His hot breath over your mouth makes your heart race. He stays so close, but refuses to close the space between you.
'I swear! This isn't teasing; this is torture!'
To make it worse, he leans his head down besides yours.
"Well, sweetheart, are you ready?" He coos in your ear while he uses his knees to spread your legs.
Your shallow breaths and flushed face let him know you were more than ready despite your nerves, and he just loves to push people past their breaking points. Making them want it to the point of pain just makes it easier.
A stuttered "yes" leaves your lips in a whisper.
With that, he runs one finger along your forehead, placing your hair behind your ear once he gets there.
He closes the space between your lips quickly, but gently. But the toying and anticipation has gotten the best of you...
His gentle, slow kiss is sweet, but you want more. You pull him down by his coat to deepen the kiss, and nibble on his lip when he starts laughing.
"Well, love," he starts, rubbing his knee against your core as he says so, "I guess you're just going to have to get an added bonus, aren't you?"
You give no answer except a loud gasp, and an arch of your back that leaves you bringing the back of your hand to your mouth so you can keep yourself quiet.
"No, no, no. We'll have none of that now, will we?" he mockingly asks as he moves your hands away from your face.
He goes down to kiss you once more, and you respond quite beautifully.
You accept his tongue with ease, and move your tongue with his in a most expert of dances.
'So that's what that feels like!'
You move your hands onto his back, holding onto his shoulders to try to keep yourself steady.
One of his hands slowly moves down from your arm, feeling and memorizing each and every one of your curves. Once he gets to your thigh, one hand goes under your dress. His fingers gently dance around your legs, lightly teasing your sweet center before moving up, over your hips, tummy, ribs, and then to your breasts were he proceeds to grope you.
All this sensation feels so good, but so foreign. It would normally make you uncomfortable, but right now you just don't care.
As he tweaks your nipple, a loud cry escapes you.
"Ah! What is that?" you exclaim. You're unaccustomed to feeling pain and pleasure at once, so all you can focus on is the pain.
He chuckles, realizing your dilemma, and feigning ignorance asks, "What, this?" as he tweaks the other nipple even harder, but deliciously slower.
Your cries of pain soon turn into a low moan of pleasure.
You don't know what to do, but you know you want to touch, and touch you do.
No sooner had he hiked your dress up than did you rip open his button up shirt.
"My favorite shirt!" he says, surprise clear in his voice.
He knew he'd break your innocence, but he'd no idea he'd make you lose your self-control so soon!
You run your hands over his chiseled chest and firm abs; you feel the way his muscles react when he moves, and enjoy the vibrations when he uses that deep, sexy voice of his.
"It is getting kind of hot in here, isn't it?" he asks as you help him pull his clothes off in these tight quarters.
"It could be a bit spacier," you mumble as your hands work to free him from the confines of his pants, a semi-difficult task considering how close his hips are to yours.
When he wiggles his pants the final bit down to his knees, you feel a distinct heat radiating from on object between your legs. You reach down to see if this is what you think it is, and feel quite satisfied when you hear the man above you inhale sharply.
"Oh, what's this? You can get surprised too?" you ask coyly as you gently massage up and down his shaft.
An unbidden, soft grunt escapes his lips as he works to keep his composure.
"S-surprised? Mm, not at... Not at all. You just think you're in control."
With that, he reaches down and starts stroking your already drenched slit. Your hips arch up without permission, making you lose your upper hand.
Without warning, he stops his assault, only to put his hands below your hips and push you up while he himself pushed himself down.
"He-Ow!" you exclaim as you lean on your right elbow while you rub your head with your left hand.
"What was that for?"
He laughs, not having expected to use that much force. The plan was only to move you further up to have a better vantage point. But, no matter.
"Haha. Sorry, love. Didn't mean to hurt you. I just wanted to do this."
With one hand, he grabs your breast and begins to suck on it, while with the other, he inserts two, then three fingers into your cunt.
"Oh~, oh... You're definitely, ah! For- mm, forgiven," you manage to say as you run your hands through his hair, enjoying the pleasures he bestows on you.
He begins rubbing hard, little circles on your clit with his thumb and leaving love bites along your neck. Your breathing quickens, and pretty soon you feel a strong sensation building in the pit of your stomach.
He feels the way your stomach begins to flex, and knows you're close to the edge.
Being the gentleman that he is, he quickly asks if he can go in, and without needing further explanation, you wrap your legs around his waist and beg for him to stop wasting time.
The cramped space of the coffin doesn't leave much room for teasing or long, slow thrusts, but the closeness helps add friction and increase the pleasure for both of you with every quick, short movement.
For your part, you move yourself in tandem with his motions.
"I... I think I'm... ah!" is all you manage to say before you both orgasm with a strength unlike any other.
Your head goes slack against the floor as his body collapses on top of yours.
"Well, that's one hell of a way to close a deal," he says over your chest.
You share a laugh as you both struggle to put your clothes back on correctly.
Luckily for you, you just had to pull your bra and dress down; your underwear, unfortunately, was done for, and long gone.
He, on the other hand, needed to reach down for his jacket, shirt, and tie, which were down by his ankles, along with his pants. Definitely a sticky situation for him.
But being the clever devil that he is, it didn't take him long before he reached down.
"Are you ready?" he asks, putting one hand besides your head.
He places his left knee between your legs, and offers his free hand to you.
You glace at him curiously, yet still take his hand.
The question, "For what?" barely leaves your lips before he pulls you up.
Completely up!
You gasp. Obviously, you knew he was going to get you out of this hell, but you hadn't realized just how.
It was shocking, the way he so easily did away with the rules of reality. But it was amazing in a beautiful way.
You inhale deeply, enjoying the fresh air.
You throw your hands out, feeling the openness.
You kick your flats off and feel the grass beneath your toes, and stoop down to feel it beneath your hands.
You scream out, "I'm free!" in triumph as it finally sinks in.
That whole experience with the mysterious devil wasn't a dream. You really, truly, are out of that grave, and have a second chance at life.
This is a chance you aren't going to waste.
"Thank you," you exhale gladly as you turn to your partner.
He stands straight and with his nose in the air. His body is facing away from you, but he turns his head to the side, and gives you a wry smile.
He looks you up and down once more and then replies, "It was my pleasure."
Without further prompting, he turns and walks away. He raises one hand over his head before calling out, "See you in ten years!"