I wish I could touch her more, but I can’t. The binding on my wrists is stopping me from getting myself off. However, I want to feel all over her as well.
The growing frustration is only turning me on more. I want what she’s not letting me have. The substantial wetness between my legs is only growing.
I’ve imagined this happening after watching Lucille at the Nook, but this is surpassing my expectations.
I’m so on edge from her teasing. I arch my back into her as we kiss. She lazily trails her hands over my chest and ribs. She circles my breasts, building anticipation for when she does touch me where I want.
“Please,” I beg her. “I need it.”
I’m not above a little begging. Especially since I’ve been fantasizing about this moment since I first saw her.
“You’ll get it,” she promises. I want it now, but I know that the wait will make it that much better.
She takes my bound wrists and secures me to the bedpost. Now I’m even more helpless to her teasing.
I spread my legs open for her, getting ready for whatever she has in store for me. She smiles.
“Good girl,” she says. I feel another wave of lust roll through me.
She traces her fingers down my stomach to my pussy. She rhythmically rubs my clit when she gets there. I grind my hips against her as she does.
She uses her thumb to massage me and her other fingers begin to thrust into me. My toes curl as she begins to hit my g-spot.
“Lucille,” I breathily gasp her name. I can hardly hold myself together.
Seeing my reaction, she starts to go harder. I feel the knot of pleasure in me get tighter. I yearn for a release.
She uses her other hand to play with my breasts. She kneads and plays with my ever-hardening nipples.
She gives me a kiss and then begins to give my other breast attention by sucking on my nipple.
It feels like my breasts and pussy are connected by white-hot lines of pleasure. I hold on as long as I can, but the sensations are overwhelming. I pull at my restraints, wanting to touch her, but they hold fast.
My thighs start to shake and I know I’m close. I push myself towards her as much as I can.
She takes her hand away from my breast and slides all of her fingers into me. I’ve already been stretched from her relentless fingering. The new feeling of her starting to fist me throws me over the edge.
I finish hard, calling out her name as I do. I feel my body spasm, but all I can focus on is the pleasure from the orgasm.
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p; She gives me a kiss as I come down. She reaches up and frees my wrists from their bound position. She massages around where her belt held me in place.
“How was that?” She asks.
“Incredible!” I exclaim, breathily.
She grins. “I could tell.”
I cuddle up to her, relishing in the feeling of her skin against my skin. She holds me close. I could get used to this.
Aftercare is always a fun part of these situations. After something so intense, it’s nice to recuperate with someone else.
She runs her hands through my hair and lightly up and down my spine. The feeling sends shivers through my body. Something so simply in practice makes me feel so good.
I feel more than just the protected feeling I got earlier. I feel wanted.
I smile to myself as I think about our sexual chemistry together. We’re a good match. It’s better than I imagined.