His words, "Not yet" echoed in her ears long after he spoke and unlocked something that hadn't been provoked in some time.

If he was hoping this teasing would boil her over and goad her into making the first move, she wouldn't force herself on him. Little did he know, she was secretly delighted in being told what to do. She stood completely still, as his cheek grazed against hers and his nose nuzzled up her neck. She didn't react as his hands firmly gripped her body. Strong clenches up her arms and around her waist invoked no response. Even when his hands parted her shirt from her skin and his calluses grazed up the small of her back, over her belly and between her breast, she did not move. It was only her eyes that tracked him as he moved from place to place, staring deeply back at him, waiting. No. Yearning for more instructions.

His grazes became pecks which then became nibbles over her exposed neck and collar bone. He gave up a single lasting kiss when she failed to react to his teases. In her mind, she was convinced she was starting to turn the tide.

Both of his hands met her waist at the same time as his fingers pressed into her sides. She firmed up her posture as he lifted up her shirt to show off her soft belly. She remained still to intentionally cooperate no further. He expected his glare to give off his intention but she continued to stand still, just as before.

"Arms up", he was forced to ask. To which she slowly obliged. She raised her arms out to each side slowly like a ballet dancer, until she was reaching as high as she could. He continued pulling her shirt directly upwards reaching higher than her to get the sleeves over her raised hands. Once clear of her extended fingers, he released the garment, letting it fall just behind her feet.

She stood topless, arms still skyward as he traced down her forearms and backs of her arms, cupping her shoulders and coming to a stop at her narrowest point above her waist. He leaned in for another kiss but the awkwardness of her extended reach made it short lived. He expected to naturally fall into one another's arms pulling each other in, respectively, but that didn't happen. He reached up to guide them down and around his neck and continued.

She remained committed and had no plans to make any moves unless instructed. His deep kissing continued, tongues met and lips we tugged politely with teeth. Holding one another close, she could already feel his enthusiasm growing in his pants. His fingers were already disarming her button fly and zipper before she realized they were no longer caressing her back. He made short work of them and she was silently impressed with his progress. With her pants undone and a single fold of the waistband turned down he took a step back and spoke again; "Take them off".

She didn't hesitate. Thumbs tucked in her waistband, she peeled them over her hips and down her thighs. Passing her knees she balanced on one foot to pull them completely off one leg and shuffled to the other. She piled them over her shirt and stood back up.

"Those too", he gestured to her panties. She effortlessly whisked them over her hips and gravity dropped them to her ankles. Again, one foot at a time she stepped out and dragged them behind her with her foot.

She stood totally still, eyes locked on his, completely naked while he remained fully dressed in front of her. Even though it was only late afternoon and the sun barged in from every window, she made no attempts to move out of view of what could have been an overly curious neighbor or passing by truck. She couldn't. She hadn't been told to.

He stepped to her forcefully. One hand covered her exposed tit and the other on the opposing asscheck. He kissed her lips once, quickly and moved on immediately. Once on her cheek, once more on her neck, once on her collarbone and down her chest. His hands falling down her body to steady himself as he lowered. Her nippes were already hard from the circumstances and the cool air in the room. His warm mouth was most welcomed around them. His talent continued between them both, flicking quickly, passing over slowly, pressing and teasing.

His journey continued down earning a slight reaction when his stubble dragged across her belly. She quickly covered her reaction and simply watched his descent. He was fully on his knees, with small soft kisses on her inner thighs and above. He inverted his hands and placed one on the inside of either thigh. He dragged them lower until they held each ankle. He pressed against them in hopes to separate her feet and expose his tongue's next target. Even though he never spoke, forcing her legs open was a clear instruction. She picked one foot to plant and slide the other across the kitchen floor, opening for him.

His tongue drove inside her deeply as a first deployment. This was the first time she closed her eyes and broke her stare at him. She couldn't deny that the anticipation was beginning to weigh on her. His tongue darted around her spectacularly reading her like braille. She'd never ask but desperately wanted him to make more demands of her. His hands were squeezing her thighs hard enough she was sure his thumbs would leave bruises. Bruises in two days time she would poke and delight in the pain reminiscing on this very moment.

The anticipation continued to grow and that tingle deep inside her was starting. She reached back and put both palms on the countertop behind her. She leaned slightly which provided him more access and his tempo had not diminished since he began. If she wasn't grasping the counter for balance she would have grabbed a handful of hair and held him exactly in place as the tingle continued to swell inside her.

She hadn't cum in months. It was hard for her to do. But this - this was heading there. Given that it happens so rarely, her loyalty to his instructions was beginning to break down. She wanted this badly. So badly that she wasn't going to let his lack of orders stop her. She leaned back far enough that without the counter behind her, she would have fallen. She leaned and lifted one leg up high enough to place her foot on his back. He knew that she was close, and did not change his methods. Her positioning simply made it easier to access.

She was almost there. She was probably digging her heel into his back and now pulling his hair more than she planned but she was so close. Her eyes began to roll back as it started. A warm rush from her clit washed over her lower half. Her arms went weak and he had not yet stopped lapping at her body. She was grateful for his strength, holding her up from below or she would have surely collapsed without him. She caught herself breathing deep as she slowly put her elevated foot onto the floor, her hip suddenly showing a kink from the positioning. It was a very small price to pay for the experience.

She still held tightly on the counter behind her as he raised up face to face. They stared back at one another until he broke the silence.

"Kiss me" he instructed. She barely got to crack a smirk before his lips and tongue were pressed on hers.