He’s driving me mad. His kisses all over my body drive me crazy. He leaves a trail of fire behind wherever his mouth touches me, and he strategically avoids all my sexual areas so that I’m writhing with anticipation. The denial frustrates me, just as much as it turns me on.

I know he wants me. I can feel him, hard against my body when he presses himself against me. He wants me just as much as I want him, but he’s drawing it out. I can feel the love and the affection that he’s feeling with all the attention he’s paying me. At first, it was great to feel so loved. It was great to be treated like that, like he’d heard what I said and took it to heart.

Now, it’s just torture.

“Please, Keagan,” I beg for the third time. “I really need you to fuck me.”

He looks up at me, and his eyes are full of things I can’t decipher right now. I’m too horny. He smiles at me, and I don’t know if he’s going to torture me further or give me what I want.

I’m on my back again. He’s kissed every inch of my body except the parts that are aching for attention now.

Keagan runs his hands over my body, and it’s like my nerve endings are on fire. Every touch makes me shiver. I want him that badly. My lust, my eagerness for his body, curls inside me, and I need a release to ease of the tension that I’ve been dealing with the for the past three days.

His hands slide over my thighs, and I open my legs for him, putting myself on display, showing him what I want. I’m wet. I can feel it, and I know that he can see it when he looks down at my pussy because his eyes become dark with that hunger that fills men’s eyes when they look at a woman and they know for sure what’s going to happen. He dips his head, and I hold my breath, almost too nervous to hope for something more than the torture he’s been handing out.

Keagan closes his lips on my pussy, and I shiver. He sticks out his tongue and licks down the length of my slit and back up as if he’s tasting me. I can smell my own scent. I’m that aroused. I know that it must be driving him crazy, but he’s in absolute control today.

When he flicks his tongue over my clit, my body jerks and I moan. This is what I was waiting for. Keagan flicks his tongue back and forth a few times before he closes his lips over my clit and sucks.

I cry out. The sensation is so erotic, so charged with pleasure, and my body drinks it in after being made to wait so long for it. An orgasm builds almost immediately. I close my thighs around his head a little to keep him in place and buck my hips, mashing myself against his face, my body begging for more.

When he decides it’s enough, he stops. My body aches for him, and I don’t want him to stop, but Keagan rolls onto his back, next to me, and I climb onto him, straddling his hips with my legs. His cock is thick and hard along his lower stomach. I stroke it with the tips of my fingers, bend down, and suck on him once or twice to lube him up. Then I lean forward and guide him to my entrance.

The tip presses in, and I groan. Release from the intense horniness is finally on the horizon. Before I can sit down on him, he pushes down on the bed and moves away from me again, his thick flesh flopping back onto his stomach.

I pull a face at him, and he grins at me. I want him so badly, and he knows it, but he insists on making it hard for me to have him. He’s teasing me.

He rubs his hands over my arms, my stomach, and over my breasts. He tugs at my nipples, and I sigh in frustration.

“Okay,” he says and nods.

I reach for him and position myself onto him again, guiding him to my entrance. I need to fuck him. When I start sliding down, his cock pushing into me, Keagan pulls me forward by my shoulders, and he can’t slide in any deeper. I’m about to cry out in frustration at his tactics to stop me from doing it.

He holds me in this angle and moves his hips forward and back, so that his tip slips in and out of me. It’s great. Just enough to make me want him more, but not nearly enough to be satisfying.

“Give me more, baby,” I say.

He grins when I call him a pet name. Until now, I’ve only called him by his real name.

“I like it when you beg,” he says. “Do it some more.”

I narrow my eyes at him. I know he likes it when I beg, and usually I don’t want to, but I’m aching for him, and I need him in a bad way.

“Please, let me fuck you,” I say. “I need you so badly.”

He smiles. His eyes are dark, the pupils dilated, and his grin is satisfied.

“I like your dirty mouth when we do this,” he says.

I smile at him. “For all the things you like about me, you don’t show it very well by denying me. Please, just give it to me.”

His grin widens, and I know I’m giving him what he wants. It’s endearing to see him this pleased, and I’m willing to give him what he wants from time to time. I smile at him, too.

He nods slowly, and I think I’m finally allowed to move things forward. I sit down on him slowly, to test the waters. He doesn’t stop me or pull me back, and he sinks into me until he’s deep inside of me. I groan. I will never get used to the orgasmic feel of him inside of me from the very moment he enters me. I close my eyes and move my hips from side to side a little, getting used to the feel of him. I lean forward and kiss him.

Keagan wraps his arms around my back, pinning my arms to my sides, and he starts bucking his hips underneath me, slamming his cock into my pussy. I cry out as he nails me hard from beneath me, and I drop my head onto his chest and let him take me like that. He fucks me like this for a while, holding me in place, completely in control, even though I’m on top of him.

I don’t mind. The feeling takes over, and I can’t think straight. I’m focused only on the sensation of being fucked, of his cock sliding in and out of me, of my body responding by clamping down on him, and the beautiful feeling of an orgasm building.

But I don’t want to come. Not yet. And I know that he won’t let me. He likes to draw it out. I’m starting to be able to read him.

Just as I think it, he stops. I sit up, breathing hard from the sensations. He’s breathing hard, too, from exertion. His eyes are bright, and he flashes a lopsided grin at me. He’s proud of himself, of the torture.

I smile back at him. Two can play at this game.

I move my hips, bucking them back and forth a bit. He closes his eyes. I push myself up on my knees so that his tip is inside me and nothing more. When he opens his eyes, he must see my expression because he smiles again.

“I’m driving, now,” I say.

I slide back down his cock, very slowly. As soon as he reaches my cervical wall, I push myself up again and pull him out. I carry on doing this, moving up and down his cock so slowly it’s torture, even for me. But the look on his face says it all.

The hunger in his eyes grows, and his lips are parted. He’s breathing hard. His hands are on my hips, and he’s trying to push me down farther onto his cock, but I won’t let him.

Of course, if he really wanted to, he could. But it’s a game, and he knows it’s my turn to play it.

Keagan groans when I keep up my slow pace, driving him crazy with my body the same way he did for me. I like it when he’s going crazy the way he is now, even better when it’s because of me and not just his own lust.

I lean down while I slowly ride his cock, and my breasts are close to his face. He lifts his head and takes a nipple into his mouth. I close my eyes. I’m balanced for a moment between his lips and his cock, and I want to ride him harder and faster, but I’m going to draw this out for as long as I can.

I pull away so that he can’t suck on my nipple anymore. He reaches for my breasts, but I wrap my fingers around his wrist as far as I can and gently put his hands on either side of his head. I’m not nearly strong enough to pin him down, of course, but he gets the hint, and he plays along. Even though we both know I’m not exactly strong enough to overpower him, the gesture grows the hunger in his eyes, and I like that he’s at my mercy.

His face makes it all worth it. He lies stretched out on the bed, his arms up by his head, and his eyes full of desire. I’m on his cock, sliding up and down slowly, and I can’t think of a better way to do makeup sex after we haven’t spoken for three days. When I walked away from him, I didn’t know if we were going to fix it. I didn’t know if I’d made a mistake by agreeing to be with him, by agreeing to go public so quickly.

Now, I think I’ve made the right choice. Everyone makes mistakes, including Keagan, and I don’t think this will be our last fight. But if we can kiss and make up, or fuck and make up, as the case may be, then we can get through anything.

“You’re driving me crazy,” Keagan says.

I smile. “I like it when you beg,” I say, throwing his own words back at him.

He smiles. “I see what you did there.”

“Other than you?”

I stick my tongue out at him. He pulls his hand away, proof that I wasn’t holding him down at all, and he grabs me behind the neck, pulling me down to him. He kisses me hard, his tongue entering my mouth, and he tastes me, his tongue searching, exploring. His kiss is urgent. His other arm snakes around my waist, but I know what he’s going to do, and I stop him, pushing his arm away. Again, he can do it if he wants to. I can’t stop him with what little strength I have compared to his. But he plays along and groans.

“How long are you going to keep doing this?” he asks.

I shrug. “Until we’re even.”

We kiss again, but this time, I’m in control. I lick his lips. When he leans up to kiss me, I pull back just enough for our lips to keep touching but nothing more, nothing satisfying. When he sticks out his tongue to lick me, I pull back as well. He can’t have any more than I’m giving him.

“This is terrible!” he cries out.

I smile. “Just beg me, baby.”

He shakes his head, a smile on his lips. “I want you to fuck me,” he groans.

His mouth is smiling, but his eyes are hungry, and his voice doesn’t sound like he’s joking when he speaks. It’s a throaty sound, thick with need, and I can feel how badly he wants me with the way he speaks the words.

I lean down and kiss him again.