Don't Stop

"What is that?" asked Ron staring at the word I had just placed on the scrabble board.

"Qat." I answered counting up my points. "It's some kind of shrub. That's 24 points."

"I don't think so," he laughed.

"Are you challenging me?" I gave him a devilish grin and reached for the scrabble dictionary. "I wouldn't if I were you." He sighed a looked up and down my long legs stretched across the floor. I was dressed in a black teddy, g-string and heels, and intentionally gave him a view of my crotch as I reached for more letters.

"This really isn't fair," he groaned looking at the tiles on his tray. He rearranged them and tried to concentrate on the board.

"What?" My tone sounded innocent, but my eyes were laughing.

"Sitting there like that and looking so hot, and then expecting me to think of words. All I can think about are these legs." He reached out and lightly stroked one from ankle to knee. "And these beautiful thighs." His hand went beneath my knee and slid up the back.

I giggled and pulled my legs to side out of his reach. "It's your turn. Remember?"

"You'll pay for this later," he threatened, looking back to his letters.

I sipped my wine and closed my eyes. It was another great evening with Ron. I wondered if they would all be like this. A delicious dinner of pasta, salad and fresh bread; soft, relaxing music; a cool ocean breeze moving across the room; and great conversation mixed with moments of kissing and touching.

And the love making. It was always long and passionate. Sometimes slow and tender, but more often the hot and nasty kind of fuck that made me wonder where the words I screamed out came from. I loved having a man that could bring it all out in me.

I opened my eyes to see how he was doing. At least he was still concentrating on the board. He was stretched out across the floor in shorts, and I admired the strength of his body. At 40, he still looked like a much younger man. His black skin looked like satin in the dim lighting. Satin that would cover my body before the night was through.

It was obvious that his turn was going to take longer than usual and I chuckled inwardly. It was somehow gratifying as a woman to be able to make a man lose his concentration. I took off my heels and looked at my toes, remembering that Ron said he would help me paint them earlier in the day. I wiggled my toes and he looked over at them and then up at me.

"We forgot to paint my toes."

"Yes we did," he said leaning over and extending his tongue underneath my big toe and slowly moving it up to the top. He wrapped his lips over the entire toe and I melted from the sensation.

"Oh god," I moaned, trying not to pull away from his lips. He caressed each toe and tickled the crevices between them until he had anointed each one. Replacing his mouth with his hand, he rubbed my foot as he resumed his concentration on the game.

I reached into my bag for the red polish and clear overcoat, and bent my leg up to polish the first foot. The position gave Ron a clear view of my pussy, which he took a few moments to enjoy.

"I'll paint this one," I said. "And then you can do the other one."

"Sounds like a deal," he said without looking up. I could tell he was getting close to finally making a move on the board. I painted each toe with the Midnight Red polish and finished just as he placed his word.

"Well, that's the best I can do," he said leaning back. "Civic. 20 points with a double word."

I wrote down his score while he took the nail polish and reached for my other foot. He held it firmly as he began his task. I glanced between my letters and his progress as he made his first attempt at painting toenails. He laughed as he wiped some paint off the skin on my toe. I couldn't help but chuckle as well.

"I had no idea how hard this was to do."

"Wait until you get to the little toe," I warned. "There is hardly any nail at all."

"Oh god," he said looking over at it. "How do you paint that?"

I laughed and went back to thinking about my letters. I had only five left and was more than 50 points ahead of him. All I had to do was play them and I would win. I quickly found a spot and laid them on the board just as Ron finished with my toes.

He was outwardly laughing at his amateur's attempt at a pedicure. I looked down and smiled. It was a decent attempt and I loved the fact the he wanted to do it. He seemed to always want to please me in little ways.

"I think next time I leave the top coat for you," I laughed.

"That's probably a good idea," he said still trying to get paint off the bottom of one of my toes.

"Well, you know I won the game," I informed him.

"Then you can put it away while I prepare for the rest of our evening."

"Oh?" I smiled with a raised eyebrows. "You need to prepare?"

He didn't answer as he got up and took our wine glasses into the kitchen. My mind whirled with possibilities as I picked the tiles up and placed them into the bag. What was he planning now?

I put the game away and watched as he lit two candles in the large studio. The light reflected off the high ceiling as he turned the dimmer switch completely off.

"I want you to put your heels back on and go lie in the middle of the bed and get comfortable," he said going into a large walk-in closet. The king-size futon bed was pulled out and laid on the floor. I followed his instructions, propping a couple of pillows behind my head. They rested against the futon frame made out of large pieces of bamboo.

When Ron returned from the closet, he moved sensuously towards me and turned so that I could see he was wearing a red, silk g-string.

"Reach above you and grab onto the frame," he requested. I slowly raised my arms up and wrapped my fingers around he bamboo as he walked onto the mattress and stood above me. I smiled up at him as he straddled a leg on each side of my waist and looked down.

"Don't move," he whispered. He danced slowly and sensuously to the music, gyrating his hips above me. I could see his cock was hard and lying sideways against the fabric. I wanted to lick it. Suck it. Taste the drops of precum I could see were already wetting the fabric.

He turned so that his back faced me and ran his hands over his ass cheeks, bending provocatively to the music while he swayed them above me. They were full cheeks. Black, smooth, firm, and just crying out to be caressed. He too was an incredible tease when he wanted to be.

He slowly moved off the bed and walked over to a drawer built into a wall unit. Keeping my hands above me, I watched as he pulled out a new pair of leather restraints he had bought at a street fair a few weeks earlier. He smiled mischievously at me as he came back and knelt on the bed near my hands.

"I'm going to tie you up completely tonight," he said taking one hand and fastening the restraint. "Your hands and your feet." I said nothing while I watch him quickly secure first the left and then the right hand to their respective sides of the frame. He returned to the drawer and brought out the fur-lined leather cuffs we had used before and knelt between my legs and secured one to each ankle. He went back to the drawer and returned with a rope that he tied to one cuff, slipped under the mattress to the other side and then tied to the second ankle cuff, leaving just enough length so that I could bend my knees.

"Now we'll see just who can tease who," he said. I returned his evil look as he crawled between my legs and held his tongue inches away from my pussy. God I wanted to feel it slide across my clit. He flicked it quickly across my pussy; so quickly that it barely touched. I squirmed and tried to scoot myself closer to his mouth, but the arm restraints made it uncomfortable and I slid back up. He seemed pleased with my response and licked again, this time making contact with my clit.

"Yes!" I squealed with delight. Three more quick flickers of his tongue and I started to beg.

"Please..." I moaned.

"What?" he asked mimicking my earlier tone when I was teasing him.

"Don't tease me..." I whispered.

He laughed and then resumed between my legs. Finally, I felt his satin lips on my pussy and his tongue buried inside.

"Oh god," I moaned. "That's so good."

I tightened and arched against his mouth, greedy for his tongue. As I tensed he pulled away and kissed at my thighs. I relaxed and moaned for more. He raised my ass and licked at it as I squealed, and then slowly slid his tongue back up and inside my pussy. Back and forth his tongue traveled from pussy to ass until I begged him to let me come, but he stopped.

He looked up at me and smiled, pleased with my level of pleasure and frustration. I tried to move away from him and was quickly reminded of the ankle restraints. He flicked his tongue quickly over my clit and then smiled at me as he slowly slid a finger up into my juices and rolled it around.

"It's so wet, Baby," he whispered.

"You're making a puddle," I moaned.

He rolled his finger around in my pussy and then brought the wetness back to my ass and teased my anus. Slowly he pressed his finger in as his tongue returned to my clit. I went wild beneath him and grabbed onto the bamboo for support.

"Oh god, Baby," I begged. "Please don't stop." "Why?" he asked in an innocent tone, stopping both his finger and his tongue. I whimpered in frustration. I knew he was enjoying himself as much as I was, but I desperately wanted to come.

"Please Baby," I begged. "It's so good."

He renewed his efforts and soon had me back up to the peak, squirming against his lips, writhing against his finger in my ass, gripping the bamboo with all my strength.

"Don't stop!" I begged, and this time he continued.

"Yes!" I squealed feeling myself getting closer. "Don't stop... please!"

It was so hard for me come like this, but it was so good... so intense, I knew I would if he just kept going a little longer. Right there. Right in that same spot, in that same way.

"Oh...god!" I yelped louder. "Don't stop!"

He continued licking my clit and twisting his finger in my ass as I chanted "Don't stop!" until finally we made it up and over the top. I heard myself screaming in ecstasy as each orgasmic wave rolled through my body. He didn't stop until I finally cried out, "No more." As I moaned in the afterglow of my release, Ron released my ankles and wrists from the restraints and then pulled me into his arms.

"You're so good to me," I whispered, kissing his lips and tasting my pussy juices. "So very, very good to me."

"That sounded pretty intense," he chuckled. "I almost expected to hear my neighbors yell out Don't Stop!'"

I laughed and nuzzled into his chest. "Well, either that or Gag the bitch!' Maybe we should close the windows."

"Nah," said Ron moving between my legs. "They haven't heard anything yet!"