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[ She watches him, then reaches out just to swipe her hand down his chest. ]

That's just a part of the fun, Daniel.

[ Rolling of one die, and then the other, take place swiftly, and after consultation of his MID Tex is left with her instructions: a five and a two, meaning she is to nibble at his chest or back.

Tex scoots over to him, a sly smile on her lips. She pushes him back onto his back, then straddles him at his hips. Since this is the second time for them today she's not as impatient as she proved to be each of the two times they've had sex so far—she runs her hands over his chest and arms, then works the buttons on his shirt and pushes it open. She hasn't properly spent time appreciating his musculature here, and she runs her hands over his pecs and abs before bending her lips to his chest. She usually combines biting with sucking but since the two are mutually exclusive on the dice, she sticks to nibbling as she proceeds.

But the game isn't specific about combining the prescribed actions with things that aren't on the dice. She nibbles and licks a line from one nipple to the other, then drags her teeth on his nipple more firmly than she had on the planes of his chest. At the same time her fingers go to his other nipple and she rolls it lightly between her fingertips. ]

[He'd suggested the game simply because it was a game and could therefore be interesting, and because he knew dice were handy. What he hadn't projected is the fact that it makes him want to be temporarily passive, and that the obligation to roll would make him active again.

Still, for the time she's pecking at his chest, he leans back, encouraging her by resting a hand at the back of her head. Then she nips at one nipple and pinches the other between her fingertips, and he starts and makes a soft, sharp sound; his hand begins to clench, tugging slightly at her hair.

He processes the sensation as both slightly painful and pleasurable, something that goes to his head and to his groin in equal measure. It's strange. His inclination is to pull her up and kiss her, but that would seem to be against the rules of the game for as long as they're playing it, so he doesn't.]

You take your tasks seriously.

[His tone is gently teasing.]

[ She glances up at him, smirking a bit. ]

I'm glad you're coming to understand me.

[ She continues to lavish attention on him for another several moments, biting a line back to the other nipple and giving it the same treatment as the first before pulling away. She grabs the dice and sets them on his chest so he doesn't have to get up. ]

Your turn.

[ It should be clear, with that, that no matter what he rolls, she intends to stay right here, straddled on top of him. ]

[He's more prepared when he feels her teeth on the second nipple: better able to process the way it's just at the edge of being uncomfortable, better able to keep from straining underneath her -- but he lets that part happen anyway.

It's a little bit awkward to roll dice that are on his own chest, but he holds as still as he can and manages it without too much trouble. He gets a 3, then a 4.]

"Kiss arm or leg." -- What if I want to kiss both of them?

[He doesn't wait for an answer before he takes her hand and kisses the back of it, then the palm, then laces his fingers with hers. He moves up her arm to the crook of her elbow, keeping his mouth soft.]

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Make it happen, then.

[ It doesn't bother her that his roll led to something gentler, less sexual. With the way he's carrying it out, it's certainly sensual. Again, there are no rules against herself reciprocating in ways that aren't part of the dice activities, so she cups his cheek with her other hand and runs her thumb along the shell of his ear. ]

[He releases the hand he's holding and leans into the hand that's touching his ear, then finds the fastening of the skirt and undoes it. It takes some contortion and some changing of positions before he can reach it, but he kisses her hip once it's bare, then pulls the skirt down further and kisses her thigh.]

I suppose the way you win this game is by getting bored with it.

[He's not bored yet, however.]

Your roll.

[The dice are on the bed... somewhere. He pats blindly at the mattress with his hand, still kissing her, before he finds one and holds it triumphantly in the air at arm's length.]

[ She ends up sitting on his chest by the time he's done kissing various parts of her, but she scoots back down to roll the dice. ]

Mm...maybe that's one way of looking at it.

[ She rolls, right onto his chest as he had done. A two and a three—which indicates she should suck at the skin of his thighs. ]

You're losing your clothes faster than me.

[ Her tone is teasing, quite pleased. She runs her hands down his sides, scooting back enough to be able to reach the fastening on his pants. She doesn't simply undo his pants and pull them off, though—she has a goal in mind here, which is to entice him, even if this act isn't quite the one she wishes she could carry out at this point. She keeps her hands roving, teasing his navel with her thumbs, then unfastening his pants. She works them down independent of the undergarment underneath, slips them down his legs, and pulls them off his feet. Now she's kneeling at the end of the bed between his calves, and she runs her fingers along his feet, shins, and knees before leaning in to put her mouth to his inner thigh.

Will the skin of his thighs bruise as easily as the soft skin of his neck? She intends to find out. She sucks at several spots, moving from one thigh to the other, and working her way closer and closer to his balls. She ends by putting her mouth to his cloth-covered genitals and licking lightly along the length of him, pulling away after a quick lap at his navel and grabbing the dice before he can. ]

So sorry, my turn again.

[ This is said with a wicked smirk. ]

[He glances at her new rolls with raised eyebrows, then shrugs as if it can't be helped -- it's a terrible shame, etc. etc. -- and rests his head against the pillows.

What she's doing almost immediately works on him as well as she could have wished. His slight hardness turns into a real erection as she sucks at the sensitive skin on his inner thighs, then tongues his length with only a thin layer of cloth separating them. He has to make a point of regulating his breathing, but he still trembles. It's an issue of both sensation and anticipation, and he wants more.

He doesn't make any move to take the dice back from her when she nabs them. That she may cheat and what she may do is easy to predict at this point, and entirely welcome. Still:]

The penalty for cheating... [(his voice is thick)]... is taking off the rest of your clothes.

What a cruel punishment.

[ She does as he likely expected, setting the dice down one at a time, purposely turning them so that the message is to suck on the genitals. ]

Oh, look. I guess, since I stole your turn...we should both do this one. What do you think?

[ She returns to the space between his legs, pulling her top off, followed by the skirt, which is easily pull up over her head since the fastening is undone. She works her underwear off, then pulls his off. But none of this is done in a hurry. In fact, she runs her hands over his skin between the removal of each garment, though she's out of reach for him to return the favor.

Once that's all taken care of, she crawls over him, turning around, and lowers her pelvis toward his face. He'll likely help her get things lined up properly. ]

[This is the first time since this began the night before that he's felt like he might truly be in over his head -- where his inexperience might show, or he might be overwhelmed by everything that's happening. Yet it's still interesting to explore the areas she takes him to, even if she's not aware that they're new territory for him. The undressing is easy to submit to -- it's what comes next that worries him a little.

He elects just to go with it. If it doesn't work for either of them, they can move on to something else. He's never done what he's about to do with her, but he'd never done the vast majority of the other things they've done, either, and it's good to try them with a more seasoned guide.

He wraps his arms around her thighs, helping her line things up properly. It's a decent fit. Her skin is warm and smooth, and he has to remind himself that she's not in her usual form... it's hard to say how long the connection itself will last, and if it does, she may not always look or feel like this. But she'd been pretty in a different way before this.

He separates the folds surrounding her clit with a delicate touch, then kisses her inner thighs a few times, then puts his mouth on her more directly -- no teeth, gentle suction.

How he'll stand up to reciprocation is another matter.]

[ It's immediately apparent as he begins to use his mouth on her that their height difference is going to become a factor, which is a terrible shame in her opinion. She has to scoot forward a bit to be able to bring her mouth to the head of his cock—which shouldn't be too much of an obstacle, since he can bend his neck forward to reach her. It'll just be when she goes to draw more of him into her mouth, she thinks, that this will be more of a problem.

Until that happens, in the meantime, she lavishes attention on the head of his cock with her tongue—she licks the end of his foreskin, then circles the base of the head with her tongue, before drawing it slowly into her mouth. She doesn't start sucking yet, though, just licks it wetly and circles the head again. At the same time she begins drawing her hand down the shaft, and scratching lightly at his balls. ]

[The length of her torso isn't quite extensive enough to make this easy, and while he lifts his head as she leans forward, trying to maintain their contact, it's not exactly comfortable. It'll strain his neck if he does it for too long.

That won't be for a while, though. For the time being, he seems to be able to suck and lick with a firm tongue automatically: it keeps him from making more than a soft, helpless noise when she takes the head of his cock into her mouth. He flexes his fingers into a grip on her thighs. Only one or two things in the physical realm have ever felt better in his life, and they've all entered it in the past twenty-four hours.

To encourage her, he tries to keep his tongue moving faster, and he straightens his left arm and tries to find her breast with his hand, intending to cup and massage it.]

[ She hums a high-pitched sound and starts sucking on the head of his cock when he finds her breast. Reciprocation seems to be the name of the game—escalating things when he escalates, and waiting for him to return the favor. She's not impatient, but she does tip her hips back and forth a little to encourage him to keep a consistent motion up with his tongue.

Soon enough she finds that it's time to broaden the scope of what she's doing, which necessitates pulling away from his mouth just a tad, like she'd predicted. It's strange, though—she seems programmed to find blow-jobs enjoyable, and to know exactly how to execute them, yet when she draws him fully into her mouth she gags a little. A limitation of the body she's been placed in, it seems. She avoids repeating the mistake, sucking him to about half the depth of her mouth, bobbing her mouth up and down his shaft. She interrupts this action now and then with a broad lick, a circle around the head, in a repetition of her initial act. ]

[When she takes him further into her mouth, his head falls back, and he moans -- but she gags, so he strokes her thigh encouragingly with the hand that's still on it.

It seems that it's easier for her to take less of him into her mouth the same way it's easier for him not to try to maintain the contact of his mouth with her clit. He frees his arm from under her leg -- carefully -- then reaches between them so that he can stimulate her with his hand. He slips his thumb into her and touches her with his index finger, but there isn't much room to move them.

Can this get much better? He needs further information, and he gets it when the velvet stroke of her hot tongue awakens something new, something that he feels at his core. He's not particularly close to coming, but he moans again.]

Oh! Allison.

[ He's smart enough not to leave her unstimulated, and she welcomes the feeling of his hand against her, being wet enough from his tongue for the change in sensation not to matter too much. The places where he touches her are tingling with her desire for him. She whimpers again and chances drawing him further into her mouth on the next pass.

And then he calls her name. That cements it—being called Allison by him is very different from being called Allison by someone else. She shudders a little to hear it, then thrusts her hips down against his hand, bobbing her head a touch faster as she continues to suck at him. She pauses to give him another broad lick with her tongue—this time she passes it over his foreskin and down his shaft to his balls, and she sucks on them for a few moments before returning to the head.]

[He catches her little shudder. He hadn't called her name as an experiment... it hadn't been intentional at all. She had pulled it out of him in quite a different way than he would have said it if he were using it as a tool. Her reaction strongly implies that she liked it, but he doesn't know if it's because it's her name, or because of the way she's drawn it from him.

When her mouth is on his balls, he clutches her breast tightly for a moment, then releases it and slaps down on the mattress beside them with the flat of his hand, making a sound of pleasure and exasperation.

How is this so good? He'd had an idea of rolling around with her in bed, kissing her and leaning down over her and feeling her legs around his waist, and it now seems that projection might have involved excessive optimism on his part... he may not make it that long. His torso struggles under her; his toes curl. It's all he can do to maintain any sort of rhythm or motion on her with his hand.]

[ Her mouth comes off his dick just enough to speak. ]

No, no—

[ She reaches blindly back for his hand, the one that had hit the mattress. She overreaches, or something—she doesn't find it. ]

Me, hit me.

[This is where his flexibility comes into play. He's not sure that hitting anyone does anything for him. Very likely, it doesn't -- not in the way that control does. But to an extent, he knows that he'll do what he needs to do to take a situation to where it wants to be... and anyway, she's the one with the safe word. If she's asking for this and not talking about elephants, it's what she wants.

He moves his hand up from the mattress to her thigh, then rests it against her bottom, then delivers a small, sharp slap.]

Good?

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[ She has returned to sucking his cock, not intending to leave him wanting, but she sort of lets out a snort when he asks that. He's always so delicate with her until she shows him how hard she wants things. She leaves that alone, though, figuring they can either address it later or he'll figure it out on his own. ]

[That didn't sound precisely like a noise of approval, although he can't tell whether the snort is over the slap or the fact that he asked her about it. His breathing hitches, then he lets out a soft resigned sigh.

It's not tempting to slap her too hard when his cock is in her mouth, but he tries again, harder and sharper, and waits for a sign rather than asking her for an opinion.]

[ Better—still not ideal, but better. Anyway, she's mostly concentrating on his pleasure at this point. A good slap would be most appreciated when he's pounding her from behind or similar anyway, and she's certainly not going to insist on a change in position for that.

In any case she lets out a hum, a more approving sound, tips her hips against his hand, and moves her own hand to the base of his shaft to begin pumping the lower half of his penis in time with the movements of her mouth. This leaves her in a tripod position, supporting her weight on three limbs, but she knows this will bring him closer to climaxing. She brings her mouth off his cock with a wet pop, licks broadly at his foreskin, and then starts bobbing her head again, faster and harder. ]

[He tries to keep working at her with his hand, but it's hard to concentrate on anything else now. He feels so many sensations at once, all in the same sensitive area: heat, the wetness of her mouth and softness of her tongue, the friction from her hand.

She overwhelms him. He shakes under her and clutches at her hip with the hand that isn't inside her. There's a warning twitch and a half-second of stillness, and then an explosion of pleasure.

He's not quiet about it.]

[ She keeps her mouth on him, swallowing back everything as he comes. She takes it as a compliment that he can't seem to keep quiet, passing her hand gently over his balls as his climax dies down. It's all right that he hasn't worked her up to orgasm yet—at this point she'd like to turn around and face him properly for that. Which is the move she makes next—crawling off of him, turning around, and laying with her head in the gap next to his shoulder. ]

You want me to sit on your face or lie down on my back to finish?

[ She fiddles with his hair at his temple, then runs her fingers down the side of his face. She doesn't mind if he tells her he wants to rest a bit first. ]

[He leans into her caressing hand, then turns his head and kisses her cheek.

All he really wants to do is rest for a moment, but it seems she wants him to reciprocate. That's all right, if his goal is future repeat occasions.]

Lie down on your back. Or on your side.

Which do you like?

My back, I think.

[ She reciprocates the kiss by kissing him on the lips. Then she rolls off of him onto her back, pulling his arm out from under her head. Concentrating on him the way she had had calmed her drive a bit, so she starts messing with her nipples, working to turn herself back on again. ]

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