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face in my hands and then slowly pushed my hips forward until the hard swollen tip of my cock was resting on her tongue. Emily’s eyes were enormous, fixed upon my face and her mouth filled with saliva. I held myself between her lips for a long moment and then inched myself deeper into her mouth.
    Instinctively Emily’s mouth clamped tight around the heat of my shaft. I gave her a sharp warning look, and her expression altered. She let out a long breath through her nose and the tension in her melted a little. I thrust slowly forward until I felt the tip of my cock brush against the back of her throat, and then withdrew myself quickly, before she gagged.
    “Again.” I said.
    We repeated the process for several minutes until Emily understood that her mouth was being used for my pleasure. She became completely passive, and when her eyes at last closed and the final shreds of her resistance drained away, I began to rock my hips, at last able to enjoy the sensations as her tongue fluttered along my shaft and my cock became coated with the moist wetness of her desire to please.
    In the back of her throat Emily was making little grunting noise of contentment – maybe satisfaction. Having surrendered entirely, she was suddenly perfectly pliant. I used her hungry mouth until I felt the first tingling thrill of my own desire begin to peak, and then drew back from her lips and stared, smiling, down into her eyes.
    We drifted towards the bed and Emily stretched out on her back, looking to me for guidance and direction. I spread her legs with my hands and knelt before her. Her pussy was glistening with her own arousal, like dewdrops on a rose at dawn. I drew my tongue slowly along the soft smooth folds of her sex, and she went rigid in the grips of sudden sensitive desire.
    I told Emily she could not come – and then I tortured her.
    Her performance in front of the glass kitchen doors had taught me a great deal about how Emily brought herself to orgasm. With my tongue and the tips of my fingers I set about replicating her movements, alternating light and firm pressure, licking at the warm rush of her juices and drinking in the taste of her. She began to thrash upon the bed, starting with a gentle rock and rise of her pelvis as the need for her to come took hold. The rhythmic movements of her body became quickly more urgent. Quivering tension reached her legs and she became restless on the bed. Her head swished from side to side on the big pillows and then I felt her hands, hooked into claws, scratching at my shoulders. Her nails were like talons. They hooked into my flesh and then she threw back her head, her jaw locked tight and her eyes squeezed closed.
    I stopped.
    For an instant Emily laid frozen in that arched, strained pose – and then her eyes fluttered open and the breath she had been holding escaped in a long quivering gasp. She looked down between her open wide knees to where I was crouched, trembling, her expression bewildered and crestfallen.
    I started again, drawing the button of her clit gently between my lips and at the same time slowly sliding one of my fingers inside her. Emily groaned. She was already close to the brink. Now she began to push her pussy against my mouth, slowly grinding and gyrating her hips to keep contact as my lips drew back, and I flickered my tongue gently across her. My touch was teasing, tantalizing – deliberately never applying enough pressure for long enough to trigger her orgasm. Emily started to sob with bitter frustration. It reached the point where I was literally forcing her to be aroused, despite her resistance. She was helpless… and I was merciless.
    When I finally covered her with my body and the length of my cock slid deep between the aching wet folds of her pussy, Emily’s body turned limp in my arms.
    She asked me if she could come. I told her no.
    “Not until I’m finished with you.”
    I took my time, savoring the feel of her firm resilient flesh beneath me, attuned to