I knew he’d eventually take the invitation between my legs, all I had to do was wait and it wasn’t long before his candle was completely burnt, then he grabbed me by the hips, lifted my ass and dug in.
Silly boy, so predictable. He always did like me sitting on his face. I only had to pull one end of the scarf and I was free, free to really sit on his face but his turn is over. So I sat on him, rubbing myself slowly against him while kissing his neck, his hands wanted to play but I grabbed them with mine and put them aside. His burning like I am and I’m so wet that grinding is ever so slippery, one wrong move and I’ll have him inside and as much as I want to, it isn’t time yet.
I’ve always thought that sex is a game and it should be enjoyed and my favorite part of the game is foreplay. If you jump right into it then it’s over and if you’re enjoying yourself then why rush it?
Foreplay has a magic of its own. It isn’t about explicitly touching each other or caressing all the right places, it’s about craving one another, touching with more than your hands, playing with your entire bodies until the inevitable happens. I knew all I had to do was stretch my body over his to reach the scarf and entertain his sight and his playful tongue with my breasts while I tied his hands to the bed, lucky me he didn’t oppose much to me taking over.
Lucky me, now I have him all to myself.
Source: reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/hp4kqc/this_is_war_part_5
Playful and hot.