“How many times do you think you can go, darling?” I asked with a mischievous grin on my face, knowing very well that, since I’d make you find that out the fun way, the question could have might as well been rhetorical. With your back sinking against the hugging, cool softness of the mattress below you, your entire body was much lower than mine, as I stood and circled around the bed. Observing and enjoying what I saw. Relishing the sight of your nude body before having fun with it in a more hands-on approach. The temperature had been adjusted precisely, not too hot or too cold. Existing in that area of comfort between the two alternatives, allowing you to enjoy being exposed to the elements, while still leaving you tense enough to cause chills whenever the heat of my body met yours. And that was exactly my intention. Where was the fun in letting you get used to my teasing? Every touch would feel like a sting of pleasure, forcing you to put effort into avoiding crying out in pure ecstasy.
The first wave came from an already sensitive spot, which made your mind titter on the edge of going blank. You could feel my fingers running against the inside of your thighs. Going all the way up to by your groin, and all the way down until being close to your knee. Up… and down. Even though your eyes were closed, which I had made sure of by blindfolding you myself, you somehow knew that a smirk was plastered on my face, as I hinted at the pleasure doubling… and then making it go away. “Do you like that, princess?” My words were spoken right into your ear, accompanied by my hand beginning to rub circles at the very top of your thigh. Wet lips brushed against your earlobe, kissing it in unison with the rubbing, making the pleasure grow, grow, grow… until it all stopped.
“What’s wrong, dear?” You heard me say, chuckling quietly and now not as close as I had been an instant before. “Don’t tell me that you wanted me to keep going.” The playful tone I had spoken in earlier absolutely lathered every single one of my words, as the source of my voice moved once more, stopping once a shift on the bed could be felt. Sitting by your head, my right hand casually found its way towards your mouth, drawing lines and circles on your lips with the index and middle finger. “You want to be my good girl, don’t you? Good girls don’t complain, and, most importantly, they don’t cum unless they’re allowed to. And I’m not going to let you do that, not quite yet.”
Another shift of weight on the mattress, this time ending with me laying on my side, facing in your direction. My right hand was no longer at your lips, as I had moved my arm to achieve a more comfortable position. This involved positioning it around the top of your head, forming a sort of circle as I held your chin on my palm. From there I could do two things. Number one, pull your head closer, until you felt the warmth of my breathing tickle your ear and the side of your face. And, number two, use my left hand to explore every centimeter of your skin that I wanted to enjoy, pleasuring both of us with every caress until my fingers reached what I had been working up towards. The area I had made you yearn to be touched when I’d been teasing your inner thigh.
Without warning, my fingers pushed into you, making a soft chuckle escape my lips as I held you close. “You’re doing great so far. Now just hold still, and let me do the rest.” Much like I’d previously rubbed up and down, now I was pushing in and out. Occasionally slipping a graze of my thumb over your clit, which seemed to just be begging for attention, my fingers maintained that slow and steady motion, slowly forcing you closer and closer. With words slipping out of my lips, dancing into your ears accompanied by the sound of my breathing and faint sighs and moans. The pace would not pick up until I felt you squirm under me, begging without the need of words. “I know how badly you want it. So close, aren’t you?” My fingers were now moving as quickly as they could. In and out. In and out. In and out. The words of encouragement I’d been whispered found themselves replaced with heavier breathing and low grunts, as I exerted all of my energy with the point of shutting your brain down from the pleasure.
It kept getting faster and faster, making you closer by the second. Whispering once more, my tone was slightly rougher, not asking or even teasing anymore, but instead demanding. Demanding only one, very clear thing. “Cum for me, princess. I know you want to. *You* know you want to. Come on. Cum for me. Cum for me. Cum for me!”
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“Good girl.” I whispered with the hints of a tired yet loving grin spreading across my facial features. “Now let’s see how many more times we can do that before the sun rises.”
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