having them sit in a chair, the lights dimmed and music playing to really set the mood. smiling to myself as i walk out to them in the lingerie they picked out for me - one of the three sets i had left out for them to choose from. they groan as i walk out, pulling a satisfied smirk to my lipstick stained lips. maybe they try to put their hands on my hips, but i swat them away, tutting that they can look as much as they want, but they can’t touch. they groan again, but this time there’s a little more frustration. i stand in front of them, just barely swinging my hips back and forth. the tease doesn’t last long even on my end, slowly making my way to sit on their lap. i let out a soft sigh, feeling strong thighs and bulge beneath me as i drape my arms across their shoulders. i start rocking my hips, lifting ever so slightly so there isn’t too much actual pressure on their lap. my hands reach behind them to scratch my nails lightly across their neck, teasing their hairline. my hips keep rocking as i lean in closer, ghosting my lips over theirs but not touching, moving instead to their neck. i kiss and bite, leaving a few gentle marks on their hot skin. i’ve moved my hips down lower now, unable to resist teasing them completely. hearing their breathing, hearing their suppressed moans as i tease against their bulge beneath me. my hands are now braced on their shoulders, anchoring myself as my hips keep rocking. i can practically feel their arms twitching, wanting to put their hands on me, but still doing as they’re told. i stand up for just a brief moment, leaning in as i rise to plant a quick kiss on their lips. i resume my same position, but this time my back is facing them, grinding my ass more deliberately into them. i hear them curse behind me and i glance down to see their hand curled into a tight fist, desperate to touch me. after a few more long minutes, i spin back around to face them and lean in for another kiss. this one is slower, deeper and i barely pull away to tell them “okay.” i can barely get the word out before their hands are on my hips, holding me and rocking me faster into their lap, against their bulge. it’s my turn to moan, smirking as i watch them and feel them against me, hands holding me so tight i know i’ll be bruised later. their lips finally find my neck, biting hard and matching the marks i left on them. my nails dig into their back and suddenly, they’re standing and my legs wrap around their waist before they lay me on the bed and remind me who’s in charge
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