I lay in bed beside you, exhausted from my day. I want nothing more than to sleep. This isn't what you want. As always, I need to please you but I'm not sure my body is up to the task my heart had promised you. I lay with my back to you, and wait.
You shift your weight in the bed. Your fingertips graze my hip. I know you are displeased but I can't find the strength to roll over. There may be repercussions later but I'll deal with them.
I sigh gratefully when you say nothing but instead just snake your arm under my pillow. You cradle my head in the crook of your arm. The solid warmth of your chest covers my back, your cock nestling against the curve of my ass. Your other hand moves my long auburn hair away from neck then rests protective and possessive on my hip.
I snuggle deep into your embrace, safe and secure. Your lips press against my neck. First light kisses then gently nipping. Your tongue tastes the salt of my skin and I shiver at the pleasure. Maybe I can find some strength after all. I turn my head to allow you better access to more of my neck. I feel your cock grow harder along my backside.
Your free hand begins to roam along my body. From my fingertips up my arm, slowly tracing the shape of my tattoo. Across my collar bone, you smooth stress away. You continue to kiss me as your fingertips travel my side, your light touch tickling my ribs. At my hip, you gently knead the muscles that are tensed there. You dig your fingertips into the tender flesh of my ass then pull gently. Your cock slips into the crack created, nestling into the tight warmth like it's found its home.
My breath catches when you press your fingers to my mound. You don't do anything else, just tease me with their presence. Instead, with the hand wrapped under my head, you pull me closer so your arm can wrap around my torso. You deftly tweak my nipples then cup the fullness of my breast in your hand. I lean back into you, turning my body until your lips brush my nipple.
You suckle me, drawn my teat to a taut point then scrape your teeth against it. I shiver in your embrace and you tighten your hold on me as you nip and suck and lick. An orgasm builds deep inside me in response and you know I'll cum soon just from these simple actions. After the first orgasm, you know I'm yours to do with as you please.
I rock in your arms, the spark in my gut building to a white hot fire. You whisper the first word of the night, "Wait." I clench the muscles in my pussy, holding back the flood of release. I know you're right - it will be better, more intense, in a moment. I hold onto the feeling while you continue to assault my breast. I want to press your fingers inside me, fuck your hand, but I know you have your own plan. I submit to your will and let you guide me down the path of enjoyment.
Finally, thankfully, you demand, "Now. Come now." And I do. At first a trickle then a gush of fluid escapes from my clenching pussy. You press down on my mound, hold me in place as you continue to adore my breast. A second orgasm quickly follows the first and I can't hold back the wave. I moan in frustration when you still don't allow me to move my hips in response. A quick bite to my nipple hushes my whine as I fear you'll stop the pleasure.
"You're mine. Tell me that. Tell me you belong to me." Your words are harsher than your voice which raises the hair on the back of my neck. I quickly agree with a nod. "That is not enough. Say it. Say the words."
"I'm yours. I belong to you. Always." I gasp when you push one finger deep inside me. "Yes! Please. I'm yours and you have the control."
You twist your finger around to hook the tip into my G spot. You know exactly where to touch me for the maximum response. You insert a second finger, beginning to stretch me wide. I clench around you and you stop moving. You pull your fingers out partway. I moan again, unable to hide my frustration. "Stop that. Lie still. Do not respond, just feel." I nod and relax.
You push your fingers in again and massage deep inside. My toes curl, my only response, but you do not stop. You slowly, achingly, increase the pace of your massage. Another finger pushes inside me and I barely restrain myself from verbally responding. 'Fuck me!' I want to scream. But I know this will end the game and I very much want to enjoy whatever you will grant me.
When you have all four fingers inside me, you raise up on your arm to have better leverage. Your hand is pushing deep inside me, hard and fast. You stare into me eyes, pressing me into the bed with the weight of your control.
"Now. Respond now. Fuck my hand. Hard." Your voice brokers no argument and I comply immediately. Gratefully. My hips fly in response. Hard and fast I shake in orgasmic excitement over and over again, losing track of the count. I know you'll want to know, that it will feed your ego, so I try to concentrate. I grasp your wrist trying to put more of you inside me. "My little slut." You deep laugh rumbles the bed.
Knowing what I want, what I need, you pull out enough to shift the alignment of your hand then push it all inside me. I bite my lip to keep from screaming but you want none of that this night. "Scream for me like the little whore you are." I hesitate and you force your hand deeper inside, harder. "Now. Scream for me."
I cry out as my most intense orgasm of the night wracks my body. I scream out. Nonsense words mixed with your name and with prayers of thankfulness. You don't let up and I scream again and again. You shift so both hands can touch me while continuing to fuck me with your hand.
Your other hand finds my ass, squeezing and slapping the round cheeks. You press your thumb to my anus and my eyes widen. I love when you double fill me. You push into both entrances and I scream again. This is what is so wonderful with you. You know what I need even when I think I'm too tired to participate.
You bring me to hard multiple orgasms before you give me a moment to rest. You smooth my sweat streaked hair from my face, letting the waves curl around your fingers. When I've calmed down and you know I can respond, you lay beside me. You wrap my hand on your cock. Staring at me you know words are not needed. I know what must be done, how to pleasure you. You've taught me well.
I sit beside you, facing you, my legs open to your touch. You place your finger below my snatch but do not touch me. Not yet.
With a gentle touch, I stroke the length of your hardness, cupping your balls at times, playing with you ass as a tease. With a longing look I stare into the depth of your eyes. I want only to please you, to bring you pleasure. I turn my body to place my lips on you, enjoying the taste of pre-come on the tip. When I shift your fingers brush my smooth mound and I clench with desire. This is your favorite game, and mine. How long into your blow job before your fingers find my inner heat again?
With my lips around your tip, I stroke the length of you. Soft at first then with a harder and tighter grip. You push the top of my head, just a single quick instruction. I know your cues. I move my hand to the base of you and more of your cock fills my mouth. You aren't fully inside yet, you'll tell me when. For now, I suck and fondle, keeping my body still while inside I scream for attention.
