Devotional Sex 3: Sometimes It's Hard

Tom lay flat on his back, his eyes staring up at the ceiling, unseeing. The gentle rhythm of his breathing filled the quiet room, a stark contrast to the chaotic jumble of thoughts racing through his mind. The white paint above looked back, unblemished, a canvas devoid of any art or marks that could hint at the tumultuous emotions bubbling beneath.

"Tom," a soft voice whispered into the silence, breaking through the cocoon of his thoughts. "I know it's hard for you, baby," Louise pressed herself a little tighter against him. "I just got my period, I don't feel like it." Her head nestled against his chest, her hand slipping down to trace the outline of his shaft through the fabric of his boxer briefs. He felt a twitch in response, a pulse of life that seemed to resonate through his entire body. "You okay?"

Her touch was feather-light, a silent question that he could answer only with a nod. He swallowed hard, his Adam's apple bobbing in his throat, and she took that as her cue to continue. Her fingertips danced over the fabric, tracing the contours of his cock until she found the head, still half-hidden by the elastic waistband. She stroked him, her movements slow and deliberate, as if exploring every inch of him was a new and thrilling experience.

Tom's eyes fluttered shut, and a low groan escaped his lips. His hand found its way to hers, not to guide her, but to hold on tight. It had been a week since they had made love. Both busy with ordinary things of the day. He felt her smile against his skin, the warmth of it spreading like a soft glow. "You like that?"

His cock reacting immediately. He felt his cock swell from below against her hand. His hand cupped her small hand. She should be able to feel his pulsing desire, his need for release, but she held back.

With a playful smirk, she moved a little, letting the tip of her index finger swirl on the tip. "Not tonight, my knight," she whispered, the promise of more unspoken but clear in her tone. She loved this game of cat and mouse, the way she could make him eager without uttering a word.

Tom's body tensed, a whine of frustration escaping his throat as he fought against the urge to thrust up into her hand. He could feel the muscles in his thighs tighten, the tension coiling in his belly. Ooh how much he would love to I thrust her hand, surrender to his horniness. But it was up to her. Louise determined the rhythm of their sex life. He had given her that power. He felt his cock swell from below against her hand. His hand cupped her small hand.

Her smirk grew, the corners of her mouth turning up as she watched his reaction. She loved the power she had over him in these moments, the way he squirmed under her touch, his body begging for more. Her strokes grew lighter, almost teasing as she moved her hand in slow circles around the head of his cock. She could feel him getting closer, the heat of him growing under her fingertips.

Her eyes traveled down to where her hand moved beneath the fabric, watching the way his cock twitched with every pass. The material of his boxer briefs was growing damp with his arousal. Little drops of precum leaking. She knew he was on the edge, that it wouldn't take much more to send him over, but she enjoyed the thrill of keeping him there, balanced on the precipice.

With each stroke, she could feel the energy building between them, a palpable force that seemed to crackle in the air. His hips began to move slightly, a silent plea for more pressure, more speed, more of everything she was withholding. She complied, her movements growing more confident, her grip tightening just enough to make him groan.

"Not tonight, my knight," she repeated, her eyes sparkling. "You know I won't disappoint you, I have a lot in store. For that, I need you a bit more horny, a bit more eager. I need your endurance!" She watched the way his body responded to the promise of more. "You're mine to play with," she said, her voice low and sultry.

He knew the rules of their game, knew that she was in control. He took a deep, shuddering breath, trying to regain some semblance of composure. "Ooh Princess, I love you," he groaned, his voice thick with need.

Her smile widened, and she leaned down to kiss him, her teeth grazing his bottom lip. "I like it when you're so longing," she whispered against his mouth. Her hand still lying still on his erection, the anticipation of her touch making him quiver. "It's so much fun to keep you on the edge."

She raised her hand and tilted his hand to the side. In one fluid motion, she stroked his thighs. With a light push, she indicated that he should spread his legs. He obeyed immediately. She watched the expression on his face, a mix of pleasure and anticipation, and it only fueled her desire.

He knew what was coming. He loved it when she slapped the underside of his swollen balls with her flat hand. The pulsating squeezing of his prostate resembled the feeling of ejaculation. At the same time, it was also the feeling of vulnerability, of complete surrender that was so horny for him. He knew the tap was coming.

"I like it when you're so longing," she repeated, her voice a sultry purr that sent shivers down his spine. Again she placed her hand gently on his shorts. His shaking member underneath. Her thumb circling the sensitive spot just beneath the head. The touch was electric, sending waves of pleasure through him. His eyes rolled back in his head, and he moaned her name.

"Please, Lou," he begged, his voice a desperate rasp. He heard her whisper teasing words and with each word, long-awaited slaps landed on his perinuem.

Her eyes gleamed with excitement as she leaned over him, her breasts brushing against his chest. She giggled, "You know it's worth the wait."

"I need you to be very horny," she said, her voice a siren's call that sent a fresh wave of desire through him. "I need you stiff as a rock for a very long time."

The anticipation was a living thing inside him, a creature that grew with every second she held back.

"Good boy," she murmured, leaning down to kiss him again. This time, her kiss was more resigned. Her hand lingered for a moment before pulling away, leaving him gasping and trembling with need. "That is all for now, my knight," she said soothingly, her voice a caress that did nothing to ease the ache. "Please come and lay behind me."

With a grace that belied the passion that had just played out between them, she turned onto her side, her back to him. Her hand reached back, her fingers lightly touching his cock, guiding it to the warm cleft between her buttocks. "You may hump me all you like," she instructed, her voice a silky whisper, "but remember, I'll need you all charged up."

Tom positioned himself behind her, his cock nestling against her ass. He could feel the warmth of her skin, the softness of her flesh, and he had to bite his lip to keep from exploding right then and there. He wrapped his arms around her waist, his hand on her hip.

As he lay there, his cock nestled against her, he felt the steady rhythm of her breathing even out, her body relaxing into sleep. He closed his eyes, trying to focus on the feeling of her against him rather than the desperate need for release that still pulsed through his veins. The room was silent except for the occasional rustle of the bedsheets and the soft sounds of her breathing.

Tom began to move his hips, rocking gently against her, savoring the warmth and softness of her skin. He was careful not to annoy her, not wanting to disturb the peaceful expression that had settled on her features. Each movement sent a jolt of pleasure through him, the friction of her body against his cock a sweet agony that had him biting back a groan.

Her words echoed in his mind, a soft sigh of contentment that seemed to mingle with the sound of their bodies moving together. "I like the feeling of your throbbing cock as I fall asleep," she murmured, her eyes still closed. Her voice was sleepy, laden with desire that seemed to cling to every syllable.

The heat of her body was like a warm embrace, and he felt the urgency of his arousal give way to something deeper, something that transcended the physical need for release. He could feel her muscles relaxing, her breathing growing shallower as she drifted closer to sleep. He felt so intimately connected to her balancing on the verge of ejaculation. He felt a brave knight, leaking precum against her divine buttocks.