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The Games We Play

By: Kenly
folder Erotica › General
Rating: Adult +
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The Games We Play

This is simply a little bit that came to mind one day while I was day dreaming about my boyfriend before he became my boyfriend. I'm sure some of you, hell, a lot of you, out there have had naughty little day dreams about friends of yours. Well, this is one of mine. You can put any two people into this scenario that you want. That's why I wrote it this way. No more will follow this. This is it. I hope you enjoy it.



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He stood before her, gently pinning her hands to the wall above her head with one of his own, his other trailing down her side until it met the hem of her shirt. He leaned down, kissing her hard, possessively, as his hand slowly made it's way under her shirt and back up her side, gently. As his fingers touched the lace of her bra, he trailed it across her breast, carefully removing it from the confines of her undergarment to carress it just as gently as her side. He felt himself grow very arroused as she made small sounds in the back of her throat as he kissed her. He was pressed so hard against her, he knew she knew as well, and that just excited him even more.
As he rolled her breast in his free hand, he pressed his hips softly into her, letting her know just how badly he wanted her. How badly he needed her. He could feel her response as her nipples hardened without much stimulation from him. He knew, without doing anything, that she needed and wanted him just as badly.
However, he wasn't going to rush this. Not this time. He wanted to take his time with her. He wanted her to know how he felt about her without having to utter a single syllable. After all, wasn't everyone always saying that actions speak louder than words?
As she pressed back against him, he could feel the heat radiating from her body. He could smell the arrousal on her like a fine perfume. He knew what she wanted. And he was going to make her wait for it. He wanted to make her so insane with need that she cried his name into the dark.
Slowly, he drew his lips from hers, smiling inwardly as she made little protesting sounds. He continued to pin her wrists with his hand, effectively giving him control over her and the situation. He kissed her softly on the lips before peppering her jaw with hot little kisses, slowly leading to the neckline of her shirt.
Once he reached it, he stopped, lifting his eyes to hers as he removed his free hand from underneath the cloth, slowly dragging it up as he went, until one round breast was exposed to him. He could see her body react to the exposure. Could hear her breathing speed up and her chest heaved with nervous excitement. He kept his eyes on hers as he bent his head, softly kissing the pale skin he had just revealed before licking a wet trail around the expanse of her skin.
Hearing the soft gasp escape her lips just made his excitement worse, but he swore to take his time. To pleasure them both during this little game.