// This story is a continuation of my first story, which was originally intended as a standalone. I would like to thank everyone who commented with kind and encouraging words on the first one. I am keeping with my slightly unusual style as many people seemed to enjoy it, but I welcome constructive criticism! I now have lots of ideas for this couple, so I plan to write more, hope you enjoy part 2! //
// In the first part, she denies him cruelly after a week of teasing. This part begins the morning after. //
SUNDAY
She pushed him a bit too far last night, she knows it, but it felt so great! She looks over at him, he sleeps deeply now, his aching balls having kept him awake long into the night. She herself feels well-rested. She gets up and goes to the shower to wash away the stale sweat of yesterday's lovemaking. The hot water runs down her naked body.
She decides that if things are to continue this way. If she is going to continue denying him, stopping him from leaking his awful cum day after day, she needs some kind of system to manage him. She ponders this as she rubs soap under her armpits and between her legs, and after a few minutes, she knows exactly what to do.
She steps out of the shower and dries herself, her hair is a damp mess, but she will have to deal with it later! She opens the curtains of the bedroom, bathing the room in the pale morning light and she climbs back into bed with him. It's warm under the covers.
He wakes to the sensation of her soft body against his, and her hand slowly massaging his genitals. Within seconds his penis is erect and the ache in his balls from last night returns. He groans. She grins and opens her mouth in mock surprise. "Oh my!"
Her voice is clear and affectionate, "What do we have here?" She feels his erection. "Good morning my love, did you sleep well?" Her left breast is crushed against his chest. She grips his penis and begins moving up and down methodically.
"I know last night was really hard, thank you so much for not spoiling it for me," she says lovingly.
"I try to keep you happy my love, I really do!"
"I know hun, and you're doing so great! So I've decided to make things easier for you."
"Really?" he asks hopefully.
"I've decided to give you at least some release on Sundays and Wednesdays to keep you from getting too overwhelmed? Does that sound nice hun?"
"Yes, yes!"
He is so desperate from last night that he is already getting close, she slows her movements even more. She starts stroking his chest with her free hand.
"But in exchange, I need something from you." He nods. "I need to be able to make love to you without worrying that the only reason you are doing it is to spew your horrible cum." She lets go to spit in her hand, she moves it back down and starts to jerk harder and he groans and bucks beside her. "Can you help me with that?"
"Y-yes anything for you my love."
"That's what I like to hear, I never want you to cum when we have sex, you understand? Never! I will get you off separately, and twice a week, Oh! And I want you wearing two condoms when you cum, to make sure none of it gets anywhere as we discussed."
"Hmmm, ok, if that's what you want dear!" he moans, gasping for breath. She pretends to gasp with him and her hand moves faster under the sheets. He feels his orgasm building and he breaks into a sweat.
"Can you really do that for me my love?" she coos.
"Y-yes! Yes!"
Oh how badly he wants to grab her and fuck her tight little pussy right there, fill it with cum. As he reaches the edge, she slows expertly keeping, him there straining for more. When he tries to buck, she follows his movements so he can't get any more sensation than she allows.
"So we have an agreement?" she purrs in his ear.
"Y-yes! Yes! Please! Please, can I cum now? Please?" he begs.
She slows. "Well, hum, I already had something planned for later, but I'm feeling generous so I'll give you a choice, either you're patient and you wait until this evening for the best orgasm you have ever had, or I ruin your orgasm now, and I ruin your orgasm this evening. Your choice."
Oh god! He is so close. She speeds up again, but he resists the urge to give in and ask for the ruined.
"O-ok, please st-stop," he manages just as she brings him to the edge. She grins amused and let's go, his dick falls onto his abdomen wet with precum and spit.
She rubs the spit off on his chest. "Good, my parents are coming around for lunch, surely a grown man like you can wait until this evening!" she says encouragingly.
He looks conflicted, his gaze between lust, love, and anger, she kisses him gently and he relents and kisses back. Then she jumps up with an amused grin and leaves the room.
As he takes his shower, he stares at the water running off his erect cock, his hand moves to it, but then he stops. His balls still ache and he can't stop thinking about her. At lunch, he manages to distract himself with wine and conversation with her parents.
But when he goes to the kitchen to fetch some water, she tip-toes up behind him and taps him on the butt, he jumps in surprise and turns to her. Her parents cannot see them from the other room. With a blank expression she grabs his hand and guides it down the front of her jeans, she unbuttons them and guides him into her panties.
He feels the heat of her pussy and a wet sensation on the back of his hand between his index and his thumb. He blushes, feeling his penis swelling once again. Then she pulls his hand out, drops it by his side, and leaves without a word. He must wait a few minutes before going back to the living room, she jokes about him getting lost on his way back.
After her parents have leave, they watch a film. She lays against him warm and cozy. He can't concentrate on the film much, the scent from her hair and warmth of her skin is driving him mad with lust. Just a few more hours she tells him, feeling his straining erection.
She tells him it's time for a bit of fresh air, they put on their coats and go for a winter walk hand in hand. The fresh air makes them feel alive, as they walk and chat as lovers. When they get back through the door, she turns to him, wraps her arms around his neck, and kisses him hard. He feels the warmth of her body through her winter clothes and breathes in her scent, nose against the skin of her neck between her hair and the scarf. His desire is unbearable.
"Mmmm, does somebody want it bad," she whispers in a soft seductive tone, rubbing his crotch with one hand where his penis throbs.
"Yes! Since like, last Thursday to be honest," he moans as she begins kissing his neck.
"Well then, I suppose it's time we do something about that!" she replies, amused.
She leads him to the bed, both still fully clothed and she turns to him and holding his gaze, with a twisted little grin she removes his coat and unbuckles his belt. She pulls down his pants, then his underwear, tugging them down in rough movements. His penis pops out, she brings her face to it, sniffs the tip, she can smell the excitement, the tension, and in a single movement of the tongue she laps up the bead of precum forming at the end. He shivers in anticipation.
She hops on the bed, and kneels in front of him legs pushed tight together, she is still wearing all her outdoor clothes, even her smart little brown trench coat, and yellow scarf. She pats the space in front of her. He comes and kneels in front of her, penis poking out beneath his jumper, he is breathing fast. They look at each other.
She pulls a hidden packet of condoms out of her coat pocket, he groans. She pulls two out. Still holding his gaze, she smiles as she places one, then another on top, they form a tight sheath around his cock. Her fingers move up and down, he can feel them, but with two condoms the sensation is dulled. Even so, he is so desperate he remains rock solid.
They are kneeling face to face as if performing some ritual. Her right-hand cups his balls, and she weighs them. She is amused to see how blue and swollen they are. She leans into him and kisses his neck delicately, he moans. She stays leaning forward against him, he breaths through his nose against her scarf. Her hands explore under his jumper, fingers running over his bare skin, his muscle tense under her touch. He feels hot. He holds his hands obediently behind his head as she taught him.
Then she spits in her right hand and moves it down to his hips, her fingers grip the base of his shaft. She begins to pump mechanically, griping tight as if she is milking him, only once a second or so but hard. It feels great despite the lack of stimulation on the head. After twenty seconds his breath becomes ragged.
"Mmmmm," she moans seductively into his ear. "Are you going to come for me, my love?"
He groans and nods. The pressure is already building, he begins to tremble.
