I dare you to stop me 3

Tina worked Kerry’s clit gently at first. Blowing small baby breaths across the flush, silken flesh. She nudged and tasted softly, waiting for the involuntary signals from Kerry that she could handle more. That Tina could truly begin.

Kerry’s muscles relaxed a little, her thighs parting more readily. She didn’t jump and quiver at each stroke of the lips that sipped at her patiently. Again, she tested the apron strings. Most likely wanting to touch and stroke and fondle. She always wanted to be in charge. Always had to be giving. Tina would let her do all of that. Later.

She splayed her hands high on Kerry’s muscular thighs, forcing her stance a little wider. Opening her more fully to her eager lips and tongue. She traced each supple line and fold, tasted each mysterious and delicious nuance. Her stiff tongue probed at Kerry’s moist opening, still swollen and flushed from her orgasm. She let her lips dance across the hot, soft flesh of her mound and rubbed her face softly at the fine hair that curled there.

Then she began in earnest. Rolling her tongue swiftly over the marble of Kerry’s clit, sucking in with swift pressure and then soothing with soft kisses. She felt Kerry struggle against her binds. Her upper body whipping viciously for release even as her cunt dewed with the magical fluids of her arousal. Tina lapped at it fervently. She would take every drop she could get. She would soak in every thrash and sigh, every jerk and tremble. This was a Kerry she had never seen. One who was at her mercy. Her tender, loving mercy.

The orgasm galloped visibly through each muscle. The pale, freckled skin she so adored shivered and shook as Kerry came, pressing violently against Tina’s waiting mouth. She stroked her lips over Kerry’s clit long past the point of no return but she didn’t care. She wanted to drink in every drop of this orgasm. Absorb every tremble of pleasure she had created.

Tina rested her head against Kerry’s belly, wishing she had untied her first so she could feel those small hands run through her hair.

On a shaky laugh Kerry said, “Now will you untie me? Now can I do you? I’m dying to you know?” Tina could hear and feel Kerry’ smile even though her eyes were closed.

“Nope.” She rose, spun Kerry and untied the apron strings. She stroked the slightly red skin beneath and pressed a kiss to the pulse thumping in her wrists. “I’m untying you,” she murmured, keeping her lips pressed to the fragile white skin, “but you can’t do me. Not yet.”

Once free, Kerry wrapped her arms around Tina’s neck, giving her a long, lingering kiss. “And why not,” she whispered as she stroked Tina’s lower lip with her kitten pink tongue.

“Because I’m still in charge and I say I have to wait.”

Kerry reared back, her eyes shocked but tinted with a hint of excitement. “Why in the world would you decide that?”

Tina cupped her ass with her hands and pushed her pelvis forcefully against Kerry’s. The friction against her thumping clit almost insanely pleasurable. “Because we’re going to finish these cakes. Order our food. Drink our wine. Then,” she cupped one teacup sized breast and gave it a gentle squeeze, “we’re going to revisit the magical apron for round two. Then, and only then, you will be allowed to make me come. And sweetheart?”

“Yes?”

“I’ll tell you what to do. How to do it. Even when you can stop.”

“Have I created a monster? You like being in control?”

“You have no idea,” Tina growled and bit gently at the stiffening nipple in her grasp. Her own erotic needs a thumping pulse between her clenched thighs. “You like giving up control once in a while?”

“You have no idea,” Kerry said on a gasp.