"Higher", I told her, "Get your ass up higher for me." I ran a hand over her smooth bottom as she spread her knees apart and arched her back. Her red thong running cleverly between her cheeks and gently covering her sex. She was worse than merely naked, as naked comes with a sense of finality--she was exposed and could be further exposed, and if she had a moment to think about it, she probably would have closed her eyes and flinched at the idea of what she must look like with her breasts crushed against the bed and me rolling my eyes over parts of her that had never been in such a position of scrutiny before.
Oh, it could have been embarrassing, just a little... but that takes time. And time, when too much of it is given, is the enemy. I wouldn't give her time to think about being self-conscious--and she'd love me for it.
I stopped my finger grazing over her skin and breathed her in. Nuzzling her pussy just a little while dragging my hands under and over, here and there. She gasped and forgot what she might look like; having only enough time for quick contemplation of what she was feeling for the next hour or two.
If I could paint, I'd paint you the picture. Beth is a woman, though I call her My Girl, she's got the curvaceous body of a woman. With hips moving narrowly into a waist and rising out to a magnificent set of breasts. I use the word "magnificent" sparingly, not prone to dramatic language in general. The only way to describe the shapely body before me, looking like an animal in heat... rich brown hair splayed forward on the bed, hands forward with her wrists almost unconsciously crossed, back arched smoothly upward and her round ass in the air... oh, it was hot. It was stirring me up and I could decide whether to roll up behind her and start fucking all sensibility out of her or drag this out, let the mood get thicker.
I chose mood over gratification. We'd be playing with something new, tonite, and I didn't want to spoil it.
I nuzzled my hand against her pussy, the thin fabric of her thong almost radiating heat. She grabbed the sheets at my touch, wrapped up tight in the sensation of my fingers drumming slowly over her clit under the cloth. It I kept it up, I knew she'd cum.... if there was anything Beth was good at; it was cumming at the slightest touch. I never knew if it was me or her, or both of us... but it rarely took more than a few firm touched, some well placed words, and permission for her to get off.
"You're enjoying this, I can tell...", I eased into a regular cadence, "So exposed, in the perfect position for anything I feel like doing. You want to cum right now?"
A breathless "yes" escaped her lips, her eyes were tightly shut and he shuddered slightly every time I petted her. Long, slow strokes along her spine; long, slow strokes over that gorgeous ass. If nothing else about the night was to go right, that was excellence. I would have her just like this, if I were to have her. I rolled my fingers against her pussy one last time, and curled my hand into a fist.
"Grind your pussy on my hand", I started off... little things at first, big things come later. As desperate as she was for her first climax, she rolled her hips sensually. Rocking up and back, as though she were fucking someone crouched right behind her. She slid forward and backward against my fist, letting the knuckles on my hand serve as reference points for the occasional hard grind against her clit. She started breathing heavier and heavier, moaning just a little as she worked herself into a bit of a subtle frenzy.
I reached for the whip... she hadn't seen it and didn't know it was there.
"Move quickly, pull the thong off now", I directed her. She fumbled quickly to remove it, but in the position she was in, she couldn't slide it off of her very fast. The first crack came down on her ass--SsssWHAP!
"Ahhhhnnnnn", I could see her grit her teeth. I could feel her tense her entire body. The pleasurable sensations were broken by the sharp crack of leather on flesh.
"Ass up, move", I barked, "faster"... SssWHAP..."Move faster"... SsssWHAP. Each time it made contact, she muffled a soft cry.
"When I tell you to move"--SssWHAP
"You..."--SssWHAP
"Will..."--SssWHAP
"Move..."--SssWHAP
"Fucking..."--SsssssWHAP!
"Faster..."--SSSSWHAPP!!
"Do... you... under... stand... me?"--I unleashed a torrent of strikes, alternating this way and that, bearing down fiercely. I half thought I might draw blood, as carried away as I was getting. The very act of whipping her was getting me aroused and excited. This little sadism meant so much. And she went from muffled cries to yells to screams. But not once, not even once, did she move from the position I had her hold.
"Yes, sir... yes, sir... I understand.", she whimpered and thrust her ass up higher to pacify me.
"Now hold still, hon, I want to see", I calmly relaxed her. She un-tensed and let me explore her body, rubbing strong hands over red welts. Maybe soothing them a bit with contact.
I grabbed her pajama bottoms and slid them around her neck, her surprise was expressed in a brief tensing--but as I started fingering her pussy, she nearly forgot about the tightening clothing around her throat. I twitched and diddled fingers around her clit and told her to cum for me, I wanted her to cum so badly. As she approached her climax I wound more and more tightly on the pj's until at that perfect moment where the only thing she could concern herself with was cumming--then I jerked them hard, backward, cutting off her oxygen and she stopped making all sounds as her body quivered with a strong orgasm. Her eyes fluttered a bit and she almost collapsed into a pile on the bed as the world went from rising and rising and rising heat to explosions in the dark. I continued fingering her cunt as she caught her breath and whispered a barely audible "Oh my God... Oh my God... oh... oh, fuck." This was new, she'd come to count on the unique novelty of our sex life, and surprises were seemingly part in parcel.
"Good girl", I told her as I ran a hand down to her pussy--already wet and expectant, "Good girl." I licked my thumb and explored her cunt, feeling her moist lips and twitching in and out of her gently. Her sighs told me everything I needed to know and I pressed deeper and deeper into her. She was so tight... I wondered if I might hurt her, but she only let out deep breaths of satisfaction as I plunged my thumb into her pussy. She quivered as I wriggled, and drew a sharp breath as she felt a finger massaging her ass.
"Relax, hon... just relax. You did really good, you want me to keep fingering you like this?", I asked plainly. In between moans, she expressed her affirmation. She nodded deeply into the sheets and rolled her hips against my hands and what they were doing with her. I pushed my finger first one knuckle, then two deep into her ass, wriggling my thumb against her G-spot and watched her buck and writhe against them. She was fucking my hands, fucking my fingers, looking for that sharp quaking climax that she would only get so far with.
"What am I doing?", I prompted. Knowing that this was generally the hardest part for her. Talking.
