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Emily swiftly turned me around and pushed me. I fell backwards onto her bed, but before I could adjust she grabbed my thighs and pulled me towards the edge of the bed, tugging down my yoga pants until they hit the floor. I grabbed her by the waist and lifted her tank top over her head. As the garment fell to the floor, Emily quickly grabbed the bottom of my tank top and ripped it over my head. She pushed me down hurriedly and straddled my thighs before locking her lips with mine – her long dark hair creating a curtain over our heated tongue battle. I ran my nails across the exposed skin of her back, digging into the taut flesh ever so lightly. She responded with a low growl. She sat back on her knees and pulled me into a sitting position before grabbing at my sports bra and lifting it over my head – her hands roughly grabbed my naked breasts once the bra was discarded. Her hands on my breasts were enough to make me drunk as electricity shot straight into my core.

I mirrored her, ripping the black and purple garment over her head, my hands instantly meeting the large mounds – feeling their weight in my palms. I rolled a nipple between my fingers causing Emily's head to drop to my shoulder. I bent my head down and licked the neglected nipple before taking it into my mouth and sucking on it vigorously. Emily cried out, her hands loosening on my breasts. She was so sensitive. I continued licking and sucking at one nipple and rolling and tweaking the other. I felt her grind into me – looking for more touch. Initially, she wanted to dominate, but I knew that all I needed was to get her in the right state of mind and she'd be putty in my hands.

I used my newfound leverage to flip us over and quickly divest her of her tiny running shorts and her "pretty in pink" underwear. I laid my naked body atop hers – my rock hard thigh parting her legs. Her hot juices coated my thigh, making it easy to rub my muscle into her throbbing center – allowing her to have the friction she so desperately craved. My lips descended onto her neck, peppering her neck with small bites and hard kisses until I reached her ear. I drew along the outer ridge with my tongue – she shuddered underneath me as she dug her nails into my ass.

"Paige…" she groaned, bucking her hips up against my thigh, trying to bring some relief to the intense need for friction.

I removed my thigh – I did not want her to come on my thigh and at the rate she was moving, that's exactly what would have happened. The loss of contact was met with a fierce growl - Emily bucked up at me wildly, causing me to lose my balance. She pinned me under her strong form, grabbing my hands mid air and pinning them above my head. She kissed me deeply before I could speak or comprehend what had happed - her tongue exploring every crevice of my mouth as she maneuvered between my thighs, her soaked center grinding into me, her nails digging into my wrists. With one more pass of her tongue against mine, she leaned up and extracted herself completely from me.

I tried to protest by grabbing her – I wanted to keep her right where she was, but I was met with a heavy amount of resistance on my wrists. I twisted my neck to try and look at my wrists – Emily smirking seductively at me from the bottom of the bed. My wrists were tied together and to the headboard with two of her fashion scarves. I looked over at her – the butterflies in my stomach beating against every nerve.

"Emily…"

"I told you, it was still Christmas and I wanted to give you a present…" she emphasized, walking back over towards the bed.

I gulped.

She climbed onto the bed slowly, kissing my skin as she ascended from my stomach to my lips. She kissed my vigorously, biting my lip, and plunging her strong muscle into my mouth. She guided my tongue into her hot cave and then sucked on the tip passionately, causing me to moan in bliss. She smiled widely at my reaction and then made a trail of wet kisses and bruises from my neck down to my collarbone and finally to my perky breasts. She took her time with each breast – circling the areola with her tongue and then drawing smaller and smaller circles until she reached the taut nub and took it into her mouth, licking it and sucking it before biting down on it gently.

"Em…" I cried out, my pussy throbbing as a new wave of juices spilled out onto my inner thighs.

She lifted herself up only to whisper into my ear. "I want you wet for me."

"believe me I am wet," I defended. "Please… I need you…" I trailed off.

She quickly shuffled down my body before spreading my legs wide and gliding her long tongue from my entrance all the way up to my clit and back down.

I screamed with the pleasure of the contact, trying to buck my hips up into her, but as quickly as that pleasure came, it left. She sat back on her heels at the end of the bed, watching me struggle against my restraints.

"Oops, guess now we need to get you all wet again," she teased.

She leaned down to my ear again, "You taste so good, Paige."

I shivered.

I had never seen Emily so…forward. Sure, she teased me a little here, I teased her a little there, but this was something much beyond what we had done before. I wasn't complaining. I was completely mesmerized by her every move that I had no time to think about the other things – the complicated things, the messy things, the hurtful things, the painful things. Perhaps that was why she was tormenting me – so I could only thing about her.

Emily straddled my hips once again – I could feel her hot core burning my lower stomach.

"you ready for your first present?" she smirked.

As I nodded my head, she scooted up my body – leaving a wet train up my center – until her sopping wet core was millimeters from my face. She looked down at me -her eyes the color of molten chocolate – as she set her center right onto my lips.

My taste buds exploded at the taste of the sweet nectar. I lapped at her greedily – wanting more and more. I struggled against the restraints – the fabric unyielding. All I wanted to do was grab her hips and hold her to me, but alas, I was at her mercy as she ground her hips, her juices smearing all over my face. I managed to plunge my tongue into her core – she let out a stifled moan. I moved my tongue rhythmically in and out of her - only taking a break to swirl around her throbbing nub. Fresh juice flowed into my mouth as Emily's hip movements became erratic. I moaned into her pussy – hoping the reverberation would help draw out the imminent orgasm. I wanted her to come all over my face – preferably while my tongue was deep inside of her so that I could open wide and let her come directly into my mouth.

Fucking Emily like this only served to shoot electricity to my core. I wanted nothing more than her fingers deep inside of me… but I couldn't focus on that. I had to focus on the only thing I could – using what little leverage I had to bring Emily to bliss. I growled into her before licking up the length of her slit and wrapping my lips around her throbbing, erect nub and sucking on it – hard. Emily screamed as she hunched over, her orgasm washing over her in waves. The more she twitched, the faster my tongue moved on her hot core. As soon as her orgasm started washing over her, I released her clit and began to run my tongue in and out of her core, around her clit, over her clit, back down and in and out and around and over… I refused to stop. She shook violently on top of me –the last of the waves battering her – before she rolled off of me and onto the soft mattress. I licked my lips and stretched my tongue as far as it could to wipe my mouth. All in all – I was still restrained, so whatever I wasn't able to lick up was wasted. I did not like to be wasteful.

I knew she was just recovering from her own orgasm, but I was getting antsy. My core was throbbing mercilessly, my skin had become ultra sensitive so even the feeling of her sheets or the small, innocent touches of her skin against mine was turning me on. Not to mention – I felt totally helpless. Finally, I felt her begin to move and my respiratory rate increased and became shallow with anticipation.

"God, Paige… your tongue…" she whispered huskily into my ear – her breath against the sensitive skin sending chills down my spine.

"Em…" I begged in a whisper. "Please…"

"Do you want something?" she teased, turning completely towards me and walking her fingers down the valley of my breasts and down my stomach.

My breath hitched and my stomach muscles tightened. "Do you know what you do to me?" I quizzed.

Emily shifted, forcing my legs open, and settling between them before bringing one of her hands down to my screaming pussy. I gasped in relief – the feeling of her fingers touching me was sweet – like heaven. I wanted more, needed more. I lifted my hips up to meet her fingers, but she pulled away. I growled in disapproval, straining against the scarves, trying to break free.

"I know exactly what I do to you…" she lifted her soaked fingers to her mouth and sucked on each one painfully slowly. Was she trying to make me spontaneously combust? I had to wonder, because we were getting close…

"What do you want, Paige?"

"Emily…" I begged.

"Paige…" she mocked, smiling widely at me.

"I want you to fuck me…"

"how do you want me to fuck you?" she asked faking curiosity.

I whimpered, "Em…"

"Do you want my tongue?" she suggested as she ran her tongue from my belly button to a hard nipple – lapping around the nipple.

"Yes…" I breathed, barely able to think straight.

"How about my fingers?" she suggested, taking three two fingers and gliding them into my soaked center.

My walls instantly contracted around the intrusion – not wanting to let go. I moaned loudly – feeling her inside me awakened every cell of my being. I rolled my hips on her fingers – but they wouldn't move.

"Yes…Both," I choked out. "Please move, Emily…" I cried, my hips bucking against her still fingers.

She shimmied downwards – her tongue descending onto my clit as her fingers began moving inside of me slowly. She was in no rush. My body wanted it rough and hard, but Emily wanted to take her time. I was completely at her mercy. I felt an orgasm start to build slowly as she moved her fingers rhythmically, matching the pace of her tongue on my clit. Strangled cries left my lips – it was agony. She must have felt my walls flutter around her fingers – because the next thing I knew, Emily was slamming her fingers into my core – her tongue lapping in time with her thrusts – sucking intermittently.

My hips bucked up wildly – trying to get her deeper, make it harder, faster. A slew of curse words flew out of my mouth as Emily fucked me into oblivion. I gripped the strands of the fabric of scarves as best as I could - holding on for dear life. With every thrust of her fingers, a wave crashed over me. At some point, she moved her hands out of me and plunged her tongue deep into my core – swirling it around, hitting all of my walls – her thumb working rubbing my clit at a crazy speed. My entire body released with one last scream – Emily moaned into my pussy, my juices almost certainly filling her up. I wanted more – needed more. I guess she could tell - she plunged her fingers back into me, her thumb snaking between my folds to rub my clit and her magic mouth ascending onto a painfully tight nipple. The triple sensation caused the beginning of an orgasm almost immediately, but she didn't let up. She curled her fingers and reached for the sponge-like spot at the front of my inner-walls. She played with pussy – refusing to stop. I shook underneath of her – orgasm after orgasm crashing over me – my sensitive skin being battered by her ministrations.

"Hey beautiful… Paige…hey baby...come on…we've gotta get you up…"

The voice pulled me out of my stupor. My eyes fluttered open and I tried to assess where I was.

My arms were sore. I grabbed my wrists and rubbed the skin gently.

"Hey…" I groaned, my voice hoarse.

Emily already had some clothes on. I guess it was late. Shit – her parents.

"Come on, lets get your shorts on…"

I looked around – still trying to gather my bearings. Emily had my shorts at my feet, ready to help me put them on. I followed her directions and finally was fully dressed in sleep clothes that her parents wouldn't disapprove of. I assumed Emily had tidied up our mess as she even helped me stand for a minute while she made the bed. She turned on the TV when she was done, opened the door, and climbed onto the bed to hold me. As long as I didn't try to speak to her parents, I wouldn't appear drunk – just tired.

"How do you feel," Emily asked me, kissing my cheek sweetly.

I gave her a thumbs up – I couldn't speak.

"Rest now," she assured, settling us both into the bed, atop the covers.

And there I slept – the best sleep I had slept in a long time. Emily knew exactly how to wipe my thoughts clean. But I could promise, in the back of my mind I was formulating a plan to get her back for the restraints and the teasing. If she wanted to play that way, so could I – and I could do it better.