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"You think you're different to me, don't you?" I tilt my head, staring at each other's lips.
Without breaking eye contact, he slowly stands, making him in control with the advantage in height. I'm the one looking up at him now.
"And you...
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I wanted him very badly.
But I loved the way he itched to get his hands on me. The way he would thrust his hips upwards to relieve some friction between us. I loved watching him squirm underneath me.
Plus, he needed to be taught a lesson. He needed to know that I didn't just forgive and forget, so as much as I wished I could feel the roughness of his hands on me, I made him keep still.
It was a very pleasurable thing to see anyway. How desperate he was now to touch me.
"Hmm Haven't the tables turned?" I play with him, making sure when I land on his lap again, I fall on his hard on.
Whether we were both tipsy before or not, I think now we were now more aware than ever. I thought that revenge meant making him feel the way he had made me feel but revenge only does more damage in the long run. I'm tired of letting that be my source of retaliation.
"Please touch me." Jude groans into me.
"Where?" I run my nails down his muscular chest, watching the way they tense at my touch.
"Anywhere." He says in desperation.
"Alright. I hope you don't mind where my hands might fall." I make sure to stall just to see him frustrated more.
"I don't." He quickly says.
Although he can't see me, I still make sure to move at a slow pace when I remove my top. The push up bra I had worn definitely did it's job because I caught Jude's eyes falling down my chest multiple times, after the shots he just stopped hiding it.
Leaving my bra on, I move to his belt. I feel him tense under me as I begin to undo his belt. I watch the way he fists the arm rests in order to refrain from touching me.
Once the belt becomes undone and I hold it in my hands, I debate on whether or not to tie his wrists down with them but I don't. I rather make him suffer another way.
I stand on my knees as high as I could with the ceiling of the car above us all to take off my Jean skirt. Now the two of us, half naked and in lust wait for that relief.
I could tell Jude was hating this, not being able to see me or touch me. It made me all the more delighted to see him this way.
I pull him out of his boxers and slowly wrap my hand around the tip. With pre cum already dripping down his tip, I make sure to add pressure, adding fuel to the fire. He jumps the second my hand touched his sensitive area.
