I walked into the living-room and sat on my lovers' lap, smiling innocently. He seemed to be tense and thinking about something. "What are you thinking about?" I ask softly. 

"Just... just some stuff with work," he replied stiffly. 

I kissed his lips, "let me take your mind off that," I whispered with a wink. I fold my legs either side of his thighs and rest my arms on his shoulders, holding my hands together softly. I brought my face closer to his, bringing our lips together.

"What's with the mood, baby?" He asks, relaxing slightly before kissing me back.

 I pull back and look into his swirling rich chocolate coloured eyes. "I don't know. It's kind of a mix between not wanting you tense and my random needy feelings that I have had lately," I admit. I stand up, pulling him up and gently guide him to the bedroom in my emerald green lingerie. "I chose this lingerie not only because I know you like this one best, but because it's my favourite," I murmur, giving him a peak of my lingerie. I kiss him lovingly after my little speech, not giving him the chance to respond.

He sits on the bed kissing me back, holding my cheek with one hand and supporting himself with the other. He nibbles my lip asking for entry which I allow. Our tongues dance and battle for dominance and I soon give up, letting him win the battle. My left hand tugs at his shirt, telling him I want it off. As we slowly stop kissing, he begins to unbutton his shirt in a teasing manner.

I bit my lip softly, watching him intently as he unbuttoned his shirt. I found my hands rubbing his thighs slowly, "wow, you really know how to tease a girl," I mutter breathlessly. 

He winked, "I learnt from you, the best." I blushed a deep crimson and my eyes flickered down to his lips. He leaned forward and began to taste my lips; I leaned into his touch, tasting his lips too. I stood up, kissing his lips once more and began to take off my dress.

 I winked at him, turned around and put a hand above my knickers. I teasingly pulled the back of them up and down, "do you want this ass?" I said seductively.

"And you said I teased you," he accused playfully. He stands up, walks forward and puts his hands on my waist. His hands made their way up to my lace bra and slowly removed it, exposing my fluttering chest. I giggled, feeling a blush start to form on my face as my chest became exposed. I turn around and run my hand over his crotch, taking my lace knickers off with the other hand and kneeling down to just the right height. He visibly grows as I unzip his trousers and continue rubbing him through the fabric.

Once his trousers and underwear were off, I took him in my small delicate hand and teased the head of his penis. Somehow we made it back over to the bed and he abruptly sat down groaning, "oh my god, Emily, you're just teasing me." He puts his hands on the bed to support his weight, making sure he doesn't fall off balance from the teasing.

"I know," I smirk, looking up at his flustered face. I decide to pleasure him a little more and start to pump his dick, debating on whether or not to use my mouth.

"Oh yeah," he moans quietly, closing his eyes in hopes of a new experience. I kiss the tip repeatedly as I continue to debate with myself. He squeezed his eyes tighter at my teasing, his hands weakening. I think to myself 'fuck it' and go in for it, not warming up my throat. I gag every time I bob my head and feel the tip hit the back of my throat.

 He falls back against the bed, trying to keep the moans back. His thoughts were clouded at how much tension there was down below, how he loved the feel of him inside my mouth and down my throat. I press my face down onto his lower half and keep it there, wiggling my face and attempting to speak but it coming out in vibrations. He was half way down my throat, constricting my air flow. His hands held my head, pushing my face deeper into his tidy pubes and making him go a little deeper down my throat.

All his thoughts switched from tension to how much shear pleasure and enjoyment he was getting. His body tenses; he feels a sensation irradiating and building in his lower half. He continues trying to keep his moans back but lets a few soft, quiet ones escape each time I bob my head the tiniest amount.

I choke a little and take my mouth off his cock, replacing it with my hand and breathe heavily. I continue to pump his dick as I climb onto his lap to kiss him and prepare. His hands hold my waist and smiles. "I'm so ready for you," I whisper in a needy manner. I align his cock with my entrance and slowly sit down onto it, my mouth hanging open and my eyes looking into his. He smirks and lifts his head up as I start to bounce.

He was huge, there was no denying that. It felt like I had two normal sized dildos inside me, one on top of the other. I slowly bounced on him, my eyes closing and soft moans escaping my mouth. "Oh!" I groaned as I felt him graze the spot. His grip on my hips tightens a little and he pulls them down so the head touches the entrance. "Yes!" I hiss, squeezing my eyes shut.

He groans, "eurgh, fuck, you're gonna make me come." I smirk and bounce once more, this time forcing the rest of him inside me, wincing as I did so. I wiggle around on him, making his dick pulse and grow. I hear a grunt emitting from his lips and feel a hot substance spill inside me.

I rested my head in your neck, moaning as he let his load out inside me. I whimpered his name and felt a few tears escape my eyes. I attempted to get off him, feeling extremely sore as we had never done that before and started to give a torturous hand-job. His eyes widened as I continued with a hand-job. "Whoa, Emily!" He exclaimed at me with an aching face.

"Yes babe?" I smile weakly.

"You don't have to keep going," he explained softly.

"I know but we're done with me. It's your turn," I state, not backing off from the hand-job.

"It's already been my turn," he stated, confused.

I chuckle, "you did come, yes, but you didn't get your torture."

"No, no! Oh my god, Emily... please," he begged, "please stop, it burns." I ignored his pleas and continued torturing him. "Please, love. Stop! I can't!"

"Can't what?" I asked quietly. 

"I can't keep going," he murmured painfully. I gave a small smile and kissed his cheek, not continuing with his torture. We slept peacefully.