Why rush? Send her even higher

You abandon Raven's heaving breasts and slide your hands down her body, squeezing and pinching as you make your way down her body. She had been right on the edge apparently, as even with you relenting her breathing is still out of control. You sink back into a kneeling position, still straddling her knees. You've backed off her most sensitive areas, but you aren't completely idle. Both hands are occupied teasing at the exotically pale skin of her stomach, hips and thighs. Her cheeks are flushed and her body is still excited. Her still rock hard nipples are proof of that. You watch her with a seductive smile on your face.

"You're evil," she suddenly bursts out. You are surprised but Raven's face isn't twisted in fear or anger. Well, probably a little anger. Mostly she just looks frustrated. You hadn't expected it from her though, her resistance so far had been decidedly non-verbal. In light of this you keep your peace, simply continuing to stroke her sweaty, sensitive flesh.
"I'll not beg you know. Who needs your clumsy attentions?" she says, still feigning defiance.

You shrug slightly and lean forward to kiss her. Her lips part, welcoming your tongue into the mix and giving immediate lie to her earlier statement. When you break the kiss, her breathing is back to being heavier. She groans, in frustration for the first time. You continue your caresses and wait for her to say it.

"You're so evil," she whines. "Fine, more. Please more. Touch me anywhere you like." You waste no time, sliding off her and the bed, ending up kneeling on the floor. You place your hands on her waist and drag them ever so slowly down her long legs. Your fingers contact much of the overheated, sensitized skin of her leg as they go lover and lower. As this process goes on, inch by maddening inch, Raven realized her skin feels like it is on fire. Sure there hadn't been any intense caresses in the last few minutes, but consciously or not you haven't stopped imagining all the pleasure you'd wanted to give to and take from her.

"Stop teasing. You got what you wanted," she manages to say between frequent noiseless gasps, "Hurry up and give me what I want." You watch as she spreads her legs, inviting you into her. You take her up on that offer and fall to her pussy with a will. Her lower lips are wet and ready, a condition she confirms with grateful moans as you kiss and nuzzle at them.

You work her slit over from top to bottom several times. It does not take long before she is gasping and panting like before, clearly on the edge of another orgasm. You take this opportunity to work your tongue in between her lips, sampling the liquid pooling there. It's a taste you find you can't get enough of and lap up as much as you can find. Raven moans in approval. Before too long this pushes her over the edge. She practically howls as her insides contort in wonderful ways and deluge your questing tongue in sweet yet salty nectar.