Sorry to all those people who read the first part of this story, I hadn't reaslised that it had not all been posted, anyway here is the end of the story.

This time he gasped. He hadn't expected that! "I see...

" He laughed. "You want it now, do you?" He slid one arm under her neck and wrapped the other around her waist. He had hold of her now.

"Okay, honey, " he said, "You want it? You're gonna get it!" he said ominously. He began thrusting in her soft place to make his point. He loved this feeling. It was so tight at the entrance.

He liked to pull almost all the way out, to feel the suction of the muscle there try and keep his length inside her. Then he would push it all the way back in. There was no danger of pushing too far or too hard in this warmth. She would take all that he had here. "And she will like it!" He thought to himself as he thrust again and again into her hot backside. She arched her back and allowed him to penetrate her. She liked how the movements made her tits bounce all around, how he would grab them from time to time and play with them, how it felt to have his pelvis pushing against hers when he thrust himself deeply inside her. She could tell he was getting close again.

His breathing was ragged and his hands held her ever-so-tightly. He reached up and grabbed her by the hair and yanked her head back. She cried out and waited for him to tell her what he wanted. "You're a bad, bad girl..." He began, whispering in her ear that he had pulled close to his mouth by yanking on her hair again. "You like it when I play you in the soft place, don't you, bad girl?" He asked, purposefully. "Yes, baby." She answered, dutifully.

"I like feeling you back there, how you slide in and out, filling me up!" "Good." He said approvingly. He paused for a moment, and then continued. "I want you to beg me to cum now. Convince me that you want it.

" He chuckled and gave her hair another little yank just to make sure she was paying attention. He then reached down with his free hand and resumed playing with her personal place. She took a shallow breath and said, "You know I want to .. No...

NEED to feel you cum in my soft place, honey!" She said hoarsely, trying to concentrate on what she was saying versus the little electrical bolts she felt traveling up her body from his manual manipulation of her softness.

"I love it when you play me there, baby, love how it feels to have you slide in and out, feeling your hard length bury itself deep inside me. I love looking back and seeing you thrusting into me.

Knowing that you want to put yourself deep, deep inside me. That it feels just as good to you as it does to me when you are there." His hands were working her softness into quite a lather now. It was erotic to feel her soft place being played while he expertly worked her personal place as well. All that she needed now was his mouth on her tits, but she knew she couldn't have everything. "I will meet your thrusts with my own, because I want to feel your length get harder and harder, " she continued.

Noticing that he had gone quiet, his thrusts more purposeful, harder, "and the feeling that you will explode inside me get closer and closer until you can't take it any more and you play me so deep in my soft place that you feel as though you will split me in two when you cum." He grunted and increased his pace. He was very, very close.

He liked the feel of her soft place, the way her softness was responding to him, that her hands were still cuffed above her head, and that he had hold of her hair. He liked having such control, liked that she liked it.

God he loved playing her this way! The hand that had been playing with her softness left the warm wetness and reached up to her throat. He wrapped it around her neck and held her head close to his own, one hand still clutching her long tangled hair.

"Good", he mumbled, then he leaned into her ear again and hissed, "Okay bad girl. You will have your reward .. right... NOW" and with that, his grip on every part of her tensed and he rammed his length into her soft place hard and came with everything he had. She gasped and cried out as she felt the warmth of his cum fill up her backside. He tensed again and again, and even whimpered once as he emptied every ounce of himself into her. When he was spent, he released her hair and her neck and wrapped his arms around her middle and played with her breasts some as he caught his breath. He remained in her soft place for the time being. He liked it there, it was warm and wet and since she wasn't moving, very pleasant. But then she shifted and squirmed a bit, making him gasp since his length was now extra sensitive to stimuli. But her movements told him that he had some unfinished business. He had worked her up so well while playing her soft place and fingering her softness, she was more than halfway to cuming herself. Realizing he had never been in her soft place while she had cum, he decided to experience that. First, he un-cuffed her and allowed her to have use of her hands.

She immediately reached for him, running her hands along his naked body as his own hand returned to her softness and resumed his motions. She came quickly, and he enjoyed the sensation of her pulsing as he experienced it from his anal vantage point. They were both completely spent. She had cum leaking out of every warmth, and their arms and legs were entwined and their bodies rose and fell together with their breathing, as they lay curled, spooned, whispering and laughing in the afterglow of really, really, mind-blowing sex.

"Thank you for playing hooky, honey!" She murmured, her mind clouding as she felt sleep pushing itself upon her, her body satiated, relaxed and rested. "You're welcome, " He whispered back, "But we're not done yet." He laughed, weakly, his own need for sleep starting to creep in on him, too. "I am just resting a bit, and when I catch my breath, I am going to put you on top of me and have you ride me for a while, feel your softness..." his voice drifted off as his mind finished the thought that his voice could not, as he slipped off into blissful, oversexed sleep. "Yeah right..." she mumbled... "...just try it and I will...

" Her words lost in a mixture of gibberish and heavy breathing as she, too, faded into dreams. She was his. There was no question. He had played her in every place he could to show her that. And she knew it. Knew it before he had even begun.

But the reminding is always a pleasure...