She’s driving me up the wall because she’s doing to me exactly what I’ve done to her. It’s the ultimate lesson in do unto others what you want them to do to you. I’m writhing beneath her, eager to take her, but she’s telling me not to, and I won’t do it. I like this game we’re playing.

Now that we’ve kissed and made up, Dana is herself again, warm and beautiful, kind and gentle. And she’s fun, too. Until now, I’ve called all the shots in our sex life, but I think I’ll let her choose what we do sometimes. She knows just how to get me horny as hell, and then not to give it to me. She knows how to drive me insane.

She won’t just ride me like she normally does. She’s teasing me. A big part of me wants in, but a part of me wants her to keep the control like this. I want to see how far she draws it out. The torture, although it makes me so horny it’s almost painful, is delicious.

I only let her carry on for a short while longer because I can’t bear any more than that. I put my arms around her back and pull her forward again, putting herself at an angle and me in control.

I shove my cock into her deep, and she cries out. I fuck her hard for one, two, three strokes, enough to get the urge back under control, before I pull back again, and we play the torture game again. I can keep doing this all day. I’m delighted to know that she can, too.

My tip is inside her, and she writhes, aching for more. I buck my hips, fucking her with only the tip, and I know it’s driving her crazy. Her face is pulled into that mask of erotic ecstasy, but she’s biting her lower lip, her brows are furrowed, and if I didn’t know better, I would have said there was pain, too. But it’s not pain. Its desperation born from pleasure denial. It’s my favorite kind of pain because it doesn’t hurt at all, but it makes her beg and beg.

I look up at her, and I’m frozen in time. It feels like it’s been forever since Dana and I first fucked on the floor in her old apartment. Since then, so much has happened between us. We’ve been through a lot, mind-blowing sex, getting closer, going public, and fighting. When she got out of my car, I wasn’t sure where we stood. I thought that maybe going public was all for nothing. But now that she told me she loves me the same way I love her, I have hope that we can have a future together.

She’s on top of me, and she’s all mine. I like that. And the world knows it, now. It’s not always going to be easy. There are times that we’re going to fight, that she’s going to be furious with me again, or that the pressure of our relationship being public is going to get to us.

But as I look up at her now, I know that it’s what I want. Dana is beautiful, not just on the outside, but inside, too. She is the perfect woman, and I have her all to myself.

I slide my hands down her arms until her hands are in mine and interlink our fingers. Her eyes open, and she looks at me with a mixture of pleasure and adoration on her face.

“I love you,” I say.

I don’t usually say it during sex. It always makes me feel like I’m saying it because of the sex, then. Or at least, it used to. With Dana, it feels different. It feels like the sex is a byproduct of what I feel for her.

A fucking fantastic byproduct, at that.

Dana smiles at me. “I love you,” she breathes. Her voice is husky, full of desire, and I love the sound of it when it gets like this. I grin at her.

I push myself into her again, and she gasps. She wasn’t expecting it. I pull out all the way, this time not even my tip is inside of her now. I let go of one hand and grab my dick with my own hand, guiding it to her pussy. But I don’t push into her entrance again. Instead, I rub the head against her clit, using it as an oversized finger to circle the small little nub.

Dana closes her eyes and moans. I can tell by her face what it feels like. I keep circling her clit and running my head up and down her slit, hovering at her entrance as a tease before I return to her clit. She wiggles around, moving her hips, trying to concentrate the feeling either on her clit or to get my cock back inside of her. I chuckle at her efforts. It’s beautiful.

“You’re doing this on purpose,” she accuses me of the obvious. “Please, just give it to me already.”

I smile, and I keep at what I’m doing. I don’t do as she asks. I want her to really want me. I want her to want me so much that she’s the one that ends up taking me. It’s not about control or anything. I just want her to build up so much desperation that when she lets loose, it will be fantastic.

Her mouth is open and her lips are parted like the attention to her clit might be bringing on an orgasm. But I move away my cock every time her face looks like that, denying her what she craves. She moans in protest and moves her hips, but she’s riding nothing but air.

When she opens her eyes again, her pupils are large, and her expression has changed from desperation to determination. She only lets me play with her a little longer before she takes control.

She leans forward, pushes my hand away, and wraps her fingers around my cock. She positions it at her entrance and sits down on me so that I slide in all the way to the hilt. She moans when I’m inside of her, and the sensation draws a groan out of me as well. She gasps, frozen for a moment, taking in the feel, and then she starts moving her hips.

She starts bucking her hips back and forth, riding me. Her pussy slides over my cock, and I’m moving in and out, in and out. She picks up the pace and fucks me harder and harder so that pleasure overwhelms me. I put my hands on her thighs and just look at her, riding me, taking control.

Pleasure courses though me, making me forget everything but Dana and what she’s doing on top of me. Her knees rub against the cover on the bed, and her breasts jiggle, but she’s relentless and doesn’t slow down her pace.

She leans forward, and the intensity increases, the friction building. Her breasts are close to my face, and I take a nipple into my mouth and suck on it. I put my hand on that breast to keep my mouth on her while she’s rocking back and forth. She moans and gasps when I suck on her.

I don’t do it for very long. She slows down her pace a little for me to do it, and I don’t want her to slow down. I want her to keep fucking me. I can feel an orgasm building, and I want her to see it through to the end.

Her body starts twitching on mine, her walls clamping down on me, and I know she’s getting closer, too. I hold out for a while. I want to come when she does and release when she orgasms. When we come together, it’s so much more intense. It feels like we’re connected, even in a way that sex alone can’t do for us, and I want that with her again. It’s happened before, and I want it to be like that every time we finish. Of course, we’ll get there. Practice makes perfect, and I’m willing to put in the hours.

Dana falters a little, her pace slowing. She’s getting tired, and I don’t blame her. She leans forward, and I wrap my arms around her back, hugging to my chest. I pump my hips into her again from beneath, fucking her hard as she lies on top of me. She cries out and gasps in my ear.

Her hot breath is on my neck, her hair feathers on my shoulder, and she’s gasping and shuddering, her whole body responding to my cock in shivers and a series of twitches. She’s close to coming. I can hear it in her breathing. I’m getting closer, too. My balls are tight, ready to explode.

When I can’t hold it back any longer, I release inside of her with a cry. I push my hips up, ramming into her as far as I’ll go, and my cock spasm and jerks, emptying my load inside of her. I groan, and I don’t know which part of my orgasm kickstarts her own, but Dana tumbles into the abyss with me and she cries out.

Her cry is a lot sharper and louder than mine, and I feel her walls clamp down on me and convulse and contract around my cock, milking me. Waves of pleasure wash through my body, and it feels like I keep coming and coming. Her orgasm is drawn out as well, and she shudders on me, her skin riddled with goosebumps, her breathing shallow in my ear.

Finally, the orgasm starts to fade. My cock stops twitching, and slowly, Dana grows still on top of me, too. We’re both breathing hard, our chests tight against each other, and my heart beat drums against hers. Our skin is slick with sweat. Dana lifts her head and looks at me with a sated smile. I grin back at her.

“That was fantastic,” she says in a hoarse voice, like the screaming and moaning had taken away her voice.

I put my hand on her cheek, tracing her profile with my fingertips, and I nod. It was great for me, too.

Dana lies down on me again, and she’s curled over my body, my cock still inside of her. She tucks her arms in, and we lie together like that for a bit.

“We should probably get dressed,” she says.

Just as she does, we hear a car outside and doors slamming.

“Definitely,” I say.

Susan and my dad are back, and I don’t want them walking in on their two kids having sex in their spare bedroom.

Dana rolls off me, and when she climbs off me, we both whimper a little. She searches for her clothes. I pull on mine. When I’m dressed, she turns to me and fixes my collar. I smile and kiss her before we straighten the cover on the bed and hurry to the living room.

We sit down on the couch as if we’d been talking there the whole time, just as the front door opens, and Susan walks in first.

She looks surprised to see me, and then she smiles.

“I told you he would come for you,” she says to Dana.

I look at her. I didn’t realize that it was a question she had.

“Always,” I answer.

My dad walks into the room as well.

“Well, a reunion right in our front room,” he says.

I’m not sure if he’s happy about it or not. Dana and I both nod.

“I’m glad you guys have sorted it all out,” Susan says.

Dana and I smile. Sorting it out is an understatement.

We grin at each other, knowing what we’d nearly been caught doing.