She held him securely, kneeling above him. His head was between her thighs, her elbows between his raised knees. Her soft, pink feminine folds were poised just above his face, but out of his reach. She would allow him to see it, and even smell it, but he could not have it - yet.
Again and again she lowered herself down to him. But at each sight of his tongue she quickly snatched herself away. She played with him first like a cat plays with a mouse. She leaned down and gave him a soft, wet kiss just below his belly button, drawing circles with her tongue. Her movements were slow, deliberate, and skillful. Teasing him. Taunting him. Making him want her even more. His shaft swelled and lengthened in anticipation. He could not have her, though, until he begged for it.
"Would you like to have me?" she asked seductively.
"Then be a good boy and beg for it."
He refused.
She had met him that evening at a bar. He claimed to be a hotshot lover who always got his way with women. After listening to repeated boasts that he could have any woman he wanted, she couldn't resist the challenge any longer. She was going to give him what he deserved. She was going to make him beg for her. Now, a few hours later, she was on top of him.
She reached to the night stand beside her bed and brought a pan of warm water and soft cloth.
"I'm going to bathe you," she told him with her soft seductive voice.
"Then I'm going to shave you."
He was hers to do with as she pleased. He lay helpless beneath her. She wrung out the cloth and placed it between his legs, wrapping it tenderly around his balls. He enjoyed the warm feeling, and lay motionless beneath her. Her touch was soft and gentle as she bathed his genitals with the warm water. There was nothing she enjoyed more than the clean fresh smell of a man.
Again she reached to the night stand and this time got a bottle of lotion and her shaver. She rubbed a generous amount of cream all over his balls, his inner thighs, and even his tummy just below his belly button. She knew he would enjoy that part.
"Now, I want you to hold very still while I shave you. You wouldn't want me to have an accident, would you?"
She giggled slightly as he closed his eyes. He lay motionless, almost frozen beneath her.
Slowly she moved the razor along his curves, removing all traces of his lion's mane, and leaving him looking as smooth as a school boy.
"There."
She smiled, pleased with her work. Then again bathed him with warm water, removing all traces of the cream. His hardness slowly returned.
She leaned down and kissed his balls tenderly, gently suckling them into her mouth one at a time, then kissed up his shaft to the tip. Fully erect now, he was very impressive...in fact, magnificent. She continued kissing and caressing him until she began to feel her own wet response between her legs. Now, she would let him taste it.
She lowered herself down again. This time, when he reached out with his tongue she wiggled her hips. He struggled to connect with her. There, he could taste it. He wanted to plunge his tongue between her pink lips.
"Do you want it? Then beg for it."
But once again he refused, and once again she snatched herself away from him, laughing quietly.
She carefully turned to face him, not letting him escape. She held him pinned to the mattress, straddling him. She leaned down and kissed his chest and shoulders, then slowly down his body. She could feel his erect penis between them, and knew his balls must ache with unfulfilled desire.
"I'm going to let you touch it, but you can't have it until you beg," she teased him as she lowered herself down.
As they touched he could feel the squishy wetness between her lips. His dick slid between them easily. She slowly slid him up and down between her spread lips but denied him entry inside her. She didn't have long to wait for him to thrust himself at her. As he did, she quickly drew back and denied him entrance.
"I want you to beg for it. You can't have my little pussy until you beg for it."
But once again he refused. She could tell, though, that his resistance was weakening. Several times she lowered herself down to him and let him feel her warm feminine wetness, only to quickly back away just as he thrust himself at her. She was determined to not let him have her until he begged.
Finally, he could not resist any longer.
"I want it," he told her.
"Let me have it."
"I want to hear you beg," she replied, using her clit like a tongue to flick at his throbbing head.
"Beg me for it and I'll let you have it."
"Please let me have it. Please. I want it so bad. Don't do this to me any more."
That was enough. Those were the words she was waiting for. She hadn't intended to let him have her at all. In fact, as soon as he begged she had planned to throw him out of her house naked. That's what she thought of his 'Joe Studd - I can have any pussy I want' attitude.
But now, after teasing him for an hour, she realized that she had also teased and aroused herself too. Her own body wanted him inside her. She wanted him as badly as he wanted her, but this was going to be done her way. After all, she was the cat and he the mouse.
She took him slowly, letting him feel just the tip between her soft wet lips. He wanted to thrust himself all the way into her, but she would not allow him that pleasure...yet. Each time he thrust upward she removed herself from his reach and made him wait before allowing him to enter her again. Each time she slid herself a little farther down over him, taking more and more of him inside. She felt her insides stretch to accommodate him. Now she wanted him inside her all the way. No more teasing. She would allow him to thrust himself full length inside her. She couldn't resist him any longer.
She stroked him with the rhythm of a skilled musician. He was her instrument. Their soft moaning was their beautiful music. In and out she moved as he raised his hips to meet hers. His shaft swelled inside her as he lay thrusting beneath her. Neither could stop now if they tried.
Their music filled the room. Mouths moaning, mattress squeeking, headboard knocking. It was truly a symphony of lust. She could hardly take any more but was unable to stop. Then he plunged into her all the way with the strength of a lion. She felt him deep inside her when he erupted with the force of a volcano. Gushing inside her, filling her as she responded for him. Her own body convulsing as waves of orgasm overwhelmed her until they both collapsed, exhausted.
He lay beneath her, his arms around her, holding her, kissing her neck softly. She purred like a kitten, eventually rolling to his side. Soon, they both slept, holding each other in their arms. Later, when she woke, he was gone.
