*”It started out gentle, but how do you tell an inherently loud creature to shush? Do you breathe a threat of consequence in their ear or cup a hand over their mouth?”*
*”Neither”.*
Now, I understood what you meant when you said you’d use soft fabric to keep me quiet…
But let’s start at the beginning.
I am wearing our favorite outfit. It is nothing sexy: black leggings, crisp white tank top, and a gray lightweight jacket. Underneath it is a more sexy surprise, black lace panties and a matching bra that barely held my ample breasts in place.
As always, you are polite when you answer the door and greet me warmly as you let me in. We haven’t done this in a while, but now that it is just you and I, you push me up against the wall and your lips are on mine, muffling my moans while your hands rub down my front. You slip your hand under the waistband of my pants and your fingers skim the lace of my panties.
I pull away, a small smirk dancing on my lips. The smirk is fleeting, however, as you catch my wrist and twist it behind my back, pulling me close to you. “I wasn’t done yet,” you growl, as you go back to kissing me. With my free hand, I cup your cheek and match your passionate kisses, but I also wiggle against your grip. You waste no time delving back under the waist of my trousers and rubbing over the front of my panties. Your finger slips under the fabric, and teases the opening of my pussy. Then you curl a finger inside, and I can hear how my wetness coats it. You add a second finger and push both in until they are deep in my sex, and twitch them in a come hither motion, rubbing against that oh so slippery spot.
I moan against your mouth and you smirk against my lips, slipping your tongue in between mine. Our tongues entwine briefly and I take your lip between my teeth, biting it. This elicits a moan from you, but I’m not done yet. My hand drops from your face, and to the front of your pants. You are in lounge wear and I graze your hardening cock with my fingertips. I wrap my fingers around your cock and start to stroke it, now it is my turn to smirk. “Let me have my hand back so I can get on my knees and please you as we both know you want to be pleased”.
You ponder it for a moment and decide against obliging me, instead kissing me with renewed passion. You steer us to the couch and when I feel my knees hit the back of the couch, we disentangle long enough to lay down. You waste no time tugging my leggings off my hips and I help you as they are peeled off of me and discarded. I sit up and push your pants off your hips and you step off out of them before joining me. You roll on top of me and your hand slides between us, finding my clit with ease and I moan as I pull you in for another kiss. You push me back with your free hand, it resting on my neck and I smirk up at you.
You are determined to wipe the smirk off my face, I just don’t realize it yet. You lean into me, holding me in place with your hand on my neck. Your lips find mine lightly, softly, for the briefest of moments before you break away, out of reach and push two fingers into me.
My head is swimming with lust at your touches, but I drop my hand to your cock and touch you through your boxers. My fingers draw lightly over your inner thigh and you moan, leaning in to kiss me with renewed vigor. Soon, I feel an orgasm start to build and I writhe under your touch, fucking back against your fingers. You stop short of giving me an orgasm and I let a frustrated growl escape my lips.
*”How does one tame a brat? Fucking her hard with a hand on her neck?”* I can feel you smirking against my ear. You’re smug at having the opportunity to quote me back to me.
“If I recall correctly,” I moan, moving my hips against your hand desperately, trying to push myself over the edge, “you bring her to the edge and make her beg.”I groan when You pull your fingers from my pussy and lean back to taste them. You watch my expression for a moment and then remove them from between your lips and trace them over mine. I can smell my sex on you and hold your gaze while I suck your fingers clean of me, moaning as I do.
Satisfied, you begin again, swirling your fingertips around my clit, and lean in to kiss me. My moans get lost against your lips and again, I am so close to the edge. My legs are quivering, my breath is hitched, and right as I am about to tumble over the precipice you stop. “Did you want to cum, Kisunya?”
“Yes.” I barely breathe the word.
You quirk a brow, but instead of resuming with your fingers, you kiss me. I wrap an arm around you and pull you close, not caring about your fingers in my pussy. I bite your bottom lip, sucking on it and in return you snare your free hand in my hair, pulling it. Our kisses have always been intense with passion, but this one is full of hunger, need, and my trying to reassert dominance between us.
Your hair pulling forces me to bare my neck to you and you kiss down my jaw, biting lightly at my ear lobe, and finding the spot just above my collar bone that you know will make my knees weak. You focus your attention, biting and kissing that spot on my neck while I whimper under you, stroking your cock through your boxers. I mimic your earlier actions and finally touch you, skin on skin. This makes you shudder a moan against my neck and I bite at your exposed neck, stroking you more firmly.
You skip kissing down my front, pulling away from me to reposition yourself between my thighs. You look up at me and caress over the front of my panties, smirking. “They’re soaked,” you remark casually as your fingers press the fabric against my swollen lips. I watch your expression as you continue to tease me with the fabric and then you stop, stand and proffer a hand to me.
Puzzled, I accept your hand and stand on doe legs as you lead me from the living room to the bedroom. I catch a glimpse of myself in the vanity mirror and I am no worse for wear, albeit a bit flush. I pause to admire the bruising from your kisses on the side of my neck, but my gaze wanders to you in the mirror, you having made your way on the bed.
Our eyes lock in the mirror and you crook your finger in a come hither motion. I turn and look at you face to face. You motion for me to take off my panties. I do, tossing them to you. You set them aside and I join you on the bed. You are laying comfortably and beckon me to join you. “Everything we’ve talked about and this has to be my favorite. Go on dear, get comfortable.”
I tilt my head and then our conversation plays back through my mind, making me moan aloud, just like the first time you told me you wanted to taste me while I rode your face. Gingerly, I straddle your face, peering down at you, biting my lip.
You don’t say anything, but hold my gaze and instead, wrap your arms around my thighs and begin to lick my pussy. I gasp a moan and grab the headboard to steady myself. You suck on my clit and tease my pussy with your fingers and another moan escapes my lips. As wound tight as I already am, it does not take long for you to tease me to edge of another orgasm, but this time you don’t stop short and I cry out, begging you for release.
“Please, please!” I whine, so close to the edge, knowing the promise I once made to you.
“Take it,” you growl against my thigh, biting me and pushing your fingers deep into my sex.
I give in to the orgasm that you’ve twice denied me and can’t help but cry out your name when you take my clit between your lips. I squirm, but with your arms wrapped around my thighs, there is nowhere to run to and another orgasm washes over me.
Spent, I pant and flex my fingertips against headboard. You lay a few more kisses on my pussy and I groan, shifting to move off of you. You sit up, grinning at me wordlessly before you cup my face in your hands softly and kiss me. I can taste myself on you and even though I am spent, I want to return the favor. You, however, have other ideas
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