First he kissed my neck, moving slowly from my shoulder all the way up to my earlobe.

At the same time, he unclasped my strapless bra and let it fall to the floor.

He began to caress my breasts, gliding his palms over my soft skin, gently pushing them together, then cupping them from beneath. He tweaked my nipples and at the same time bit my neck, two mild flashes of pain that added up to a greater pleasure.

I held my head to the side and closed my eyes, just letting the waves of desire roll over me.

He began to squeeze my ass, massaging it firmly. As he did, I could feel his cock pressing against one of my cheeks. It was hard and upright beneath the cloth of his pants, and every so often would spasm, like he was having a tiny contraction – an involuntary spasm that told me he wanted to be inside me so bad.

Suddenly he pressed one powerful hand between my shoulder blades, forcing me down on the bed, but with my ass still in the air. Bent over at a 90 degree angle, I braced myself with my forearms and waited for the head of his cock to press between my lips –

But it didn’t happen.

Instead, he knelt behind me and began to kiss my ass, rubbing his freshly shaven cheeks against my skin, then nibbling me gently with his teeth.

His fingers pulled my thong down my thighs to the floor. He forcefully parted my thighs with his hands. Again I waited for the feeling of his blunt, swollen head –

But instead I felt something warm and wet trace the spot where my right leg joined my body, right next to my pussy.

I moaned out loud as his tongue edged over a couple of centimeters, and began to slick down the outer folds of my lips.

He licked as far forward toward my clit as he could… and then, with a soft pressure, he parted my lips and languidly moved his soft, warm, wet tongue just barely inside me, then continued back all the way to my ass.

I gasped as he licked me back there, then slowly moved forward again, this time pressing deeper inside my pussy with his tongue.

His hand moved up between my legs, and the wet tip of his finger began to caress my clit as he moved his tongue back and forth in a hot, liquid massage that drove me wild. His finger circled my button as his tongue eased deeper inside me, licking me, making me wetter by the second.

Then he stopped being so gentle. His head moved back and forth, his jaw physically slapping into my body, as his tongue fucked me, in and out, in and out. All the while his finger caressed my clit, circling it, rubbing it up and down, making me go wild.

His tongue kept going deeper, his face kept hitting my ass harder, and his finger kept stroking me faster, until I was screaming and coming at the same time.

He gradually stopped, and I lay there on the bed, facedown, ass in the air, gasping to catch my breath.

Then I heard it:

Zzzzzzip.

I waited for that firm, incredible pressure –

But he made me wait.

And wait.

And wait.

Finally I felt it: the soft, hard shaft of his cock, placed against my ass cheek.

I closed my eyes and just enjoyed the heat of it, the skin soft as silk, as he rubbed against me, stiffening himself even more.

Then I felt the angle change, doubtless from his fingers pressing down and positioning himself just so.

There it was – the full, thick head, swollen and hot, about to enter me…

Except he wasn’t going in.

He was resting right there between my wet lips, maybe a centimeter inside me, not even giving me as much action as he had with his tongue.

He bobbed back and forth, just the tip of his crown teasing me. Every second that passed, I thought he was going to give one gigantic thrust – but he didn’t. Then I thought he might at least insert the full, swollen head, almost as big around as the base of his shaft – but he never gave me anything more than just the tip.

SO unsatisfying. And SOOO excruciating. My desire ratcheted up by the second until I couldn’t take it anymore.

“For God’s sake, just put it in me,” I moaned.

“Yes ma’am,” he chuckled, and complied – sort of.

The wet crown parted my lips and slowly pushed inside my yielding pussy. And when I say slow, I mean it. Second by agonizing second ticked by, and he wasn’t even a fourth of the way inside me. I loved feeling him slowly enter me, but I wanted more, and now! I rocked my ass towards him to get more of him inside me, but he backed away and continued his pleasurable torture, only giving me maybe half an inch per second.

“Oh God, please, give it to me,” I moaned.

“Patience,” he teased.

I kept bucking my pelvis backwards, hoping I could get him deeper inside me, but he was enjoying making me beg, and so he never went further than halfway in.

The deepest parts of me were begging to feel the tip of his cock caress them.

“Please, just FUCK me,” I groaned.

No such luck. He sloooowly kept going, and I swear I could feel every ridge, every vein as he gradually eased inside me. After what felt like five minutes, I finally felt him hit bottom, both with the tip of his cock, and with his pelvis against my ass. I sighed and luxuriated in the feeling of fullness – but I wanted more. I began to rock back and forth, trying to get him to start thrusting – but he wouldn’t.

Then I started to feel something a little different.

He had apparently wetted his finger, and started from the top of his cock, trailing it up to my back door.

“Hey,” I warned him.

“I know the rule,” he said, and I knew from the sound of his voice that he was grinning.

The rule he was referring to was one from the first few days of our relationship: No ‘in’ through the ‘out’ door.

The wet tip of his finger began to slowly massage me back there, light as a feather, and I had to admit it felt good – especially since he finally began to rock back and forth, pulling his cock out a couple inches, then sinking back inside me.

He began to swirl his finger, tickling me with wetness, as his thrusting became longer, harder, more insistent. My lust for deep, full penetration finally got sated as he began to grab onto my hip with his free hand and force me down onto him.

I moaned into the bedspread, my hair hanging down, my breasts swaying beneath me, as he began to fuck me in earnest. The wet tip of his finger continued to toy with my ass, a caress from something soft and wet and gentle as that big, thick cock slammed into me harder and harder.

“Oh God, oh God, oh God,” I kept chanting in a haze of lust, my eyes closed, my voice getting higher and higher with each thrust.

Suddenly he grabbed my legs, and without warning, he pulled them to the side and pushed me onto the bed on my back. I rotated on his cock until my legs were up in the air, against his chest.

He bent over me, forcing my legs back against my chest, pinning them between my body and his. He gazed at me intently as he really began fucking me – but with a tender, urgent look in his eyes.

At this angle, he was hitting all sorts of new spots deep inside me, and he felt even bigger than normal as he drove deep inside me.

“Oh fuck – oh Connor,” I cried out.

“Look at me,” he ordered. “Look at me, Lily – ”

It was harder than it sounded, since my eyes kept wanting to roll back into my head in orgasmic bliss. “I – oh God, oh God – ”

“Look at me, baby – look at me when you come – ”

“Oh fuck – oh fuck, Connor – oh God, I’m coming, I’m coming, I’m COMING – ”

As I crested the wave and felt my orgasm crash through me, I felt him come, too – felt his shaft spasm as he cried out, as his face contorted in pain. But we kept our eyes locked on each other as his cock and my pussy both contracted in bliss, him filling me, me surrounding him, both of us bringing each other to ecstasy and beyond.

After his contractions tapered off, and mine began to slow down, he pulled back enough so that I could ease my legs down on the bed without having him withdraw from inside me. He collapsed on top of me, kissing me softly and romantically as he brushed the hair away from my face with his fingers.

“Ahhhh… I feel better now…” he murmured as he kissed my ear.

“Good,” I said, and smiled devilishly. “Time to go to the party.”

He groaned and dropped his head down to my shoulder.

“Oh God… now I feel worse…”