hands and held them together behind her back with one hand, and touched her mouth, her lips with the tip of his thumb again, watching her catch her breath, her teeth chatter, her back arch.

 "Stop! Stop..," she said.

 He let go, and she pulled his mouth to hers again, eager for his tongue in her mouth lifting herself up and turning to straddle him. They were both getting wet. She ran her hands through his damp hair as they licked rain off each others' lips.

 He reached up and, with both hands, pulled the top of her dress and bra open easily, letting her get wet with the rain, working her wet nipples with his fingers, and she dug her nails into his shoulders, head back, his hands pulling her to his mouth, working her nipple with his tongue, licking it, getting it wetter, harder. 

 He pulled back and pulled her mouth down on his again, whispering.

 "How's that? Is that the right way?" he said.

 "Oh yeah...yeah," she said.

 Her silky dress, her wet, soft, slippery skin, he knew he was done. She wasn't going anywhere.

 Her hips rocked in his lap, feeling his dick hard under her, and felt his hands on her, everywhere. Her nipples were like rocks, wet from the rain, wet from his tongue, his mouth, and finally he pushed her back. 

"Come on," he said, and pulled her to her feet, and into the house. 

They had just gotten inside the door, when he grabbed her and lifted her onto the kitchen counter.

 "See, if this was one of your stories," he said, his hands under her dress, pushing it up, up, over her knees, to her hips, and sliding himself between them.

 "If this was one of your stories, I'd be fucking you right here, fast," he said into her mouth, her fingers always in his hair.

 She tasted his mouth again, and whispered back, "No, that's not what would happen."

 She slid off the counter and dropped to her knees in front of him.

 "If this was one of my stories, this is what would happen next," she said.

 Her hair was wet and wavy from the rain and his hands were tight in it as he felt her opening his pants, pulling them down, away, and finding his hard dick.

 Her pussy was already soaked and got only wetter from the feel of his hard dick in her hands, and he heard her sigh with utter and complete lust. She gently reached out to taste the tip of his dick with her tongue.

 He wanted slow, he was going to get it.

 She felt his body weaken, his knees weaken as she slid him slowly, slowly into her mouth.

 He moved to lean against the kitchen counter, still stroking her hair, pulling it slightly, as he felt his hard dick deep in her hot, wet mouth, her hungry tongue teasing it, running back and forth under it, never stopping as she slowly slid him in and out of her mouth.

 Her hands stroked his dick, finding his balls and gently holding them in her hands, cupping them, stroking them, sucking his dick gently into her mouth, holding it in her hands as she worked the tip in circles, circles, circles, tasting him, salty, delicious to her.

 Spinning her tongue around him as she slowly, evenly, paced herself, working him in, and out of her mouth, his hands left her hair and moved to her shoulders, pushing the dress again off her shoulders so he could watch her nipples poking over her dress.

 But it was her face he was hypnotized by, her eyes fluttering, totally consumed with sucking his dick. Stroking it, licking it, working it, a little faster, her tongue twisting around it toying with it, and then circling the tip, circling, circling, while his mind willed her to take it in her mouth again, and just when he couldn't' wait, she would, tongue moving back and forth, back and forth, under it with every time she swallowed him again.

 Her sighs were killing him, and he wanted it more. Wanted it.

...."Faster" he whispered.

 He couldn't help it.

 She smiled, her eyes fluttering open, and with her hand keeping him hard, keeping him going, working him up and down, she said, "What about slow?"

 "Fuck slow," he said. His knees were shaking.

 "You're sure," she said.

"Do it," he could barely say.

 Again, her mouth found his dick. Because she was waiting for that. All she wanted was to see him come, feel him come, make him come, taste it.

 She licked him and sucked him and worked him into her mouth, finding just the right rhythm. He bit his lip, glad she couldn't see it, his white knuckled grip on the counter backwards getting painful. 

Faster, even, in, and out, in and out, of her wet mouth, her merciless tongue, her teasing fingers, hands, faster, faster. It was close. She could feel him trembling, Feel him getting hard as a rock. Feel him tasting saltier, slippery. Feel it coming. Coming. Oh yeah, it was coming.

 Just as she knew he was close, she attacked his dick with a feverish, frantic, pace, fast, hard, deep, faster, faster, faster, down her throat, and it was so wet, and so hot, his hands tight in her hair, holding on, and as he came he brought his fist down on the kitchen counter that felt hard enough to rattle the whole room, including them.

 And like it was her life, she held on, gently sucking him empty, clean, deliciously working him until he was utterly spent, and he pulled her up from her knees.

 "Holy fuck," he said.

 "So much for slow," she smirked.

 "Watch it," he said.

He took her by the hand and led her to his bed.

 "This is the slow I was talking about anyway," he said, pulling her dress over her head, gently pushing her back onto the bed.

 He kissed her as she opened the buttons of his shirt, and slowly kissing, pulling at clothes until they were both naked, under covers, she felt his dick hard against her again, his hands teasing her lips, running down her sides as she wrapped her legs around his hips.

He could feel her soaking wet pussy against his dick. It was so hot. And he knew if he didn't do something she'd win her fast argument once again, so he pushed body back, as her mouth tried to find his dick again.

 "No, wait," he said, but she found it, and he found her pussy with his fingers, as she kneeled over him sideways, he opened her, throwing her off, and she tried to swallow his dick again, but her sighs as he slowly slid his fingers inside her, and her knees buckled, and she fell gently back to yield to him, laying next to her, her legs opening more, more.

 She was so wet, she was hot and dripping wet, and he pushed his fingers into her wet, hot, flushed pussy, deeper, deeper, her hips rocking to meet him, sliding out again, watching her eyes, as they fluttered, fluttered.

 In, and out, his wet fingers opened her, teasing her clit, back inside, and he could feel her shuddering deep inside, her fingers tight in his back, sighing turning into moaning, moaning turning into rasping.

 "Now?" he whispered.

 "Faster..." she said.

 "It's better this way," he whispered.

 Sliding his fingers just a little faster, in and out, feeling his dick hard against her thigh, her legs opening more, exploring her, getting a rhythm just right. In and out. In and out.

 "That's it, that's it," she sighed.

 "That's good?" he said.

"Oh yeah, fuck yeah," she said.

 "I want you to fucking come when I count backwards from five," he said.

 "Don't say that," she said.

 "You'll do what I fucking say," he said.

 "No no no no," she said.

 "Five," he said, his fingers a little faster, even, in, and out.

 "Four," so deep. She was so wet.

 "Three." She couldn't breathe. She bit into her fist.

 "Two. Get ready" he whispered.

 And at one, fast, in and out, in and out, faster, harder, and she came, a ragged, screaming, moaning, clawing at his back, and it kept going, and going, more, and more, until at last, she was still, with slow, shuddering breaths. 

 He took her mouth with his again, and moved over her, sliding his hips between her legs, their kisses warm and wet, deep, tongues tied together. Her arms were around his neck, her pussy against his dick, wet and hard friction against her raw and sensitive clit, his hands stroking her back, her nipples against his chest, 

Her mouth moved to his ear, working it with her tongue, her teeth.

 "I always knew it would be like this," she whispered.

 His eyes were closed.

"Me too," he whispered.

 He leaned down to lick her nipple and back up to her mouth, her neck, her fingers in his back, her legs tightly around him, his dick sliding against her wet pussy, rubbing together, she was so open, he was so hard, and without even trying, in one motion, he slowly slid into her, so deep, so hot, so wet, and the sensation was so overwhelming that for a minute both of them froze, couldn't speak, couldn't move.

 And then she whispered.

 "Oh...yeah..." 

And then he moved. He moved right. Slowly sliding himself out, and then in, her legs open, sighing, he wanted this. He wanted her. 

And fuck, did he want to go fast.

But he didn't.

 Slow He didn't just want to go fast for him. He wanted to go fast to make her scream. He knew if he fucked her senseless right now she'd be an orgasmic mess in five minutes.

 But that was too easy.

 Slowly, the friction killing both of them, he slid in.

And out.

And in. And out. 

She shook. She sighed. He whispered things to her.

She begged him to go faster.

He wouldn't.

 The orgasm building inside both of them was immense. Intense. Larger than life.

Faster...please

No.

She moved over him and he was on his back.. but she didn't go faster either.

 She was into it now, slowly grinding her pussy up and down on his dick, her hips writhing up, and down, so deep, so hot, up and down.

Slow.

 He pushed over onto her knees and pulled her up, to slide slowly into her from behind, the perfect rhythm, sliding in and out of her, deeper this way, tightly gripping her hips in an almost painful way, he started to go a little faster.

 He knew once he gave into it, it was going to be too easy.

 He pushed her back on the bed, pulling out of her despite her protests, and moved his mouth over her nipples, down, and moved between her legs.

 "No," she said.

"Yes,' he said.

 "No, don't," she said.

 But it was too late, as his tongue found her clit, and worked it, gently easing it between his teeth, his wet, hot, rough tongue lapping at her aching clit, her hips writhing, he licked her pussy, and she slipped into somewhere else, another universe, another place, floating in the sky, he sucked and licked her pussy, fucking her with his tongue, licking her, opening her wider, finding her again with his fingers, working her clit with his tongue, and just as she was about to come, he moved up again.

 This time, he stood at the bed, and roughly pulled her by her hips to the end.

 "Fast now?" she gasped.

 "Fast now," he said.

 And he thrust inside her with all of his strength, in and out, and in and out, fast, faster, and she came in seconds, and kept coming, riding it, harder, faster, and he was almost there, it was too much, watching her, listening to her, her pussy hot and tight around him, so wet, wetter than he'd ever felt before.

 "Come for me," she whispered, her eyes wild, "come for me, because you like it fast," she said.

He stopped and pulled her up. "Oh, I like it slow," he said, looking her right in her eyes, an inch apart, whispering into her mouth.

 Taking her face tightly in his hand, his eyes were so hot she almost came from their stare. 

 "But you. Bad girls like you? They need to be fucked hard," he said. 

And pushing her back roughly onto the bed, he fucked her until he came, riding hers out, fucking her until they were both finished.

 He wrapped his arms around her from behind and they were motionless for a bit, just breathing softly.

 After a while, she got up and put on his white-buttoned shirt, and started looking around his room for something.

 "Can I help you?" he said, smiling, leaning on his elbow.

 Still with her back to him, she found what she was looking for.

 "Yes, you can," she said.

 She came back to the bed with her hands behind her back.

 "I thought we might do my story next, unless you're too tired," she said.

 He laughed.

 "I am not too tired. What's it about?" he said, waiting for her to reveal what he expected to be some romantic prop. 

She pulled a belt from behind her back, and doubled it, yanking it closed with a smack.

 She pressed it into his hand.

 "I'll give you one guess," she said, and he laughed.

 The smack of his open hand on her ass was anything but slow.