The height of the bed lets him be at eye level to my breasts, I love that but it leaves me standing there only able to take it. But tonight, I don't want to be just the fly in his web. I don't want to let him win.
This has been going on all evening. The sly smile here and there, the look in his eyes when he thinks he won't be caught, the brushes up against my arm and the whispered promises from behind me at the table offering things he's only now delivering.
Occasionally - not often, but sometimes - sex between us is some kind of power struggle. Who's in control, on top, the tone, the speed. We both have a good time when we fight like this, but both of us like to win for the sake of winning and can tease each other ruthlessly. When the game is on we are a pretty even match overall, each giving as good as we get. Tonight, he thinks he's winning.
I push back on his shoulders to get his attention from my nipple as if I might take it away from him. He lets slip a frustrated growl from low in this throat. I can play too. In response he reaches up to kiss me hard and deep until I'm breathless and weak kneed. He pulls back up the bed like a spider reeling in his catch. I follow him like I have no other choice, I'm crawling up the bed, half beside his body and half over it.
Shit, wait, jeans. Backing off the bed he is already undoing his fly before I get off the edge and pull, letting them slide down. I look up along his body after dropping mine to the floor and standing over the bed, now I feel more in control of this.
I place a hand on the top of his foot and run my thumb up the arch. Turning my hand so the nail scrapes along causes him to gasp and jerk away. When he looks back at me and my devilish expression he knows what I want. He sees now that maybe his teasing all night has pushed me too far. Will I be cruel and torturous in my revenge? Maybe.
"Alright, alright I give up," he says in a fake huff pulling his foot farther away. His smile clearly shows his amusement, he's having fun too. He sits up to stack both pillows together so he is propped up. This is him letting me be on top, letting me win. I can't believe he was so easy.
This time I crawl up the bed very slowly, my hands wandering along his legs. I slide my fingers underneath his knees then up along the outside of both thighs. That makes his eyes close and he drops his head back. I stop just before reaching the tops of his thighs when I hear his breath catch in anticipation. I can wait, can he? My hair follows my hands, drifting and tickling across the length of him from foot to belly. I lay my tongue flat against him and lick from the base to the tip making him growl low and long.
"That's not the way to win this, unless of course that's all you want to win," his eyes are still closed.
My only response is to take his short curly hair in my teeth and tug, not too hard but enough to get a satisfying whimper and a jump from his cock against my chin. I lick his length again causing another twitch.
Crawling up a little farther, I keep one knee between his thighs. He has to be careful not to yank me down onto his chest for self preservation. I did it intentionally, not that I don't want to be laying on top of him, but to remind him that he's given up control. It's only teasing - do I even want to win anymore?
Our lips are connected with our tongues together, his hands following the same rhythm across my back and down my sides. I pull away to present my neck and shoulder for him to kiss and lick and I shiver as he runs his teeth and stubbled chin along my skin.
Pushing up a little farther, he can reach the swell of my chest and turns his cheek between my breasts. From the deepest point between the two he turns into one side and presses his whole face into the soft skin dragging roughly across it until his lips reach my nipple. I groan loudly as he takes it into his mouth and the flat of his tongue glides across it. I can feel it suddenly pucker and stand up into his tongue from the suction. Without releasing it, his mouth opens to let his thumb join in momentarily. The wet thumb strokes across and around the other tip and when his lips release it the breath across both makes them equally hard.
