“Please…”
“Please what?” Luisa looked up at her with wide eyes that were entirely, transparently fake in their innocence. “I’m just taking my time. Just like you did earlier, remember?”
Amy let out an exasperated groan that was halfway between frustration and laughter. “I’m regretting that now.”
Luisa grinned and kissed her way lower, down Amy’s stomach, taking her time over every inch, her lips and tongue making Amy’s muscles jump. When she reached the point where Amy’s hip met her thigh, she paused, her breath warm against Amy’s skin, so close to where Amy was desperate for her to be.
Then she moved to the other hip and started again.
“You’re evil,” Amy gasped.
“Just keeping my promise from earlier.” Luisa’s fingers finally, finally brushed between Amy’s legs, the lightest possible touch, barely there, and Amy’s whole body responded, a jolt running through her. But Luisa’s fingers were already gone, trailing back up Amy’s thigh, and Amy actually whimpered.
Luisa’s eyes widened. “Was that a whimper? From my gorgeous Amy?”
“Shut up and touch me.”
“Not yet.” Luisa was fully in her stride now, the nervousness gone, replaced by something much more playful. She settled between Amy’s spread legs and lowered her mouth to the inside of Amy’s thigh, kissing along her skin, getting closer and closer to where Amy was aching for her. Amy could feel Luisa’s breath, warm and maddeningly near, and she tried to shift her hips but couldn’t get close enough.
When Luisa’s tongue finally made contact, a single, slow stroke, Amy cried out, her hands clenched against her thighs. It felt incredible, the relief of being touched after all that teasing, and Luisa seemed to sense it because she kept going, her tonguemoving with a gentle, unhurried rhythm that started to build Amy toward something that felt like it was going to be massive.
Amy could feel it coming, feel the tension coiling deep inside, her breathing getting faster, her moans coming closer together. She was so close, right on the edge, and then Luisa stopped. Just stopped. She lifted her head and looked at Amy with a smile, her lips glistening with what Amy knew was her own arousal.
“No!” Amy gasped. “Don’t stop… I was right there…”
“I know,” Luisa said, sounding enormously pleased with herself. “That’s the point, isn’t it?”
Amy let her head fall back against the pillow, panting, her whole body thrumming with unreleased tension. She could feel the frustrated energy in every muscle, her hands straining uselessly against the cuffs, her legs parted and unable to do a thing about it.
Luisa gave her maybe thirty seconds, kissing the inside of her thighs, her stomach, letting Amy’s breathing slow just enough, and then her tongue was back, finding exactly the right spot, the right pressure, and Amy felt herself climbing again almost immediately, faster this time because her body was already primed, and it built and built and she was so close, she was right there, and Luisa stopped again.
“Fuck…” Amy moaned, and Luisa laughed. Actually laughed. Amy realised that Luisa was genuinely enjoying this, finding real pleasure in the power of it, in watching Amy helpless under her control.
The third time Luisa brought her close it was with her fingers, slipping two inside while her thumb worked in slow circles, and Amy could feel herself clenching around Luisa’s fingers, could feel every nerve ending firing, the orgasm building like a wave and then Luisa’s hand slowed, slowed, stopped, her fingers still inside Amy but motionless, and Amy heard herself make a desperate sound.
“Please, Luisa, please…” The words came out desperate. “I need to cum… please let me cum…”
“Hmm,” Luisa said thoughtfully, as if she was genuinely giving it consideration. “Not yet, I think.” She started to move her fingers again, slowly, barely moving, just enough to keep Amy suspended in that agonising state between almost and not quite.
“Talk to me,” Amy gasped, reaching for anything that might push her over the edge. “In Spanish. Please. Talk to me in Spanish.”
Luisa’s eyes lit up at that. She leaned close to Amy’s ear, her fingers still moving with torturous slowness, and whispered, “Te gusta cuando te hago esto?” She kissed Amy’s neck. “Quieres más?”
“Yes… whatever you just said, yes…”
“I asked if you like it when I do this to you,” Luisa murmured, her fingers curling slightly. “And if you want more.” Another kiss on Amy’s neck. “Eres tan hermosa así… completamente mía…” Her fingers curled deeper inside Amy and Amy’s back arched, straining against the restraints.
“What was that?” Amy gasped.
“I said you’re so beautiful like this. Completely mine.” Luisa’s lips brushed Amy’s ear. “Quieres que te deje acabar?”
“What does that mean?” Amy panted.
Luisa pulled back to look at her, smiling. “I asked if you want me to let you finish.”
“God, yes. Please.”
“Then ask me. In Spanish.”
