She was a tease (part 1)

Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4, Part 5

I finally had her in my house, and more importantly, in my bed. We'd been kissing and groping each other for about an hour on the couch, and when I suggested moving to the bedroom, she didn't say no. But I'd been here before. She'd been leading me on like this for months, always getting to the point of almost... and then leave. Excuse after excuse, and there I'd be, angry, frustrated, with only my hand for company.

But it was stopping tonight.

So there we were, kissing, touching. Her, beautiful in the flush of lust and desire on her face, laying on my bed with her hair spread out like a halo around her head. Kissing... I love to kiss this woman, she has one of the most passionate mouths I've ever had the pleasure to encounter. I've spent days dreaming of how it would feel around my cock... but the little tease has never even been close to it.

I was on top of her, kissing her hard, moving my mouth slowly to the side of her face and down to her neck. There's a spot, just under the lobe of her ear along the line of her jaw that had always made me crazy. I nibbled it, a little harder than I usually do, and she moaned deeply. Her hand snaked down between us and she squeezed my cock through my pants, causing me to moan in return. I'd been waiting so long for this. I moved my hand up, trying to get it up under her shirt, but she moved like a snake and stopped me, whispering "We barely know each other" in my ear, followed by that giggle... the one that told me we were almost finished here, at least according to her.

The handcuffs were on the dresser near the bed, right where I'd left them earlier when I found out she was coming over. In one fairly fluid move, I turned her over onto her stomach and grabbed the cuffs from the dresser. She didn't hear the sound of metal on metal as I straddled her waist; she was laughing, telling me to be careful or I'd hurt her. It wasn't until I had one hand bent back to the small of her back that she started to understand what was going on, and started to struggle.

First one, then the other cuff clicked into place around her wrists. I sat back, enjoying my handiwork.