My fingers travel in the familiar practiced movement. I know exactly how I like it. Exactly what makes me come. But there is a different layer this time. He is watching me. It is almost like when he was watching me dance. I feel powerful. Desired. Wanted. I close my eyes, my hips lifting, my muscles tightening. Small moans of pleasure escape from my lips as I welcome that gathering knot, the bunching muscles, the promise of an impending orgasm. I am so close to my climax… Almost there.
‘Yes, yes,’ I breathe.
Then his hot hand closes over mine.
I open my eyes and stare at him, needy and frustrated. Knowing. He is not going to let me come.
‘No,’ he says softly, and inserting two fingers into me, orders, ‘Take your top off.’
With his fingers impaled deep inside me I hurriedly pull my top off, my movements clumsy. I am not wearing a bra and his eyes latch onto my naked breasts.
‘Come closer,’ he says, in the kind of deep, seductive voice that I have always imagined the big bad wolf using on Red Riding Hood.
Oh, Mr. Wolf, how long I have waited for you.
I lay my palms on either side of him and lean forward until my back is arched like a bow and my breasts are almost brushing his lips. He captures one swollen nipple in his mouth and swirls his tongue around it.
‘’Yes,’ I encourage.
He starts sucking the tip gently and with such a soft mouth that I groan. Shockwaves of pure pleasure course through me.
‘Offer me the other,’ he commands.
With unseemly haste I fit the other tip into his warm, wet mouth. So gentle. The way I imagine a toothless baby would take a nourishing nipple. I let out a long breath of satisfaction and start grinding my sex against the heel of his palm. He lets me until the tremors begin shaking my whole body, and it is clear that I’m going to climax. Then he pulls his hand away and catches my nipple between his teeth. I look at him. I am almost screaming with frustration and the sadistic fucker is enjoying this.
‘Let me come, damn you,’ I groan.
He lets go of my nipple and smiles slowly. ‘Persuade me.’
‘There is this,’ I say, and lifting my hips away from his crotch, I unzip his trousers. His erection is straining against the waistband of his boxers.
‘That’s the most persuasive argument I’ve heard all day,’ he says.
‘Wait till you hear the rest of my argument.’ I slide my hand around his shaft and it swells even more.
‘Can’t wait,’ he mutters.
‘Get your knees down,’ I order suddenly.
His eyes flash at my strict tone, but his voice is even: ‘Done.’ He flattens his legs.
I lift myself off him and on my knees walk along his body up to his face and then carefully turn around so I am facing his feet. I lower my sex until it is suspended a few tantalizing inches away from his mouth.
‘Smell me,’ I command. I hold still while he lifts his head and sniffs me. I know what is coming next. And it does. His tongue flicks out. I allow one lick. It makes me shiver with pleasure. The desire to let him carry on is immense, but I control myself.
‘Who told you to lick me?’ I ask sternly, and lift my hips away from his mouth. ‘You’ve ruined it. You’ll just have to wait until tomorrow now.’
He moves so fast I register the sound of his muffled laughter before I realize I am immovably trapped between two hard hands around my hips.
‘You wait till tomorrow if you want to. I’m having you tonight,’ he growls and suddenly I am sprawled awkwardly on his body with my legs spread, my pussy opened on his mouth, and his tongue thrust into me.
‘Hey, I’m supposed to be in charge,’ I protest as I try to push myself up on my hands.
‘Cock teasers don’t get to be in charge.’
His hand comes down around my waist to force me down while the other slips underneath my body. His fingers work my clit in exactly the way he learned from me earlier. In that exposed, helpless position, him devouring my pussy, and his fingers doing exactly what I love to my nub, my orgasm comes so fast and so hard, my nails claw into his thighs.
When it is all over, I find myself lying with my cheek on his belly and panting hard while he is still sucking my swollen folds softly. It’s very, very delicious and unspeakably decadent, but I lift my cheek, turn my head, and find myself looking at a very beautifully decorated, very erect throbbing penis. Clear liquid is running down it.