<div class="floatright">(https://pbs.twimg.com/media/DeShl_kXUAAPySL.jpg)</div>That growl of yours that I’ve learned is more of a promise with me than a threat, sends goosebumps tickling along the skin of my neck, shoulders, spine, and arms. It is the anticipation, and that brief, shining moment of triumph when you whisper your description of me and my actions that finally move my lips from your skin to let the wide grin rest there instead. The teasing and taunting is absolutely no fun unless there is a reaction.<br/><br/>Your reactions, however, tend to make me go against my very nature of independence. So why was I so keen on getting the rise out of you?<br/><br/>As if on cue, that inner thought was answered by your menacing whisper about waiting and the delicious throb of the cock still in my palm. Oh yes, that’s right.<br/><br/>I’d never found better pleasure, or a more attractively tempting power, elsewhere.<br/><br/>The grin on my lips splits, the words to respond about how jumping at your beck and call just wasn’t in the cards ready on my breath but you cut all of that off with your kiss and the sinful slip of your fingers beneath the waistband of my tight jeans. A leverage of your wrist has the buttons beginning to pop open and it doesn’t take long for you to find that not only do I have nothing covering my bare pussy beneath the pants, but your attention has already slickened my pink folds.<br/><br/>For a moment, my hand stills on your cock as the rough pads of your fingers circle on my traitorous clit, making me gasp into the kiss and roll my hips against yours. A silent, unconscious request for more stimulation. With our arms battling for the miniscule space between our bodies now, I relent and shift my hand away from your cock to the hem of your shirt, licking along your lips as the kiss subsides and pulling back just enough to try and tug that offending material off the abs I want to lick.<br/><br/>Your tone does nothing to pause my motions, but it does bring my eyes to yours. Full of desire, lust, promise, mischief, and all-together taunting your prowess.<br/><br/>“I – ahh!” The answer was started but never finished as you pressed me quick enough backwards against the counter that I instinctively tear my hands from your body to catch my own against the lip of it. The rhythm of that hand of yours on my clit was barely even interrupted with the motion. Instead, it seemed to speed up and send pleasure pulsating through my system, crackling in my head and igniting the spark for the fireworks I knew were just around the corner.<br/><br/>My words dissolve into a grinning groan, thighs spreading just a touch more as our eyes lock, and those fingers of yours could delve that much deeper inside my wet core. “...I am not like those other girls…” I finally manage to whisper out, the words vibrating against your lips on my neck. Supported again, pinned securely between you and the counter top, I slide one of my arms back up around your shoulders, my hand diving into your hair, nails threading through the thick locks at the back of your scalp.<br/><br/>I know the command you’ve given. Even with the blood rushing through my ears, I’ve clearly heard it. Acknowledging is another story, though.<br/><br/>Tilting my head back, I let my eyes close so I can enjoy the sensations that much longer. “Soft little… commands… teasing my clit… finger-fucking me…” There were gasps now, hot and tight just like my cunt, as your wicked digits have my feet shifting and moving, trying to work my hips to get just that right angle, betray the pleasure coursing through me, even as my breathless words say different. “I’ll need… more… to get… Oh, HELL, these god-damn boots and pants need to come off…”<br/><br/>My frustrating leaks through for a moment as I grip your shirt and drag your chest closer to mine. Even if it was just a few inches away, I needed your muscles and heat radiating against mine as I fought to both keep my control, and give it away all at the same time. Lust, pleasure, orgasms, had a funny way of doing that. As ever, though, the rebel in me can’t resist whispering the next line hot and quick in your ear. “I’ll need more than all that,<em>Marlon</em>, if you want me to scream that first number for you.”<br/>