Death by Chocolate

I felt his reactions, and egged them on with my tongue, hands and naked body. Smearing the chocolate over both of us.
 
Groaning with pleasure at the touch of her tongue, fingers and naked body, we are soon both delightfully dirty and sticky. I pull slightly at my bonds, wanting to grab her and pull her onto me, but realizing that I have to wait.
 
I turned and straddled him, chocolate literally dripping from me to him. Our sweat making it fluid. I kept just high enough he had no contact, and began running my hands up and down his body. Stroking and rubbing, massaging the chocolate in. Occasionally licking my fingers clean. I could see him straining to get free, the lust in his eyes, and the hard cock inches from my pussy signs he was in terrible need.
 
I moan with desire for her, loving the touch of her hands on me, wanting, no needing more though, wanting to feel her around me, on me, squeezing me. I struggle against the bonds, trying to reach out and grab her and thrust her down onto my straining cock.
 
I move till the head of his cock is at my entrance, his straining more erotic then I ever guessed. I was in control now. Though I wanted to sink down onto him, to feel impaled on him. I restrained myself, teasing him. Only allowing the tip to touch me, stroke me. To feel the juices and wetness as I became more aroused.
 
I try to thrust my hips upwards, wanting to feel myself slipping inside of her, burying myself in her, but she moves herself with each of my movements, teasing me, keeping me just barely brushing against her.

Finally, the torment too much, I crack, "Please, please baby, I want to feel you, I want to be inside of you, stop teasing me, please, I'm begging you."
 
"Naughty baby. You want this?" I let him slide a bit further, slowly, keeping control still.
"Or this?" All at once settling on him, moaning as he filled me completely.
 
Groaning, finally inside of her, feeling her settle onto me, hilting herself. "Oh yes baby, that's what I needed."

Throwing my head back, my eyes close as I feel her working her muscles, clutching at me, squeezing me tightly before starting to slide up and down on me.
 
I sit still for a moment, watching his eyes, then slowly start to ride him. Feeling every inch, every vein of him as I slide up and down. I bite my lip, wanting to go wild, but knowing a slow, intense build up was best.
He lay beneath me, still straining on his bonds. A dab of chocolate on the tip of his nose, I lean in and lick it off, then keep licking, finding trails of it on his cheeks, but avoiding his lips. They would capture me there, and I would give in. I sat back up, settling on him, not moving, and saw the tie holding his right wrist was fraying, close to breaking. I decided to see how badly he wants free, and left it.
I shift and my motions start getting rougher, quicker. Leaning forward as I feel his cock withdrawing, rubbing against my clit as it does. Too much more of that and I will lose any control I pretended to have. So I stop. Still. Sitting there, him buried within me, straining and thrusting, trying to get me to keep moving. I reach around and cup his balls, so full, for me. Gently massaging them, but still sitting still. His eyes frantic and his arms straining harder to be free
 
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