The Strength of Lingerie

The strings dangled between her breasts as she investigated herself in the mirror. She leaned forward and pulled her arms together, pressing her chest together, creating a deep valley of cleavage. Her body wiggled and posed as she watched. Her thoughts tried to betray her with her feelings of inadequacy, but while wearing this, she felt good. Empowered. Sexy. Her breasts closed around the strings that led up to the knot that held this flimsy garment together. The strings looked as if they were being throttled between her breasts and she menaced them relentlessly in her play.

The black lace teddy was open in the back, ticking her as it swirled loose. The cool sensations of the air on her skin was delightful and exciting. Her body was commonly covered and the unfamiliar feelings felt out of place in the best of ways. The front of the teddy was loose lace as well, allowing her breasts to hang comfortably and unconstrained with only light support. The drag of the lace across her nipples hardened them, she noticed. Or, maybe that was just the thrill of anticipation that was trickling into her.

The lace went down and melded into a smooth silk that covered her stomach before flowing back open to more lace across her femininity. She turned and examined her profile, enjoying how taut her ass looked in the fabric. The teddy was a little tight there, but she enjoyed it, as it shaped her to give her butt a slight lift.

She ran a hand across it, a small girl-like giggle escaping her throat. She couldn't wait for him to see her. To feel the touch of the lace and silk and her body underneath. A warmth began to fill her, and she felt it and knew he would touch her hot skin. Her confidence swelled as she bit a lip and thought of his reactions when he saw her. He would drop everything and come to her, and touch her everywhere, examining every detail of her in this outfit. She was sexy, and he would say it.

She watched her fingers as they traced down the silk across her belly. Her nails were gelled a dark purple and trimmed short. His fingers would move down her like this, then he would claw at her gently. She scraped her nails up her stomach, a tearing sound as they scraped against the silk. Only faint lines were left behind on the fabric, but the sound of it was sharp and exciting.

She knew what he would do after that, impatient as he was. Heat suffused her neck and face as she was left wanting.

Maybe she could give it a small test. That would be okay, wouldn't it? Just to know what he would feel, what she would feel, when he touched her. She watched her fingers in the mirror, as if they were his, exploring her body once more, finding all the spots that made her gasp and squirm. As she watched, the fingertips trailed down her stomach with barely a whisper of contact. She parted her legs slightly for them as a soft pant crept into her breathing.

The fingernails clawed up again, he would tease her just like that, he would do it for what seemed like forever. Her heart raced, the sound thundering in her ears as it beat heavily.

Again, with the faintest of touch the fingers traced down, this time going lower and resting against and cupping her warmth. The hand pressed against her and rubbed in a slow circle. It felt good, the way he did this. It wasn't like how she would touch herself. She didn't know what he thought when he touched her, but she knew how it felt. As she rubbed her eyes closed, imagining his hands on her, she leaned forward and resting her hot face against the cool counter below the mirror. Her loose hair spilled around her head, hiding her flushed face. Her legs parted more and she arched her back as the fingers ran along her inner thighs, teasing her again, just as he would. She loved how the touch, his hands perfectly long practiced to fit her body. He knew just where to touch to drive her wild, and leave her wet and wanting.

Her free hand, not the one she used in place of his, clutched the counter's edge for support as she learned heavily into it.

Back up, the fingers clawed, rougher this time and pressing against moistened fabric as they passed by. Another sharp intake of breath cut through her panting. The touch didn't hesitate for long before passing down again, in another agonizing tease. This time, as the fingernails scratched upward, they paused longer and roamed around. Fingers slid along the crease of her thighs and pushed firmly against her mound. Her breath came faster now, the teasing fingers and massage building her hunger for his touch.

Her mind was filled with promises of pleasure as fingers danced around and rubbed achingly close to their goal. She focused on the thought of him, where they would touch, where they might go and explore her. His fingers were magical, seemingly not touching where she wanted and yet doing something better at the same time. He would run a hand along her inner thighs and up across her, just like that.

His other hand would reach up and stroke her body, maybe grab her breast, just like that. Then he would, after forever, press into her most sensitive spot, finally, and find saturated and inviting folds for him to explore. The fingers pressed her now, through the barrier of the wet lingerie fabric, and she moaned lightly as the touch finally brushed against its target. Her mouth was open, her hair threatening to suffocate her as her intakes of breath pulled it against her lips.

After such wanting and teasing, such anticipation, all his fingers would need to do to make her explode was hone in on her. Just like that. The fingers teased her no more and ran across her folds and rubbed at her clit. Just like that. They would get slippery and smooth, needing only her own excitement to wet them. They were tantalizing her now, feeling just right, only the fabric hindering a warm touch entering her as her clit was massaged with the heel of a magical hand.

She used both hands to grip the countertop and pushed her ass into the air, her hips unable to stay still. She moaned as the touch overcame her thoughts. The fingers pressed against her and rubbed ruthlessly as other fingers gripped her body to keep her still. Her hands tightened on the counter and she threw her head back, her hair flipping away from her and ticking her uncovered back as it flew.. She opened her eyes and he was there, a look of bemusement on his face as his hands were all over her. She tried to tell him something, but the words turned to a halting moan.

"Decided to start without me?" he asked her. She shook her head, in denial while panting under his touch.

"Never," she lied and he pressed his hand against her hard in punishment. She bit her lip, refusing to release the moan. She liked this sort of punishment. His fingers continued to run along her, spelling out messages on her body, one hand writing secrets of pleasure against her clit and the laying scripts of comfort along her body. Her breath hitched as the feelings built within.

"Do it," he whispered into her ear as he pressed his body against her, holding her tight and close with one arm, while the other draped across her ass and attacked her pussy from behind. She made a noise of agreement, nodding as she panted. Her body shuddered at his words, the precipice close as pleasure cycled through her. "Cum for me." He told her, and she did.

The wave of anticipation finally tore and her body throbbed with electricity. The wave crashed down onto her and ravaged her trembling body as he relentlessly applied his magic fingers. He spoke things to her, sweet things in her ear, his breath hot on her, but she couldn't remember what he said. Her climax took over her mind until it finally ebbed and the current running through her body started to slow.

She begged him to stop his fingers, the sensitivity of her overstimulated clit tearing at her. He refused and kept whispering sweet things into her ear, promises of love and pleasure, telling her how amazing it was to see her tremble with pleasure. How wonderful she looked as she moaned and shook. In that moment she could believe him, his hands and words molding her into someone that could believe the words. She came again for him, her body convulsing as she bit her lip hard and stifled the moan. Her legs trembled with exhaustion as she held herself up, still bent forward against the counter.

"S...Stop..." she begged him, weakly trying to still his hand.

"No," he said simply and kept rubbing her engorged clit. She didn't last long as he worked her and another, nearly back-to-back climax washed through her. This time he held her as her trembling and burning legs finally gave out and they slowly sank to the floor. She let the cool tile of the floor seep into her as her burning body trembled. He helped her up in his strong, and nearly carried her away. She leaned into him and nuzzled his chest, taking a deep inhale of his scent. A warm soft glow radiating through her body as he held her. He gently guided her down onto soft and fluffy clouds, their bed, and she stretched out her arms and legs luxuriously. She held her eyes closed and smiled widely, feeling his eyes on her.

"Now what?" he asked teasingly.

"Mmmm, nothing, now we sleep." She murmured and rolled onto her side, pressing her face into a pillow that she hugged close. She said this unashamedly, knowing the result that would follow, no matter what she said. A chuckle came from him and he slid onto the bed behind her, covering them both with the heavy covers. He pressed his body into hers as he settled, he was naked now, his clothes lost faster than she thought possible. She smiled to herself. His skin pressed against her as his wondrous hands roamed up and down her body. She let out little noises of pleasure as he pressed into sore muscles.

His body engulfed hers as his arms wrapped her and held her close. She could feel his excitement pressing into her. He eventually released his tight hold and coaxed her onto her back with guiding hands. They kissed, soft lips pressing against each other, licking and nibbling at each other. Wet and soft and hot.

Her own hands began to wander along his body and after some teasing of their own she finally took hold of his cock. It was hard, ready for her. Proof that her body was desirable and he was hungry for her. He moaned into her mouth gently as she rubbed the tip, clearing away some precum that snuck out. She brought the wet finger to her mouth, and sucked it clean as he watched.

His eyes sparked as she watched, a grin plastered across his face. As she pulled the finger from her mouth he kissed her again. Not squeamish of his own salty taste on her lips. If anything, she thought he liked it. With gentle strokes on his shaft they kissed passionately. His own hands were not idle and squeezed her breast. The lace pressing into her nipple and roughly scraping across them.

Fluidly he moved onto her, his weight pressing down on her. She wrapped her legs around his waist and squeezed him close as they continued to kiss. He leaned back and tossed the covers back. She shivered and goosebumped as the cold air struck her. He seemed to enjoy it as she wiggled against him.

With his gentle fingers, he pulled aside the crotch of her teddy, saturated in her wetness. She shivered as his cock tickled the folds of her pussy. With care he pressed himself slowly into her, she took deep gasps as she felt herself filling with him. As he came fully into her he settled his weight on her and ground his pelvis into hers, pressing her clit. She tried to withhold the moan. He made very few noises, only small noises of approval as he focused on her. She was overwhelmed by his focus on her body. His obsession. Sometimes she was self-conscious, but he never balked at her body, her flaws. So she gave herself to him, to explore with finger, tongue, or whatever he wanted. She always ended with a feeling of closeness and connection that she had never felt before.

Thrusting his cock, if you could call the agonizing slowness of it thrusting, he began to slide in and out of her. She tried to increase his speed by pulling on him with her legs and scratching claws, but he was frustratingly stubborn with his pace. He pulled himself back, and pushed in shallowly a few times before pressing against her and filling her completely. She lightly moaned and gasped as his tricks and teasing worked on her, driving her wild with need and hunger. He lifted her legs and put them on his shoulders as he started to quicken his pace. He leaned into her with each thrust, going deeper, filling her more. She was crushed under his weight with each slap of him against her slamming her clit with spikes of feeling and filling her to bursting.

She tried to hold back, she didn't want to give in so easily to his wicked talents, but it was for naught. Soon she was pushed up to the crest and over the edge again as his cock filled her. She shuddered as he continued to slam into her, her pussy clenching down in spasms that shook her insides. A small piece of her recognized that she had taken revenge on him for breaking her so easily, as she felt his cock throb and pulse within her. Warmth spread out from his twitching cock and traveled deeply into her.

She didn't notice when he stopped thrusting into her and rested against her while panting. She got her legs free and wrapped them around him, pulled him close, trapping him inside of her, the simple pleasure at keeping him there attached to her brought her warmth and joy. It would end soon enough, they kissed and breathed together. Letting the passion and hunger wane. Sated for now.

"Nice lingerie." He said and kissed her cheek.

"Thank you," she replied with a tired giggle.