He'd promised me he'd tease me, torture me, make me writhe in pleasurable anticipation next time he got his hands on me. He hadn't lied. My back arched up off the bed, I clawed at the sheets, my eyes refused to focus as he moved with slow, steady intent from one part of my body to another.
I can't say I was dissatisfied, I'd certainly cum more times than I could count from the slow steady torture, but I still wanted more. A lot more.
He continued his assault on my body, flicking his tongue across my nipple, and staring me in the eyes, reading my near insane need for more, and he laughed. His hand slid to my knee and rubbed lazy circles along the back of my knee. He moved his hand up my inner thigh, teasing me. I was sure that NOW he'd touch my pussy. I ached for real relief, to feel his dick inside me. Again, he left me frustrated, anticipating something I felt would never come.
His fingers slid to the crease between my ass and thigh, and lightly rubbed his finger from my hip all the way down, frustratingly close to my pussy, only to move again to the other leg and repeat the journey.
I'm so delirious from this sweet torture, I had no concept of time or space. I only knew he moved me almost constantly. Turning me this way and that to facilitate his assault on my body. He would move me to my side, or to my back, so he could better access whatever body part he was relentlessly pleasuring at the moment. He dug his fingers into my flesh as he pulled me this way and that, never still, never giving me any idea of what might come next. He kneaded my right foot, lightly biting the pad of my left foot, and then I feel his tongue at the small of my back, just at the base of my spine, a place that never before had held any erotic significance to me, until then. He found nerve endings I never knew I had, but they were all alive as he moved slowly up my back, skimming his hands, stopping to nip at a spot here, then to kiss a spot just above my collar bone, before he got to the base of my neck where he bit with purpose. Before I could even cry out or gasp from the bit of pain, I felt him pull me to my knees. I felt his dick rubbing along my ass, and I thought that finally, I had been tortured enough, that finally; he'd give me what I craved most. But then, he simply ran his hands from my hips up along my ribs, and then, in torturous circles around my nipples, and then down my stomach, and over to my hip again.
"How much longer?" I gasped. "Please, now?"
