Continuing a bad idea - White's Funhouse

She sat up just slightly, her fingers tugging the buttons of his shirt free. Her warm hands ran over him, even as her tongue found his throat. She bit him gently, not enough to cause pain, just a scraping of her teeth.

"I can put the dress back on," she whispered, though her hands were already tugging at his pants. "And we can go somewhere reputable. I don't mind."

He laughed as he enjoyed her kisses and bites. "You don't want to be reputable tonight." his hand wrapped around her waist.

Something about what he had said gave her pause. For just a moment, her hands stopped, and she turned her face away. But it was only a moment, then her hands were at work again, unbuttoning his pants with deft movements of her fingers.

"You're right. I don't." There was no hesitation in it, she said it firmly. Her head moved again, capturing his shoulder between her teeth again. She groaned against him, soft and sweet. "Don't be gentle," she whispered in his ear. "I do not need to be treated like a china doll again. If you're going to take me ... then take me. If not, I will leave you be."

He grinned as he pulled at her panties. "Oh, I will. But you need to prove that you want it."

She lifted her hips, giving him a better angle for pulling the lace from her skin. She looked at him, confused, but the moment the lace thong was away from her, her hands were on him again. Sliding around his back as she slid up, just shy of straddling his lap.

"And how do you think I should prove this?"

He grew hard beneath her. "Mount me. And I promise I will break you to your heart's delight."

His other hand on her ass squeezed hungrily, using it to guide her. He smiled up at her.

"You will break yourself on me." he whispered up to her, grinning.

She opened her eyes to look down at him. She continued to ride him with those smooth, hard strokes. But the look on her face was one of clear confusion.

"I ... do not ... break ... " was the panting whisper from her.

He grinned up at her, his eyes almost glowing. "Do you want to?" both hands squeezed again.

Her eyes widened as his hands squeezed. She seemed to laugh through her panting, though she never slowed, did not seem to tire in the least.

"Yes," was her quiet, hissing whisper. She had never broken. Of course she would like to. Just once ... just to see what is like ...

"I'm here." he half chuckled, half growled. "You're mine. Break for me."

His intensity picked up.

The change in his intensity caused her to draw in a sharp breath. She moaned, her hips picking up speed just a bit as she reached over, gripped his shoulders tightly. Her own intensity increased, but her blue eyes, wide and open, looked at him.

"No," she whispered, a quiet defiance. The first time she had ever truly defied him. "Not yet."

She whimpered as her hair was pulled back, her eyes closing. He was controlling the movement of her hips, but she was trying to pick up even more speed as she writhed on top of him.

Moaning, her fingers dug into his shoulders even more sharply. "Not yet ... " she said again, though this time, it was through clenched teeth.

She finally stopped moving, leaning forward to put her head against his shoulder. She laughed softly and shook her head.

"Sorry," she mumbled against his shoulder.

He caressed her tenderly. "For what?"

She laughed, leaning up to look at him.

"Didn't mean to pounce on you like that."