I follow you into your bedroom and hug you from behind. It's Friday night and we have just got in from the bar. You can smell the faintest trace of vodka on my breath as I kiss you behind the ear.
'Strip' I say quietly. You turn to face me and pull your dress up over your head, standing in the semi-darkness in your underwear. I kiss you, gently biting your lip. 'I want you to fuck yourself for me, but you aren't going to cum.'
I step back to sit on the bed as you slide your fingers down the front of your already soaked pants. I lie back to enjoy the show as you slowly start to finger yourself. I can feel myself getting hard inside my jeans. It doesn't take long before you are moaning and your hand is flicking backwards and forwards much faster.
I walk over to your draw and retrieve your dildo. 'I want you to use this, but remember you are not going to cum.' I move back to the bed as you slide your underwear to one side and push the thick, hard toy inside you. You work it in and out, fucking yourself. I am loving watching.
I can tell you are close, moaning and bucking your hips as the toy slides deeper inside you, filling you. 'Get on the bed' I say, standing up and moving away. 'On all fours' I tell you, 'I want your arse towards me.' You obey, I stand close behind, drinking in the amazing view. My cock is throbbing.
'Fuck yourself' I say. You reach back behind yourself and push the dildo in. I watch it slide inside your wet cunt, making your arse shake. You get faster, forcing it deeper and harder inside you, panting as it pushes you closer to the edge.
'I am going to cum.' You say.
'No.' I reply