She arched beneath him, yelping out as he bit her breast, shying away, moaning as his tongue dragged across the sensitized flesh. A moan, as his finger pushed into her, her feet planting on the bed to press her pelvis into his hand, urging him on, just as he slipped away, teasing her mercilessly. She growled in frustration, glaring at him, even as he shred her best pyjama bottoms, wishing he would choose a place and stay there.<br/><br/>She collapsed beneath the pressure of his hand. At his words, her eyes grew wide, and she forgot to breathe. Three heartbeats reverberated before she remembered to inhale, and then he was<em>there</em>. He refused her, teasing with is tongue, just keeping out of reach. She wanted him, she wanted to cup him, to stroke his length with slow caresses, she wanted to kiss him, to taste him, to take him into her mouth and pleasure him. But her hands remained clutching to the edge of the mattress, as instructed.<br/><br/>Every inhale was a gasp, every exhale a moan, desperate for him to move closer, to stop teasing. He was making her crazy and she didn't know how long she could last. "<em>Please</em>" She moaned, staring down to him. This tome she knew exactly what she begged for, and she let the word carry every bit of longing she had to him.