We face off, both breathless and laughing from our wrestling and tickling exertions. Kneeling opposite you on the bed, I look for a good opening to pounce. Opting, perhaps unwisely, for the head-on approach, I lunge and dig my fingers into your sides, tickling you as hard as I can. For a moment, I think I have you as you double over, laughing and trying to evade my tickling grasp. But before I can push my advantage, you're launching a counter-attack, one of your hands tickling me in the ribs while the other grasps my forearm, catching me off balance and pulling me onto my side. Trapping one of my arms beneath your body, you mercilessly tickle my side and hip and armpit while I struggle with helpless mirth, trying to fend you off and escape at the same time. I manage to drag my arm free and for a few moments we struggle, each trying to pin the other and tickle everywhere within reach but you roll on top of me, holding me with your weight while you chase my flailing arms, pinning first one wrist above my head, then the other. When I try to throw you off, you lock your feet around my ankles so that my body is stretched taut and completely pinned beneath you.
I writhe futilely, at rather a loss as to how I ended up in this position so quickly. Looking into my eyes and obviously enjoying my mutinous expression and unsuccessful escape attempts, you grin wickedly and shift your grip so that both of my wrists are trapped in one of your hands, leaving the other free to torment me at leisure.
"Let me go!"
"Not a chance"
Your free hand maddeningly works over the incredibly ticklish skin of my armpit and then proceeds to wander down my side, prodding and tickling as I convulse with helpless laughter. You give me a break and look down at me, smiling, as I catch my breath and glare.
"Now...have we learned our lesson?"
I can't bring myself to give up so easily, and your taunt only provokes me into a fresh bout of twisting and squirming.
"I take it that's a no? Too bad for you...."
You tighten your grip on my wrists and grind down against me, stifling my struggles, but you don't resume tickling. Instead, your free hand caresses my straining bare arms and moves down to run over my side, lingering slightly at the exposed skin at my waist and over the curve of my hip where my singlet has ridden up. You are staring intently into my eyes and I am suddenly very aware of your body pressed against me, and of your face only inches away from mine. I turn my head slightly and break the eye contact, trying to hide what I'm feeling, but your hand moves up, caressing the sensitive skin of my neck and gently but firmly turning my face back towards you.
Our eyes lock again, and this time I couldn't look away if I wanted to. Involuntarily, my lips part. I shift beneath you a little, and flex my arms, but now more for the pleasure of feeling your weight on my body, and the thrill of your physical power over me. As if sensing this, you continue to hold me pinned and move your lips to brush against mine, testing my response. We stay like this for a few moments, delicately exploring each other's lips, holding back, and then simultaneously moving fiercely into the kiss. I'm unaware of time passing as we kiss passionately as if to devour each other, our tongues first just lightly touching then tangling, exploring....
A little moan of disappointment escapes me when you break the kiss, shifting the weight of your torso off me to rest on your elbow, and slackening your grip on my wrists. Your voice brings me back a little from my sensual daze.
"Do you still want me to let you go?"
We both know that it is a rhetorical question, but the slight taunt in your voice combined with your obvious satisfaction at my arousal, and the desire in your eyes, only serve to excite me further. As you release my aching wrists, I twine my arms around your neck and try to draw you back down to me but you resist, smiling, and grasp the hem of my singlet, slowly peeling it up to rest just below my breasts. Longing to feel your skin against me, I begin to slide your t-shirt up and you help me to pull it over your head. I trail my fingers down your bare chest and then over your shoulders and down your back, using my fingernails and enjoying your soft moan of pleasure. Your hands return to my singlet, drawing it up and exposing my breasts to your gaze and your touch. For a few moments, you gently stroke and massage them, simply feeling their weight and texture but not touching the nipples. I arch my back slightly, trying to entice you. Finally, holding my gaze, you draw a light circle with your fingertip around first one nipple, then the other, making me gasp. I lie quivering while you continue to tease my nipples, watching them hardening, your fingertips drawing ever closer to the ultra-sensitive tips. You look intently into my eyes when you lightly pinch them, making me cry out with pleasure and dig my fingernails reflexively into your back as I feel the sensation tingling from my nipples to my clit.
At some point during our earlier struggles, I have twisted my legs free only to succeed in allowing your hips to rest firmly between my parted thighs. Now as I writhe with delight at your touch, I become fully aware of the hard, intimate pressure of your erection against my pussy. I grind against you deliberately, making you gasp and enjoying the sound and the sensation of rubbing my throbbing clit. In a swift move, you grasp my shoulders and shift our positions so that you are leaning propped against the pillows, and I come to rest facing you and straddling your lap. You strip off my singlet completely and run your hands all over my naked torso while I caress your chest and arms and shoulders. Your hands slip easily under the waistband of my pyjama bottoms to squeeze the bare cheeks of my arse, holding me firmly and grinding me down against your erection, making us both moan. The next moment, your hands are at my breasts again, flicking at the hard little buds of my nipples and causing me to whimper and squirm.
"You like that, hmmm? Would you like me to lick them?"
