You [FM]

You’re 5′4″, a bit past shoulder length hair. You look so similar to this girl here http://imgur.com/a/bbLQF that I can’t believe it’s not you. Except for the fact that you would never take those kind of pictures. I like to imagine though.

I’m just me, 6′0″, a bit longer wavy hair that’s just starting to get into my eyes.
—

Last night was something.

We were sitting on your couch with the lights off, talking about us – not an uncommon occurrence.

It’s hard to see you with only the slight traces of moonlight touching upon the far end of the room, but you look beautiful. It’s not your face, as it’s relatively hard to make out your features, but the way you’re holding yourself. Your back is resting against my arm, your arms wrapped around your curled up knees. A subtly defensive position to take, but not without reason.

“I know I want you, but… I have a boyfriend.” At least you admit it now. After a few days of you acting like you barely wanted to see me, I finally wrung the truth out of your silly little mouth. Both were obvious, the latter a bit more so than the first.

I move my other arm over to your knees, and slowly move your legs down off the couch. You’re in my arms, my fingers moving gently across the side of your neck. “But you love me more.” I’m not fishing for answers right now. It’s a fact.

“… I do, but I can’t do this to him again.” You don’t pull your body away, but you shake your head to wrest it away from my fingers. It always ends on that note. You love me you idiot. You love me more than you’ve loved anybody else. You want to be with me more than you’ve ever wanted to be with somebody else, but you’re still holding onto him. Whatever. I won’t push you, not like that. Guess tonight’s not the night where I make you mine.

*But*… Somehow I worm my way into your room. God knows how that happened, after you had just told me you were tired of me at the moment and that you needed space to yourself. Being an introvert sounds hard, and I want to give you your space. You can have space tomorrow though. Tonight is for us.

You laid down on your twin bed and after I promised I wouldn’t fuck you, unless you really wanted me to, you let me scooch in next to you. Uncharacteristically you, cuddle against me. Your small frame lets you perfectly put your head on my shoulder, your arm on my chest. You usually keep a bit more distance when we find ourselves in a bed together, but right now you’re so warm, so soft, so perfect, I’m not about to point that out. We chit chat a little, about what, I can’t remember. I tell you that I have no intention of trying anything with you tonight. You tell me that you’re too tired to do anything even if I tried.

You say that, but as we talk, you begin idly playing with my chest. Your mindset must have changed somewhere, because it’s not long before you’re deliberately running your fingers up and down along my neck. You place your mouth on the other side, releasing warm breath into my ear and letting out a quiet moan. I know you’re not turned on, but you’re only doing it to fuck with me. It’s only been a few minutes but I’m already rock hard for you. Fuck.

“Ellie… *why*?” I ask, meek and squirming. You always make me squirm. You used to play dumb about ‘accidentally’ turning me on. I know better now.

“Mm… You like it.” you seductively reply. I give you so much power over me. It definitely gets to your head. But I don’t mind… I *do* like it.

You continue, even rolling over on top of me for a moment to look me in the eye, pausing for a moment before running your mouth up my neck to my ear. Just close enough for me to feel it, not close enough for release. “Hey, I cant… I was going to say something…” my voice trails off, smaller than before we started.

“Just tell me anyways, hmm?” you say slyly as you exhale on my neck. You know everything that gets to me. I hate it. I hate how much I love it

“I… mmmgh” I roll over and put my back to you. Your touch is agonizing. I need to get away with you, or get closer. I’m too prideful to ask. I opt for the prior.

You follow, putting your arm around me, docile for a moment. Only for a moment. Your tongue touches my neck and my body electrifies, my neck reels away. It’s so sensitive, but only for you. And you know that. You feel incredible, my mind starts to go blank.

“Ellie… h-hey I.. What I was saying -” I barely get it out, as you wet the tip of your tongue roam around the back of my neck. My back arches and I grab onto your leg and pull you close to me. “I… I was saying that” I pull away from you and your mouth follows, sucking as you go. “I-I-I can’t…” You make it so hard to talk. I’m squirming everywhere but I know you won’t let me go till I say it. “I… I was saying that I really like… I really like… ” It’s hard to breathe and think, but I know that even in my sexual haze, what I’m saying is too much. I pull myself together. “Nevermind. I don’t want to say it. It’s too embarrassing.”

“Mmm.” You run your lips up and down my neck with your tongue slipping out as you move up and down. My breathing is ragged. When did you learn how to be so damn good? Your hand slides it’s way across my body and two fingers slowly slide up the front of my thin pants, tracing the underside of my dick. I shiver. Your hand goes to trace from my balls, almost lazily, sliding up my shaft, and gliding up the tip. I can’t help myself. I moan and press back into you. You lick slowly up until my ear lobe, your breath hot in my ear. “Just. *Tell me*,” you forcefully whisper.

“I… fuck. I’m just…” Between what I’m saying and what you’re doing I forget what I even want to say. “I’m *really* submissive to you.”

You’re behind me, but I can feel the sly proud smile form forming on your face. You pull off from sucking my earlobe and say sexily… “Oh, I *know*.” I can sense the accompanying wink that you always do when you say it with in that voice. It’s so unlike you, yet so like you at the same time.

“But you *don’t*. It goes deeper than that. I… The reason I called you today and asked you for… for your permission – to cum.. It’s not because I wanted your permission… It’s because I wanted you to… I wanted you to say no.” I pull away from you and turn around to face you in the eyes. “I love it when you tell me what to do, because you wouldn’t make me do anything I don’t want to. I trust you… I don’t know why, but… I love it when you control me. Ellie… I want to be yours.”

You smile devilishly at me, and I know all the bad girl lights are going off in your head. “So you won’t mind it if I tease you? I can tease you… As *much* as I want?” I’m worried I’m going to regret this later, when you have me pinned down and unbearably hard for you, telling me how much I asked for it, making me beg for release but..

“Yeah.. You know you know me. As much as I resist you know.. You can do whatever you want to me.” It’s the truth.

“What *ever*, I want?” you lightly pur into my ear.

“I’m not going to let you fuck me in the ass (not that you’re into that), but… yeah. Anything. I’m.. I’m *yours*.” I’m more comfortable with saying it now. I trust you, I know you won’t tell anybody or make fun of me for it… except when you know I’d like it.

“Mmm… I don’t deserve you.” The mood shifts, as your voice drops from sexy and teasing to sad and guilt ridden. You look away from me. It’s not hard to know why you think so. You have someone more.. convenient, more suitable for the present. That same someone you don’t love nearly as much as me, and you’re dragging us both through the mud. But I understand you, and I understand why. I’m not upset. It’s hard to be upset when you truly understand someone.

“It’s not about that. I love you and that’s all that really matters,” I softly tell you as I push the hair out of your face. “You’re cute, and funny, and beautiful, and – “

“Shut up… I’m none of those things. I don’t get why you even like me,” you huff, eyes still cast away. You do know. You know exactly why I’m in love with you, but you feel awful about the way you treat me. I get mad about it, we fight about it, but ultimately – it’s fine. We all do stupid things sometimes. But you know I’m not one to let a few bad decisions here and there keep me from being with you. You try to keep talking, to keep putting yourself down, but I come closer, and pull you to me, and begin tracing your lips with mine.

“Shhh. You know exactly why. You’re amazing.” I lightly brush my lips against the side of your jawline. It’s my turn to touch you now. I run my fingers through your hair, and I hear your barely audible sigh. Afterwards, the same hand runs down your legs. You have pajamas on, but I know you’re not wearing panties. I brush lightly up against the middle of your legs to test the waters. I don’t want to if you’re not in the mood. I feel your body flinch as my finger comes into contact with you. You are.

I slowly start tracing my middle finger up and down your slit through your pajamas. Usually it takes some time. You like to act tepid, as if you don’t like the way I make you feel. Teasing me must have gotten to you, because this time your reaction is immediate. You lightly raise your hips to meet my fingers. Up and down, painstakingly slow, I keep running my finger over the fabric resting on your lips. Always the same amount of pressure, nothing more than a light tease – god knows that’s what you deserve. You start gyrating your hips. You never do that. What’s wrong? You’re usually so wordy, but right now nothing escapes your mouth but exasperated breathing.

”Hey…” Your voice sounds as small as mine did. While I love how confident you are when you have me in your clutches, I know how to flip the tables on you. “You’re going *so* *slowly*. Can you please…” You don’t want to say it. You never want to say it. You never want to give into the fact that you want me as much as I want you.

”Can I please…? Can I please *what* Ellie?” I want to hear you say it. For my own ego, for my own safety, so there’s later on there’s no notion that I was forcing myself onto you.

”Go harder *please*. *Faster*. You’re teasing me *so much*.” you urge me.

”… But you *like* it.” We love to play this game with each other, and right now it’s my turn.

”I do, but you’re going soo slow*lohhh*” you shudder as my hand slips into your pajamas and runs down, making contact with your labia. It’s harder to touch you the same way I was before without lubrication, so I reach into your wet folds, just slightly, and begin wetting your lips with your juices. I start stroking you, up and down again, ever the tease, reaching inside of you intermittently to make you slick with yourself. You’re not gyrating your hips anymore, you’re trying to hump me, becoming nothing more than my needy toy. I love making you – the shy but dominant vixen – like this. “That feels – Thank you, you feel, you feel *so good*. Please, you feel – *whyyy?*” you groan as I pull my hand away from your vulva.

”Do you want to cum?” I ask you. You’re not on the brink yet, but I like to slowly build you to that point. You barely murmur out a shy ‘yes please’ as your hips wiggle to find my hand again. I take my hand out and begin to take my pants off and I can feel you tense up. “Don’t worry – I’m not going to fuck you, I promised – remember? But… I’m not even fucking you, I’m not going to cum. You were teasing me *soo* hard though. Maybe I should just keep you like this all night and not let you cum?”

”*Pleease*. *Please*, don’t do that to me. I – fuuck“ Your words get caught in your moan as I slide my entire middle finger into your pussy. I don’t finger you though – that was just to take your breath away. You don’t deserve to be fingered yet. My finger is soaked in you, and I slide the length of my finger, rubbing it against the length of your whole pussy.

I lean up to your ear and lecture you. ”You’re so, *so* bad, you know that? You are *such* a fucking tease.” I curl my middle finger up slightly and begin to play with your clit. You suck your breathe in. “ You haven’t let me cum this entire week. Is that fair? Is it Ellie?” You’re so caught up in my touch, in having your clit teased, you shake your head and let out a tiny “No..” “Should I even let you cum? Do you deserve it?”

”I don’t, but *please*…” all you can do now is beg me. I’ve taken away all the power you had before. Your hips are raising to meet my finger as I slowly graze your clit in circles. Your inhibition is waning as you begin to get close. “Please, please use your fingers. No, not rubbing me… Please, I want them inside of me.” You *never* ask me to finger you. You must want my cock inside of you, but you’re not ready to cross that boundary.

”No.” I sternly reply. I pull my hand away and you groan and I begin pulling off my boxers.

”Wait, you *promised*. Please, you *promised* you wouldn’t fuck me.” You desperately plead with me to have the self control that you know that you won’t have if I push it into you. You know if I fuck you now, you’ll wrap your arms around my back and pleasure yourself on me. But I’m not going to do that.

“I did. I told you, I promised. And I’m not going to finger you, but I will let you cum. In exchange… I’m just going to put the tip in you.” I don’t need to fuck you tonight. I do need to get back at you for teasing me the past week though. I start pulling down your pajamas and put you on your side, and start guiding myself towards your hole.

”Umm fine, okay, but don’t fuck m- *oh*” you throw your head back as my tip enters your pussy. I love to interrupt you mid thought. I love to let your desire for me devour you. You hate it. Like me, you hate that you love it.

I’m struggling a bit to keep just the tip in, so I push it in a bit further, eliciting a moan from you. I put you at a 45 degree angle and spread your legs open, and start teasing your clit while your pussy is wrapped around my head. You’re nothing but panting and tension. You start bucking your hips everywhere, and my cock slips out of you.

”Ellie, if you keep moving and don’t let me stay inside of you… I *am* going to fuck you. Stop moving.” You freeze right when the words come out of my mouth. You know I’m serious. You know I’m looking for any excuse to fuck you. I put the head of my cock back into you, and I resume rubbing your clit. We’ve progressed from teasing. You’re getting close. You’re biting your lip, and we both know you’re close to an orgasm. I’m push the head in, spreading your lips over and over again, feeling your pussy stretch out for me, knowing it wants me.

”I know you’re close, and I”m going to make you cum. But… I want to be fully inside of you when you cum.” It’s a demand, but you know the choice to back out is there if you want.

You need to take the time to put your moans into words. ”*Ohhhhh*, okay, *okay*, fine. That’s fine, just – just let me cum *pleaaase*. “ I press faster and harder, bringing you close. I can feel your legs tensing, preparing to cum. I thrust my entire length inside of you at once, and knock the breath out of you as gasp and your hands reach backwards to grasp me for support. It’s hard stay in. I reset the position to slightly on your side and push myself into you again. You can’t suppress yourself, and you openly moan for me. You’re soaked down to the thigh, and I take some of your juices and bring it over to your clit. You’re writhing on me. As I rub your clit harder and and sloppier, your body begins moving so much you go up and down the entire length of my cock.

”I’m – *I’m*,” you gasp out to me, because you know I like to know when you cum. You can’t even finish your sentence. Your whole body arcs and clenches with an intensity I’ve never seen before. You’re cumming all over me, your hips thrusting repeatedly up and down my cock, as your pussy squeezes around my length, and I’m doing all I can to keep myself inside of you as my finger clings to your clit. As you ride your orgasm and your legs squeeze together and push my hand out, I can’t help but use the only thing I have left. I push my cock as deep into you as I can, over and over again until your orgasm subsides.

Not sure if I broke my promise or not.

Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/5kpabb/you_fm