Her fingers clung to the red, silk bedsheets, beneath her, like limpets would cling to their rocks. Her body shook with each occurring tremor; building, slowly, painfully, until it was almost too much to bare. Only to be left disheartened when he pulled away.
Pain from pleasure was the sweetest torture, and that was what he was subjecting her to. Bring her right to the edge of existence, but never letting her fall. Each stroke, lick or flick, sweet like honey but stinging like a scorpion.
Her lips pleaded for a release, her frenzied mind clouded by a lusty haze, her body responding to even the most delicate of touches.
He felt power, control, and most of all hunger. His eyes drank her in, with every delicious shift of her hips, the little squirms in search of the desired friction. His ears recorded her sounds, those lustful whimpers, the passionate moans, the pleading cries. All like heaven. His mind sketched every detail of her; the curve of her breasts, not overly large, but not small, just more than a handful, and perfect for him, the soft shade of cream that was her skin, and every inch of it glistening in the dull light. His hands memorised her, each and every curve of her body, each touch that made her wriggle more than the rest, the texture if her skin beneath his fingers, so smooth, but so soft, the scar that marred her flesh, his bullet had done that... how could she ever have forgiven him? Her hair felt so soft, though his fingers.
Heavy in the air was the aroma of her arousal. Almost sickly sweet, but perfect to him. Beneath all of that was the slightest hint of her perfume, a scent so like her that he could have thought it to be a natural addition on to herself, had he not seen the delicate bottle many a morning.
He leaned in to kiss her lips; his fingers still playing torturous games with her most sensitive area. His tongue slipped across her bottom lip, requesting entrance. she of course granted it; sucking his tongue into her mouth, teasing it, sweeping across it, massaging it, tasting it, imagining that it was his rock hard manhood that was gracing her lips instead. I became his turn to moan as her tongue slipped to and fro across his.
He pulled himself from her lips. Kissing his way down the length of her neck, across her delicate collarbone, licking his way through the valley of her breasts, dotting butterfly kisses upon her stomach and abdomen, heading towards his intended target; every kiss lower than the one previous.
His tongue darted out, and licked, tantalizingly slowly, her slit, from bottom to top; his hands holding her supple hips, holding her still while he administered her final punishment. He dipped into her, one slow, sweeping lick, inside to out; sending yet another tremor of shivers through her. Little swift flicks against her clitoris brought her to the edge. He held her there, in limbo once more. One little flick followed by a pause, holding her at the top. He watched her as she squirmed, begging for friction, begging for a release; he enjoyed these times of control over her just that little too much.
He nipped at her bundle of nerves; sending her soaring. her body quaked with the force of her release, her back arched, and her lips formed the perfect O, as a silent scream left her lips. The name of her tongue 'Genie'.