I shivered at your words, struggling to come to my senses and gather myself into a normal human being again. No sooner had I begun my efforts, you assaulted me again, your torturous fingers roving over my body as I twisted this way and that, ocassionally pressing into your slender fingers, squealing with a childish delight that I could no longer hide. I didn't notice the paint brush until it was on my skin, teasing my inner thigh and causing my legs to kick out wildly. "No...I can't take it." I whispered, meeting your eyes and begging for you to give me a moment of peace. All I got in return was a touch of your finger over a lacy thong, my womanhood soft and inviting to your advances. I couldn't deny your touch, enjoying the sensual sensation contrasting with the manic quivering of my ticklish skin.
And then it stopped. I strained my neck, watching you carefully, "Not now. You can't...leave me..." I betrayed myself, your continual assault having worn me down so much that I no longer knew what I wanted, let alone what I really thought about you. Even as you settled behind me I groaned, leaning back into you as I began to breathe ever more rapidly, building into a yelp as your magnificent fingers met in the minor cleft between each rib, a particularly sensitive area. "Can't...breathe..." Even as your fingers danced across my body, my ribcage rose and fell in an uneven and rapid rhythm, my breath hitching as I turned my face into you, trying to keep from screaming and succeeding only in muffling the sound as I reached a breaking point that I was certain would lead to my demise.