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She smiled quietly as he came to her, his hands gentle and warm on her face. He kissed her softly, tenderly, his mouth brushing over hers with the delicateness of a butterfly wing. She sighed and twined her arms about his neck and slid her hands through his hair, ruffling it. Oh, but she had missed him. How many a night had she spent dreaming of just such an encounter? Her nerves caught fire under his touch as he slowly took the banked fires of her desire for him and stoked them into an inferno that threatened to rage out of control. She moaned and sighed underneath him as he lay full-length upon her. She was already impatient to have him inside her--it had been so long... But he wasn't yet ready to let go. Soothingly, he stroked his hand over her hair until she quieted. Then he began to seduce her in earnest. He wanted to have her begging for him. It wasn't fair that he be the only one to suffer, and lord only knew how many times she had teased and taunted HIM in the past. Well, now it was payback time. He touched her and was pleasantly surprised to feel the growing dampness there. She clamped her legs shut, trying to keep his hand there, but he pulled it away. He was determined to have her at his mercy tonight.

He lifted himself up so he could gaze down at her. God, how he loved this wench, from the top of her small frame down to the little toes he so loved to suck. She was as lovely and responsive as he had remembered her to be. Her mouth was slightly open, and her breath came in shallow gasps. The eyes that met his were slightly glazed. He kissed her again, his mouth firmer now. He nudged her mouth open for him and savoured the feel of her tongue warring adjacent his for domination. He groaned softly, the moistness of her mouth reminding him of how moist she was elsewhere.

With one hand on her cheek, he kissed her and showed her how much he wanted her, HAD wanted her while he'd been away, and with the other, he caressed her right breast, kneading and stroking the soft flesh. Soon she was moaning into his mouth as he began to circle his finger round the highly sensitive peak of her nipple. He placed his palm over it and felt it harden delightfully. The weight of her breast felt so wonderful in his hand, so perfect.

She was getting frisky now, and just as she was always trying to put in her two cents OUT of bed, she was now trying to push him onto his back and give her two cents IN it. But he resisted--tonight was for her. He would pleasure her until she was wild for him, and then finally, he would take her. Tonight he would make her lie back and enjoy what he was planning to do to her body. There would be time later for equality and reciprocity.

Abruptly, he got up and left the room, leaving her lying on the bed gaping in surprise. He returned momentarily with a soft length of fabric. Grinning, he ignored her when she protested, saying, "Hey, no fair!" and lifted her arms and bound her wrists together firmly but not painfully. Now she was helpless. She glared up at him with mock outrage and tried to blow a stray strand of hair off her cheek. Reaching over, he tucked it behind her ear. She giggled as he waggled his eyebrows at her comically and said, "Now, I've got you, my pretty!."

"You're going to pay for this!" she said, grinning evilly.

 "I look forward to it with great pleasure," he shot back, his eyes glinting with arousal.

She narrowed her eyes at him, stuck out her tongue, and prepared to say something else, when he leaned over suddenly and silenced her.

"Sweetheart, has anyone ever told you that you talk too much?" But before she had a chance to answer, he began to trace his way from the softness of her mouth to her ear. Once there he took the tiniest bit of her lobe into his mouth, nibbling and kissing it. He felt her tremble in his arms as he breathed a warm breath of air into her ear. Without warning, he plunged into her ear, licking and sucking eagerly, tracing the shell as well. Her breathing was ragged, and when he finally pulled away, she tried in vain to bring him back, but alas, her hands were firmly bound. She moaned in protest, and he replied, "There, that's better. I like it when you talk like that."

She moaned again, this time sounding a little more desperate. "Uh-uh, love, not yet." He then propped her up against two pillows. Having done that, he pulled away completely and began to take off his clothes. First went his T-shirt, then his shorts disappeared, until finally he stood in front of the bed clad only in the silk Looney Toons boxers she had given him on some occasion. He stood still and let her feast her eyes on him, enjoying the flush the sight of his nakedness had brought to her cheeks. Teasingly, he took his index finger and slid it into his mouth, slowly wetting it. He sucked it, simulating her mouth on his cock, and pretended to be impervious to the way her eyes had fixated on him. And mimicking the way in which SHE played with HIS nipples, he took that same finger and began to trace tiny circles around his nipple until it finally tightened. This hand slowly slid down his chest and stomach and came to rest in his pubic hair. He rubbed it, and then brought his hand back up to his face and breathed in his smell, knowing how much she herself liked to do this. He brought his hand back down to his crotch and caressed the length of his engorged shaft, watching her for a reaction. He was not disappointed as he saw her mouth fall open and her face take on that intense, aroused look he had come to know and love. Licking the palm of his right hand, he wrapped it around his cock and began to stroke up and down, the precum gathering at his tip. He smiled slightly as he noticed how she had begun to struggle to escape her bonds in response to his hoarse moans. He laughed, seemingly amused. This frustrated her all the more.

"Come here," she tried to command him.

"Why?" he asked, feigning ignorance.

"I want to touch you, I want to run my hands all over you," she said huskily.

"That's nice," he said, and continued to stroke the length of his fully hard cock. Every now and then he would stop to re-moisten his hand.

His hand rubbed faster and faster, his other cupping his balls, and his moans became louder and more prolonged. She began moaning as well. She tried in vain to get free, and her moans became more and more frustrated as his became deeper and more intense.

Finally, he stopped, his breathing harsh and uneven in the relative silence of their bedroom, and he reached for her. He lay on the bed next to her and began to play with her breasts, using his tongue, teeth, and mouth to drive her to distraction. Her back arched forcefully, as if she were trying to push her breasts even further into her lover's mouth. He alternated between using light, fleeting brushes, and long, firm licks, both having a tremendous effect on her. He stopped for a moment to look up at her. Seeing him looking up at her from the vantage point of her breasts aroused her even more, if that were possible. He worked his way down the rest of her body until he came to rest at the juncture of her thighs. He lay with his head between them, his breath warm and moist upon her most sensitive parts. He blew a puff of air against her, and watched the slight shiver that travelled through her. Then he stopped, pulled back, and simply looked at her. She began to struggle with her bonds again.

"What's the matter, love?" he asked her with mock concern.

"If you don't know, I'm not going to tell you," she replied, determined not to give in to him. "

That's fine with me, sweetheart. But I'm not going to do anything unless you tell what it is you want," he answered, smiling slightly, knowing he had the advantage.

"I don't care," she replied stubbornly.

"O.K., well, I have to go now--I have some work to do," he said as he rose to leave,

"NO! I mean, no. Where are you going?" she asked.

"I told you. I have work to do, and if you're not going to tell me what you want, why should I waste my time?"

"Please," she beseeched.

"Please, what?"

"Don't go."

"Why should I stay? You obviously don't want me."

"I do. I want you."

"Oh? What do you want?" he asked.

She remained silent. He rose to leave.

"Wait, please stay."

"Only if you tell me what you want, thou