I withdraw and smile down at her.I withdraw and smile down at her. I shift my hips until my engorged member is inches from her panting mouth. Her eyes widen as she realizes my intentions. To her surprise, I stand and move to my seat by the fire. I sit, and draw a blanket around my shoulders. Once again, flute music fills the inside of my lodge. "What are you doing?" I can hear Sylvia's incredulous voice above the plaintive notes of my flute. "Don't stop now. Oh, please. Don't stop now." I ignore her. Eventually, she realizes the futility of her pleas. Her breathing soon becomes less ragged and she drifts off to sleep. I again awaken her with hands and fingers attacking her breasts and mouth. Her passions are aroused to the breaking point. As she approaches her release, I stop abruptly and leave her begging for more. I rise and resume my place by the fire. Again, the flute. During the first few hours of the night, I continue her sweet torture. Sylvia is alternately permitted to sleep and then is awakened and brought to the brink of climax. |