Touch of a Feather

Always so hard, always so harsh.

Pinching, biting and scratching his way down my body.

But this time his touch is soft as a feather, gliding delicately over my skin.

My back rests against his chest, his hands free to roam my body. His touch, barely there and yet it still leaves a trail of fire in its wake. A slow steady blaze that only grows hotter with each new sensation. His fingers creep down my arms, sliding up and down my sides, giving the barest brush against my breasts. Gone before I can even want more. His hands flatten against my belly slipping further down. I can almost feel the itch in his fingers to turn that glide into a scratch. My smile didn't get the chance to form as its blown away by the rush of air escaping me as his thumbs brush over my mound. My legs open from their own accord, giving better access to follow the curve down.

The steady blaze blooms before his thumbs leave me. Fingertips dance over my inner thighs and loins. The rising heat is already forming a tight knot deep in my belly as his fingers continue to ghost over me. I don't let the groan escape me. Not giving him the satisfaction of knowing how he's affecting me. He keeps steadily stoking the fire as his hands and fingers explore my body as if it's the first time instead of the hundredth. That light touch driving me crazy as I squirm beneath it. He avoids all the places where I want it. My mind grows taut as it focusses on those places he avoids. Willing his fingers to go to my nipples, to play with my clit. To do something more.

Shifting tensely, I can't hold my moan any longer as his dancing digits finally sweep up over me swiftly to roll my nipples. The moan doesn't stop as he circles them with a single finger each. I'm squirming more with each circle he makes. My hands fisting in the sheets. Legs kicking out as little cries and whimpers escape me. My voice nothing more then a strangled needy whine "More!" his fingers move abruptly as if he's finally going to pinch instead of those endless circles. My excited gasp quickly turns to a pathetic groan as he only lightly grasps them before making more twists.

His throaty chuckle rumbles in my ear and I practically growl as I take his hand. Firmly pushing it down to the place I need it the most. His other hand grasps mine quickly before I can do more to push it against that jumble of nerves. He places it firmly at my side. Bringing his back up while making disappointed sounds. Gently kneading my breast while his other hand almost lazily traces the pattern of my panties. Drifting lower and lower I bite my lip. Chanting pleads and encouragement from the safety of my mind for him to plunge his fingers inside and make me scream.

I mewl pathetically, rolling and shifting my hips to get more pressure where I need it to no avail. That dreaded word passes over my lips in hope of something more. "Please..." Everything stops and I groan deeply as more slips out "Please, I want more. Please, give me more. I need it!"

His fingers raise up to just above my clit, standing on end, exerting just a bit of pressure. My hips move of their own will "yesss... Please.... more" His hand moves along, keeping the pressure the same, refusing to give me what I'm pleading for.

I cry out in my effort to follow those fingers up even as his voice sounds in my ear "Oh, I thought you wanted to try my soft touch?" That bastard is practically purring "Isn't it what you expected it to be? Well that is just too bad babygirl, because that soft touch is all you're going to get." His tongue flicks out along the shell of my ear as I whine and try to make my hips go faster. "If you can't come from this you really just don't want it that badly. But don't worry." I can feel how his lips curved into a grin against the side of my neck as his teeth graze it and I let out a groan of frustration at his next words "I won't stop until you do." His fingers leave that perfect place and my hips fall on the bed while I'm left whimpering again.

He shifts me in a better position, my back still against his chest. Retracing part of the path on my body again and I flinch when he finally reaches my nipples again, so sensitive that it almost hurts. A steady series of the lewdest moans I've ever made come from me as he massages both my breasts, giving my sensitive buds only the barest little flick every once in a while. I arch my back, voicing my approval when his left hand finally goes down again but its going so damn slow causing me to whimper. Its the same as before, the right place but not enough pressure. My hips are dancing in an effort to release the tension in that knot that grows tighter and tighter.

Everything else fades away, just his fingers and that burning place are left. Minutes or hours pass, my eyes shut light and a steady staccato of sounds leave me. It's his voice that finally makes me come undone "Come for me, baby girl". My breath stops, not a sound coming from my open mouth, stars explode everywhere around me. He keeps holding me as my world spasms and shudders.

When sound and color finally come back I collapse into him breathing harshly. I'm already rolling over and trap one of his legs between mine when he asks "still have doubts about my soft touch?" I hide my smirk in his chest as I give a little shake to snuggle in closer, so easy to rile up...