She knew he was coming. He told her last night. He told her to wake up at 7:00, get naked, unlock the door and get back in bed. It was 6:45. She loved the tease.

Rule #1 was no touching herself after midnight last night. Of course that just made her want to, but she was going to be a good girl and play b

y the rules. Rule #2 was, once he arrived, no touching him until he said so. That was going to be tough.

Finally the clock on her nightstand turned to 7:00. She got out of bed, peeled off her pjs and panties and made her way downstairs to the front door. She unlocked it and turned to go back to bed. Right now though, she could very well sit right down on the stairs and masturbate. God she loved the anticipation.

She heard a car door outside so she quickly scooted naked up the stairs.

He was sitting in his car out on the street. He saw her unlock the door. Knowing she was naked and waiting for him was such a turn on he could hardly contain himself. He knew how much she enjoyed the tease so he was going to do all he could to please her. He watched her neighbour climb in her car just after she unlocked the door. When the neighbour had pulled away, he pulled up and parked out front and waited a few more minutes.

She was back in bed, covered by the sheets, but barely. She looked at the clock again it was 7:05. That familiar ache between her legs made her mind wander, thinking of the things he was going to do to her. She jumped quickly to picturing his head between her legs, tasting her, when she heard the front door click.

He stepped into the house and close the door behind him. He put his keys on the table by the front door and walked to the stairs. He got to the top of the stairs and turned towards her room. What a sight he found. Her laying naked under the sheets, her breasts mostly exposed, her hair laying on her pillow. She smiled.

He walked over the the edge of the bed, leaned over and kissed her. His lips moved slowly and softly against hers, their tongues touching briefly.

“Good morning,” he whispered, smiling.

“Good morning,” she smiled in return.

He peeled off his shirt and took off his shoes and socks. He kept his jeans on. He brought a chair from the corner of the room and placed it at her bedside.

“Aren’t you getting in here with me?” she asked.

“In time,” he replied.

She moaned.

“Close your eyes,” he instructed. “Keep them closed.”

She did.

He delicately reached forward, grabbed the sheet and pulled it up to her neck.

She pouted a little.

He gently ran his fingers over her body through the sheets. She arched as he passed her tummy nearing her groin. He purposefully avoided her mound and moved to her hips instead.

She laughed a little at his playfulness but oh how she wanted him to touch her. His hands left her body and she immediately heard his belt buckle, followed by his jeans coming down. She was wet.

With his pants off and only his dark blue cotton briefs remaining, he went back to teasing her. He touched her thigh through the sheets and slid his fingers down to her feet. Standing at the bottom of the bed now.

“Keep your eyes closed,” he said. “Focus on your sense of touch.”

“Ok,” she said a little breathlessly.

She was waiting for the foot massage to begin but instead he let go. Then she felt it. The sheet was ever so slowly moving down from her neck. The sensation on her naked skin was more incredible than she thought it ever would be. She felt her nipples harden as the sheet slid over them. Seconds later they were exposed as the sheet slid down the underside of her breasts. Slowly it moved down her tummy. She ached for the sensation of it over her mound but he stopped just short of there.

“Oh fuck,” she exclaimed.

He smiled. He walked up to the her side again and kissed her.

“You like?” he asked.

“I love how you tease me,” she replied, eyes still closed.

He put the sheet back around her neck an repeated the process. He watched her wriggle and squirm with every pass. God how he loved seeing her so aroused. The last two or three passes he slid the sheet between her thighs. He could see the wetness seeping out of her from the foot of the bed. He was also wet, and hard.

Again and again her ran the sheets down her body, teasing between her legs each time. One last pass, as slow as ever. He then left the sheets off of her and sat down in the chair beside her.

“What are you doing?” she asked, her eyes still closed.

“Open your eyes,” he told her.

She opened her eyes and saw him sitting there. His hand was inside his cotton briefs, clearly stroking his cock. The urge to touch herself was never so strong.

“Touch your nipples,” he told her.

“Finally!” she thought.

Her fingers surrounded her hard nipples, pinching and pulling them, sending shock waves down her body. She pulled her knees up and squeezed her thighs together trying to satisfy the ache between her legs.

He watched her. Her face flushing with excitement, her legs squeezing together, all the while slowly rolling his fist up and down his hard, wet cock.

After a few minutes he stood up, bending over to kiss her once more. His hands roamed down her shoulders, over her bare breasts and down to her waist. He easily scooped her up and turned her sideways in the bed with legs now hanging over the side. He peeled off his briefs letting his very erect cock stand out in front of him.

She lay watching him, still cupping her breasts and playing with her nipples. “Oh God,” she thought. “Eat me or fuck me, just touch me please!”

He got down on his knees. He lifted her legs so they rested on his shoulders and ran soft kisses done each thigh. His mouth hovered just above her wetness, so close that she could feel his breath on her. He could smell a mixture of her arousal and the soap from her shower. He couldn’t wait to taste her.

“Lick me… Oh my God please lick me,” she said breathlessly.

He did.

He planted a soft kiss between her wet lips, his tongue separating them. She gushed wetness when they parted and he tasted her. His mouth opened and closed on her, his tongue sliding up and down.

She put her hands on his head, running her fingers through his hair as he rolled his tongue over her again and again. He moved upwards and found her swollen clit with his lips. He suckled it into his mouth. It was then she exploded.

She screamed loudly as the first wave of her orgasm hit her very hard. She squeezed her thighs against his head, clutching him. He had his strong hands on her hips, holding her in place as she came in his mouth. She was gripping the sheets with her hands, writhing slightly at the waves that followed. Slowly they subsided as he ran his tongue through her one last time, kissing her pussy softly as he stood up.

She took him by the hand. “Come here,” she said, feeling mellowed.

He crawled into the bed beside her.

She rolled on top of him. She buried her face in his neck as she straddled him. Her soft kisses and her tongue on his neck melted him. Her warm body against his was exquisite.

“Now it’s your turn mister,” she said.

She pinned his arms above his head and rocked her hips against him. One wriggle was all she needed to place her wet pussy against the base of his cock.

“Mmmm,” she moaned at the feeling.

He lifted his ass to press against her and she pulled back.

“I’m in charge now,” she said, grinning.

He moaned slightly, licking his lips.

She placed herself against him once again. She slid up the length of his shaft with her warm, wet folds. She almost took the head of his cock inside her but slid back down again. She rocked back and forth, grinding against the base, watching his face.

“Fuck me,” he whispered.

She did.

She slid upwards, this time taking the head inside her. She rocked her hips quickly up and down and inch or two.

“Is this what you want?” she asked, grinning.

“God yes,” he said.

She lowered her wet pussy down the length of him. They both moaned at the sensation. Slowly she slid up and down, taking every inch of him and almost letting him slip out at the top of her stroke. She increased her speed slightly to both their pleasures.

He held his arms out. “Come down here,” he said.

She lay on him now, him holding her hips as she ground against him. Her face nuzzled in his neck she got lost in the rhythm.

He scraped his fingers lightly over her back, down her sides, brushing the sides of her breasts.

“I’m going to cum,” he whispered.

“Oh God,” she said. “Me too, again!”

He erupted inside of her and his throbbing pushed her over the edge. Their naked bodies wrapped around each other in a breathless moment of passion, hearts racing as they came together.

They lay there still, orgasms subsiding, kissing and caressing until he naturally softened and slipped out of her…