I love being teased, and this afternoon, you decide to indulge me.
I'm in the kitchen, finishing a snack over the island counter when you approach from behind. Your arms reach down to wrap around my waist, and you bring your lips to the side of my neck, kissing it gently.
"Well, hello there," I say, leaning back into you. I can already feel your cock start to harden against the small of my back, and I raise myself up on my tippy toes so I can lightly wiggle my ass against it.
"Hey, babe," you respond, kissing upwards on my neck towards my ear. Your hands trail upwards from my waist to cup my tits over my shirt. I've been lazily lounging around the house, so I'm not wearing a bra, and you can feel my nipples poke through under your touch. You use your index fingers to trace circles around my nipples, and I sigh, melting into you. You know how much this turns me on... and how it makes me desperately wish you'd be rougher.
You came in intending to tease, though, and you're going to draw it out for as long as possible. One of your fingers continues to circle my nipple while your other hand slowly reaches down towards my crotch. You're being extra mean today, and you take your time, your hand trailing over my stomach at an excruciating pace until you reach my mound. I part my legs to give you easier access. Your hand reaches between them, and with your middle finger, ever so slightly, you rub my crotch over my panties and shorts. I gasp.
"How long are you going to draw it out?" I whimper. I can't see your face, but I can tell you're smiling when you respond.
"As long as I want to. Don't you know how this works?"
I do, in fact, know how this works. You know exactly how to taunt me, exactly where to touch, exactly how much pressure to apply. You know that the longer you do this, the more desperate I'll get, even to the point of begging and crying for release. You once brought me to the point of almost sobbing as I pleaded for you to fuck me, please, fuck me. Contrary to what the tears might've suggested, I savored every minute of it. It's what I fantasize about when I'm teasing myself on my own.
You reach down for the waistband of my shorts, but not my panties, and start to tug them down. I feel them fall to the floor and know it's my cue to step out of them. You kick them to the side, and your hand finds my crotch again, this time only covered by one layer of fabric. Your middle finger finds my slit and starts to trace it, back and forth. Every time you reach my clit, your finger gives a light flick, causing my whole body to twitch. My whimpers sync up with your movements as I lean my head against your chest. You chuckle.
"Do you have any idea how wet you're getting?" you ask. I'm in such a state of heightened bliss that I can't find the words to respond, so I shake my head. You push your finger into my crotch with the slightest pressure. "You're so wet, I can feel it through your panties. They're getting damp. You're going to soak through them soon."
I nod, moaning as you continue to tease my slit. "You know what that makes you?"
I know what you're going to say, and I want you to say it so badly. You know this is one of my favorite things to hear and that it'll make me instantly lose it. My breathing quickens. "What does it make me?"
You abruptly remove both of your hands from my body, no longer teasing any part of my body. I whine and reach for your arms, trying to move them back on my body, but you move them away and laugh. I can tell you're enjoying this, and the more I whine, the more you laugh.
Then, I feel your hands on my hips, yanking down my panties. Your hand finds my crotch again. You press your middle finger into my bare slit, and I moan as you slide it up to my clit. I'm so wet that I can feel it leaking out of my pussy and spreading between my thighs. I start moaning louder, losing control of my breathing.
I feel your lips on my neck again, brushing my ear. "You're pathetic."
I fucking lose it. I try to move my body so I can grind against you and push your finger deeper into my pussy, but with every movement, you adjust your touch to never give me what I want. Your finger starts to circle around my clit without touching it directly, occasionally rubbing into its hood, which drives me wild.
