I wiggle against him, feeling his hardness against my bottom.
“I’m not as sweet as you think,” I promise.
“Close your eyes,” he says. “Le
t me make you feel.”
I squeeze my eyes shut and just relax against his body. Tony runs his hands up and down my arms a few times, but then he moves to my belly and touches me there. He’s grazed his hands over my breasts a few times, but he hasn’t really started to touch them. Not just yet.
“You are so pretty,” he murmurs. “Soft and delicate. I love how curvy you are.”
“You don’t think I’m too heavy?”
“Not at all. I like you soft, and I’ve never seen you look so sexy as you do right now. You’re open for me, ready. You’re so willing. It’s fucking hot, Macie. You are hot.”
“Thank you,” I whisper, but then I’m quiet as he touches me. Tony’s hands find their way to my breasts, finally, and he bounces them softly in his hands. They’re heavy and big, and I like the way he touches them. He pinches each of my nipples and I groan quietly. He just chuckles.
“You like a little bite of pain with your pleasure, don’t you?”
“I’m not sure,” I tell him honestly. “I’ve never really had any pain and pleasure mixed together. I guess I always thought pain was bad. I only started learning about erotic torture this week.”
“I don’t plan to torture you, but I do want to find out what you like, Macie.” He flicks my nipples then, and my pussy clenches. Oh, that feels better than it should. It’s such a strange sensation. It doesn’t hurt. There’s a little sting, but it’s not really painful. It’s just a sharp sensation that heightens everything else I’m feeling.
I breathe deeply in his lap. As I’m leaning against him, I think of how this moment makes me feel. I just have this deep sense of satisfaction and contentment. Everything is as it should be.
And then his hands move lower.
And lower.
And lower.
Soon his palms are tracing little circles on my thighs, and I wiggle, wanting him to touch me at my core. I want him to slide his fingers inside of me. I want him to touch every inch of me. I don’t want him to stop. I know I’m wet, and wiggling against him. I know I’m groaning and moaning as he plays with me, but I don’t want this to end.
I want him to keep going.
I want to come for him.
“I think you like this,” he whispers.
“I do.”
“You like being open for me? I can see all of you, sweetheart, and you’re so fucking beautiful. Your skin is so flushed, and you’re wiggling like you just can’t sit still, like you just can’t wait for what’s going to come next.”
“I need more,” I whisper, begging.
“Tell me what you need, Macie.”
“I need you to touch me more.”
“Like this?” He runs his hand down my thigh to my knee, and then back up. “Is this what you want, Macie?”
“No,” I growl. “Higher.”
“Up here?” He cups my breast, and I whimper.
“Please,” I beg. I know he’s going to make me say it. He’s going to make me ask him. I know what he wants, and I’m going to give it to him. I’m going to tell him exactly what I need because that’s what Tony desires from me. He wants to hear me say the words, and then he’ll reward me for my bravery.
That’s how this works.