Be Patient

My hand disappears up her skirt. Her eyes look at me full of eager anticipation and worry. It's not hard to tell where her clitoris will be through her tights. I make a gap between her labia with my index and middle finger, and with the tip of my thumb, I give a downward stroke to the sensitive bulb. She shudders and smiles, excited by my dangerous hand right up against her vulnerability. Then it snatches her engorged clitoris in a hard pinch. A mix of arousal and betrayal comes over her face as she throbs between my knuckle and thumb.

"Please let go, it hurts!" She shudders as she grasps my forearm.

"Kiss me." I say as I use it to pull her into me.

Our lips touch, and I release her womanhood. She lifts up onto her knees and rests her crotch on my knee, gliding up and down my thigh as she grasps my face.

"Please, please! It's been so long!" She begs.

"Okay, okay. Get down and put your knees apart."

She does as she is instructed. My hand disappears up her skirt again and finds its way back to the same spot. It holds her clitoris in the same position, not tightly, but firm enough to be a reminder.

"Just be good, and this can just feel good the whole time, okay?" My thumb curls down to graze its nail over its sensitive captive. She inhales sharply, then relaxes when it does not close down on her.

"Yes, sir."

"Good girl."

I release her and then put my hand down her tights, fingers gliding between her wet lips. She grabs her knees and throws her head back. I bring my middle finger back over her clitoris. She moans.

"Please, please, please!" She moves her hips to and fro.

I remove my middle finger from her clitoris, tense it up under the pad of my thumb, and deliver a strong flick to it. She yelps and clasps her thighs around my hand. I move my hand back up between them and grasp her clitoris again.

"Be patient."

"I'm sorry."

"Move your knees back apart."

She does as told.

The threatening hand resumes back to teasing. It gently touches her in three light, inward strokes.

"Thank you." She says, smile returning.

My middle finger lands back on her clitoris and begins circling around the outside. Her hips try to buck, but she keeps her knees rigid to remain still.

"There we go. Does that feel good?"

She stammers out a "Yes, sir."

"Okay, go ahead and move a little more. It's okay."

"Is this okay?" She begins circling her hips in tight circles.

"Yes, that's okay." I begin rotating my finger in the opposite direction of hers.

She whimpers and turns her face down, continuing to ride my gentle strokes. To her surprise, I shift my hand forward and go inside her, her clit now under my rotating thumb. Her whimper increases. She tries to speak.

"Can I... can I..."

"Go ahead, it's okay." I kiss her deeply, and I feel her clench down on my fingers. She tries to return the kiss, but cannot contain the eruption of ecstasy on either end. She cries out and buries her face in my chest as she pulses on my hand, my stroking fingers matching the rhythm of her hips in double time. I feel her warm wetness envelop my hand and piddle onto my thigh.

The pulsing subsides into a gentle throb. Her body relaxes into my arms as she rests her head on my chest. I take my fingers out of her but keep my hand down her tights as I grasp her throbbing in a gentle, owning clench. My other hand begins slowly stroking her soft hair.

"That felt good, huh? It was worth the wait."

She nods sleepily, nuzzling her face into my shoulder.

I take my hand out of her hair for a moment and grab one of hers. I place it on the throbbing erection under my pants leg. She takes hold of it, and her pulsing begins to build back up. I let her hand go and resume stroking her hair.

"Do you want more?"

She nods again, gripping me tight.

"Okay. Go ahead and get in bed and I'll meet you there in a few minutes. You can have one more before it's time to be patient again."