Not until we come to an understanding

"I don't really find myself with a lot of... incentive, Jess," you tell her. Jess lets her hand fall from her breast, and she takes deep breaths, trying to calm down. You smile gently at her and move behind her while she tries to regain her bearings. You immediately turn and cup her pert boobs from behind. Jess groans as you gently ply her flesh, loving the way she leans back against you.

"Please?" you egg her on.

"Fuck... I'll wear the tank," she murmurs. "Can you finish?" she asks, and her voice is almost, not quite a beg. You wonder if Jess knows you've got more up your sleeve. You think this is a pretty good win, but you decide to prolong it, as though you're still mulling the idea.

"Maybe," you tease, letting your fingers pull at her nipples. "If I let you cum, what do I get this time?" you ask. Jess groans, and you feel her hands weakly find your wrists. She can't force you away though, and soon they slide down, slumping against your thighs. You kiss her neck and Jess sighs.

"I'm wearing the tank," she whines. You let your left hand slide down and gently stroke the shaved spot above her pussy. "Play with my pussy, John," she says softly.

"And I'll get what?" you prompt, using a voice that indicates the switch you both understood. Jess groans as you tease her. You relish the feel of her soft skin against your hand. Another kiss to her neck and you feel her shudder. "What's got you all hot and bothered?" you ask playfully. You feel her hands at yours again, and this time you plaster her right hand against her right tit. Jess immediately begins to grope herself, pulling at her nipple.

"Dammit John, what do you want?" she asks, and you can tell this time she means it.