Devotional Sex 4 In Her Hands

I would like to tell you what wonderful thing unexpectedly happened to me last week.....

It wasn't that late in the evening, but I was already lying in bed. My eyes slowly closed as the fatigue of the day melted away. The bed welcomed me with its cool embrace, a sanctuary from the world.

Tom stepped out of the bathroom, his skin still glistening with moisture and the scent of his cologne filling the air. I noticed he had shaved, a silent gesture of his devotion to me. He was my knight, and this was his way of showing his commitment to fulfilling my desires. I felt proud to be his princess.

I flicked open the duvet and slapped on the empty spot of mattress which lay in front of me. Tom's gaze lingered on the space, understanding the unspoken invitation. He approached the bed with a mix of eagerness and reverence, his eyes never leaving my figure, gliding over my curves. His hard cock protruded from his body, a silent plea for attention, but he knew better than to make his desires known in an overly assertive way. He knew that our bed was my kingdom, my dominion, and that his job was to serve and satisfy me whenever and whatever his princess wanted.

As he lay with his back to me, the scent of his freshly shaved skin mingled with the lingering musk of his arousal. It was an intoxicating bouquet. The warmth of his body radiated against mine, his muscles tensed with anticipation, waiting for my touch. I knew he was ready for what I had in store for him. The past few days had been quiet. I had teased him a little while patiently letting the sexual tension in his body build up. I pressed myself gently against him. My soft curves contrasted with the angular firmness of his muscular body. I suddenly remembered last summer where I had watched him from our upstairs bedroom in the garden. His sweaty muscular body in the sun as he was trudging through the garden. It had then overwhelmed me with an animalistic horniness.

With a gentle but firm grip, I swirled my fingers around the base of his shaft and felt the hot, velvety skin under my touch. He gasped softly, his body shaking from the sudden contact. I felt his cock swell in my grip in just a few throbbing shoots.

I soothed him as I gently slapped his balls with a flat hand. I deliberately slapped just a little too hard for it to be just loving.

The initial shock of my action made him stiffen, but I felt his body slowly begin to melt under my touch. His breathing deepened. He knew I would take care of him, that I controlled every inch of his arousal, and that knowledge brought him peace. His cock remained hard and unyielding, the rest of his body surrendering to me. His legs slid apart slightly, his shoulders slumped. He was really in my hands.

I tightened my grip around his balls and rolled them gently in my hand. He groaned, his body arching backwards into me.

I let go of him abruptly, his cock hitting his belly with a soft slap. I knew what the sudden absence of my hand did to him. Now he had to master his raw sexual power. And he played the game, the gentle dance of devotional sex. It was all in my hands. I could give or withhold his pleasure. My sexuality came first. It was a dance we had performed countless times before, but every night the steps were new and exciting. The fact that he had deliberately put his pleasure in my hands had been such a liberation.

"I, I can't get enough of this," stammered Tom, his voice thick with desire. His words were a sweet symphony in my ears, a testament to his devotion and the power I had over him. "It's like... like every time you touch me, I'm on the edge of a precipice, and I can't... I can't help but long for more."

Tom could have seen my eyes twinkle if I hadn't been behind him. "Go on," I purred, my breath hot against the back of his neck. The anticipation was palpable, a living, breathing entity in the room, thick and heavy as a velvet curtain hung tightly around us.

Tom's voice was a staccato of gasps and whispers, "I like... I like it so much when you tease me.... I feel like I'm going crazy, but in the best possible way." He stammered as I lightly stroked his cock with a fingernail. "It's like... Like I'm going into some kind of trance. All I want to do is give you pleasure. Licking your pussy. Watching you squirm with pleasure while you ignore me and leave me like a puddle of despair."

Tom's breath stopped.

"I don't know," he stammered. "I want to... I want to please you. Whatever you want, whatever pleases you."

"ooh, good boy.....You must have your own dirty fantasies..." I gave another slap on his balls. He had to keep up. "Go on..."

"It's just that......." He stopped talking haphazardly as I touched the most sensitive spot of his cock, at the front of his glans, with quick flicking movements.

"Oh, Louise, Ohhhhhh" he moaned.

I pulled his foreskin up with my fingertips. His whole cock was under tension. Suddenly, I let go so that his stiff cock hit his lower abdomen again. "Concentrate good boy, you were trying to tell me something after all."

"Oh please," he moaned, "please let me cum."

"Tom, did I misunderstand you? I clicked my tongue and teasingly shook no "you just said you liked being teased and denied, don't you remember?" I asked sweetly.

"But, Louise, oooh" he tried to speak, squirming. His legs trembled involuntarily.

I curled up against him, my hand drifting away from his crotch, over his stomach, giving him some time to calm down a bit.

"Good boy, I love to hear all your dirty fantasies." I gently pinch his nipples. "Nothing to be ashamed about."

Tom's voice grew more urgent as he talked. He described how he fantasized about worshiping me, about the taste of my pussy, the smell, the way it felt around his tongue, the sounds I made when I was close to climax. It was like he was recounting a sacred text, each word a prayer of longing. His eyes were closed, his face a mask of concentration as he tried to articulate his desires without breaking the delicate balance of pleasure and denial.

"Please, let me eat you out," he begged, his voice strained. "I need it more than anything."

I felt a thrill at his words, a rush of power coursing through me. His desire was like a drug, addictive and intoxicating. I leaned closer, whispering in his ear, "Tell me more, Tom. Tell me how much you want to worship my pussy."

"I crave it," he confessed, his voice barely above a whisper. "The taste of you, the smell, the way you get wet for me. It's all that I can think about."

Tom's desperation was palpable. I could feel the weight of his longing, his body begging for permission to serve. I knew that he lived for these moments. These moments where I allowed him to taste me, to delve into the depths of my desires. It was a gift, one that he never took for granted.

"What about you yourself?" I asked, my voice dripping with the sweetness of a ripe peach.

Tom nodded, his eyes glazed with need, his voice a desperate whisper. "Your pleasure is my pleasure," he replied, his words a fervent mantra. "I am longing to give you pleasure, more than my own."

"There must be things you fantasize about? Kinky things?" I asked in my most innocent girl's voice.

I have never been as forward with Tom as that night. I could feel the thrill it gave him. It was an intoxicating moment for the both of us. Tom turned his head towards me. He looked at me with big eyes, like a little puppy with wagging tail hopefully waiting for his owner

I started stroking him again, slowly and deliberately, teasing his fantasies out. The closer he was an the verge of orgasm, the more he talked. He started off shy and quiet, but by the time he was close to orgasm, he had gone into a flood of fantasies, desires and fetishes. It was like he was finally letting me in on all his deepest, darkest secrets. I was literally milking him for information.

"Tell me more," I said. I watched him grow in certainty, in the confidence to release his deepest fantasies.

"You're wearing that tight, short dress of yours, the one that shows off your perfect ass." I felted his cock throbbing as he described me in the throes of passion. "And those pantyhose... I'd love to see them stretched over your curves. I'd push you onto the bed, face down. You'd arch your back, begging for it without saying a word. Your dress would ride up, showing me that gorgeous ass of yours."

I saw his face turn red. He was feeling a little embarrassed, I could tell. Teasingly, I relaxed my hand, easing the grip on his cock. He opened his eyes and looked at me desperately. His breath stopped. I nodded encouragingly and squeezed again at the same time. Of course he understood the assignment. Only on further exposing his dirty fantasies, would I indulge him further. He was in my hands, and he knew it.

"I'd slide your dress up over your waist, just enough to expose that sweet spot between your legs." He took a deep breath, his voice growing ragged. "Then I'd peel down your pantyhose and panties in one swift move, leaving them. I can only see a small strip of naked skin, your wet pussy in the depths."

The ritual repeated itself. Again Tom floundered. And again I gave him less stimulation. His breath was deep and uncontrolled. I released his rod to let him calm down for a while. After a minute, he regained a grip on his consciousness. I gently slapped his throbbing cock. He followed my prompting and slowly told on.

"I would put myself behind you." His hand moved to one of my breasts. I grab his wrist and pushed his arm back, pressing his arm above his head onto his pillow. I shake my head seductively to indicate that I did not want to be touched.

"Fucking you hard." His other hand found my thigh, his fingers digging into my soft flesh.

"I think I can live with you worshipping me," I said, laughing softly. My voice was like a siren's call, luring him deeper into the waters of submission. I released his cock and rolled onto my back, my legs spreading lazily. His eyes followed my movements, his gaze hungry as it traveled the length of my body. I reached under my pillow and pulled out my favorite vibrator.

It was a sleek, purple device, the buzz of it's motor a low rumble in the quiet of the room. I turned it on and watched his eyes widen as the vibrations danced across my fingertips. I trailed the tip along the edge of my areola, feeling my nipple tighten in response. The coolness of the toy against my skin was a stark contrast to the heat between my legs, a promise of the pleasure to come.

Tom's eyes remained glued to the vibrator as I slid it down my stomach, the anticipation in his eyes growing with every inch closer it got to my pussy. His hand hovered over me, trembling slightly, as if he couldn't quite believe he was allowed to touch me. I took his hand and placed it gently over my slit, his fingers pressing down with a mix of reverence and hunger.

I arched my back, pushing my breasts upwards. The move was instinctive, a silent invitation that he couldn't refuse. Our connection was palpable, a bond forged through countless nights of devotional play, where his desires were secondary to mine. His eyes flicked to my chest, and without a word, he leaned in, his hot breath ghosting over my erect nipples. His tongue swiped across one, then the other, a tender dance that sent bolts of electricity through my body. The vibrator remained forgotten for a moment, my focus solely on the sweet agony of his mouth worshipping my breasts.

Very slowly, I felt his middle finger gently pressing against the opening of my pussy, mimicking the lapping of the waves against the shore. His touch was feather-light. My legs quivered, my body poised on the precipice of an orgasm that was so close I could almost taste it. The anticipation was exquisite, a symphony of sensations that played across my skin, each touch a note that brought me closer to crescendo. I pressed my pussy encouragingly against his hand

Tom's eyes widened, the hunger in them burning like a wildfire. I felt his finger suck in, the anticipation of his touch made me quiver. He pushed inward. The sensation was exquisite, a dance of pleasure that grew more intense with every movement. My breath grew ragged, my chest heaving as he found my g-spot, the elusive jewel of sensation that could make me shatter. The feeling was like nothing else, a wave crashing over me, pushing me closer and closer to the edge. My muscles clenched around his digit, the walls of my pussy pulsing with need. The pressure grew, a delicious ache that filled me up, threatening to overflow.

Tom's eyes never left mine as he watched the pleasure build on my face, his own expression a mix of concentration and awe. He knew my body better than I did, every twitch and sigh a map to navigate my desires. His finger swirled and danced, the waves of sensation growing stronger with each pass. And then it hit, the moment of no return, the point where I could no longer hold back.

My body tensed, muscles locking as the orgasm crashed over me like a tidal wave. The sensation was intense, so much so that for a brief, terrifying moment, I thought I might actually wet the bed. But instead, something even more powerful happened. My pussy began to squirt, hot and wet, the fluid spraying onto Tom's hand as he continued to stimulate my g-spot with unrelenting precision. His eyes widened in surprise and delight, a smug grin played on his lips as he watched my body betray my own inhibitions.

I looked at him in amazement. The pleasure was so intense, it was like nothing I had ever felt before. And as the orgasm continued to roll through me, my eyes filled with tears, the intensity of the emotions overwhelming.

Tom's finger slided out, his hand still cupping my lips. Together we felt the aftershocks of my climax subsiding. His eyes searched mine, filled with pure devotion, as if he could read every thought and feeling that passed through me. The love in his gaze was like a balm to my soul, soothing any doubts or fears that may have lurked in the shadows of my mind. Tears were trickling down my cheeks.

I reached out, my hand seeking his cock. The softness of my touch a stark contrast to the firmness of his length. The head was slick with precum, a bead forming at the tip, begging for attention. We lay together in an intimate cuddle, our bodies entwined like vines. The gentle rise and fall of his chest under my cheek was comforting, the steady rhythm of his heart a lullaby. He simply allowed me to hold him, to feel the heat that radiated from his shaft. His submission was absolute, a silent declaration that he was mine. He truly was my devoted knight.