I can feel his hand running up my leg before I open my eyes. I don't open my eyes because I'm not sure what he wants just yet. Living with my former stepfather has been anything but dull. He's opened my eyes to a lot of kinky things I didn't know were out there, but pleasure has a way of opening one's mind.
"Jen." His breath is hot on my ear. His kisses along my neck send shivers down my spine and cause my nipples to tighten.
"Hmm?" His hand slides across my midriff and up to the swell of my breast.
"Open up for me, Kitten." I love it when I feel his deep voice rumble against my skin. I'm more than willing to roll onto my back and spread my legs. I expect to feel his fingers, his magic fingers, but I don't. Instead, he moves his body between my legs. He's naked I didn't realize that before but I will definitely take advantage. He nudges his hard cock against me just before he slides deep. It doesn't matter that there was very little foreplay, I get wet as soon as he touches me. Hell, if I even think about him touching me I get wet.
My legs wrap around his waist automatically, I couldn't stop them if I tried. My heels press against his toned ass as he strokes into me. I can feel the pressure of my approaching orgasm building low in my pelvis. I look up at him above me in the gray morning light and catch him looking at me. I want to hide, I was sleeping, I have no makeup on, my hair is a mess I know I look scary but I can't hide, I can't even look away. My eyes are caught on his, his deep brown eyes don't give away any of his thoughts, they never do. He leans down and sucks my lower lip into his mouth. He runs his tongue over it before slipping it into my mouth. My stomach does the weird little lurch it always does when he kisses me.
The pressure building within me is intense, I can feel him picking up the pace. My hands are gripping his shoulders, my fingernails clawing into his back. I can't help it, I can barely breathe, my pelvis lifts up off the bed meeting his hard thrusts until the pressure shatters my nerves. I whimper as my nerves spasm, sending pleasure through my body in short sharp bursts. His orgasm follows mine in several short thrusts. When he stills, his body is resting fully on top of mine pressing me into the bed. My ankles are hooked at the base of his back and my arms are still tightly wrapped around him. I wonder what he would do if I refused to let go. If I insisted that he stay in bed with me, making love to me all day with no pretense except pleasure would he do it? Or would that be the end of our hot affair that has barely begun? Unfortunately, I'm pretty sure I know the answer so when he moves I let him.
"Mmm, the best part of waking up." I sing and smile a sleepy smile, he chuckles but pulls away.
"I have something for you to wear today."
Of course he does, "Okay." I feel him slip it over my feet, it feels like panties so I lift up and look, it sort of looks like panties and... not.
"It's a butterfly." He slides it all the way up until that butterfly is sitting right against my clit. He sits back on his heels and grins at me. He looks so good, it doesn't even matter how much older he is, he's gorgeous I could lay here and look at him all day, and I would if only he would let me. He holds up his phone and presses a button and the little butterfly feels a lot more like a bumble bee. It buzzes right on my clit and it makes me squirm. He grins wider and stops it.
"I can turn it on from anywhere." I can see the excited gleam in his eye, I love that gleam. "Leave it on and I can play with you even when I'm not here. The rule for today is no masturbating. Oh, and wear these." He points at a pair of panties on my bed.
"I haven't showered yet."
"No problem, it's waterproof." He pressed a quick kiss to my lips just before he walked out the door.
I slump back in my bed trying not to pout. But it's hard. I've been here with Mike for almost two weeks and it's been amazing, sort of. The sex is off the charts hot, I don't mind the games he wants to play even the role play is fun, but it feels... empty. It hasn't all been sex. We hang out together a lot, Mike is a fantastic cook, and even though I try to help, he makes me dinner nearly every night and we eat together and talk a lot. But during that time, he treats me like a roommate, until he doesn't. Our relationship is either scorching hot or luke warm at best. I'd really like to meet somewhere in the middle. I'd like to sleep in his bed or have him spend all night in mine. But I'm not about to complain because even if I want more I'm really not willing to give up what I've got.
Thanks to Mike my day is extremely frustrating. He's set off that bumble bee in my pants multiple times, once in the shower. Again, in the car, another time in the copy place. Even standing in line to get coffee. Normally I wouldn't complain about that but he doesn't leave it on. It runs in bursts of about thirty seconds, which is enough to wake my body but not enough to put it to rest. Of course, now I understand the no masturbating rule. He wants me frustrated it's part of whatever game he is playing today but I'm not enjoying this game.
I could get myself off. It would be easy. Hell, I could just take off the damn butterfly, but I can't. I hate that I can't. I can't because of that look he gets when he's so turned on. When I play along his excitement is palpable. So as frustrating as it is, I'm determined to play along. Even if I am seriously pissed by the time he walks through the door.
"Take off your shirt." As horny as I am, and as ready as I am to strip, it pisses me off that much more that those are his first words to me.
"Hello, to you too. My day was great, thanks for asking. How was yours?" I glare at him and he looks at me surprised and then he smiles. The second he smiles I know I've made a mistake but it's too late.
"So, you're going to be a sassy little girl today huh?" He moves towards me and my heart rate moves from resting to I just ran a six-minute mile. He stops directly in front of me, his body nearly touching mine. He runs his thumb along the edge of my lower lip.
"Hi, Jen." His voice is soft, seductive. "How was your day? I thought about you all day, I wondered if you were wet, if you soaked through those silk panties. I wondered if you were turned on enough to cum in the few seconds that the butterfly was on. I wondered if you gave in and got yourself off. I even wondered if you were frustrated. If you would just take it off." I can't breathe, the way he is whispering his lips so close to mine I can feel his breath. I'm about to melt into a puddle at his feet. His lips brush over mine, his tongue gliding slowly over my lower lip, running softly against my tongue. My hands reach for him with a will of their own slipping inside his suit coat to his waist I tug him against me. I can feel his erection behind his slacks and I wonder if he's been as frustrated today as I have.
His lips leave mine moving up my jaw and then down my neck. I can feel the scratch of his whiskers followed immediately by the sensual caress of his tongue. My knees are weak and my thighs quiver with need.
"Take your shirt off... please." He whispers in my ear and I'm happy to comply. I quickly unbutton my blouse and pull it free of my skirt. Mike is watching me as he tugs his tie loose. I drop the blouse on the floor and look up at him awaiting further instructions. "Bra too." I release the hooks and drop the bra to the floor. My nipples are already hard, they've been hard all day and he smiles when he sees them. He's taken off his jacket and tossed it over the back of the couch, his tie is hanging loosely around his neck.
I hold my breath when he leans down and swirls his tongue over my nipple, he thoroughly coats it with saliva before he draws back and blows across it. The cold air causes it to tighten further and I gasp at the delicious zing it sends straight to my pussy. He repeats the entire process with the other nipple and it feels just as good.
"Take off your skirt." I unzip the back and let it fall without a second of hesitation. I am so turned on right now I'm sure that butterfly would make me cum in less than ten seconds.
"Do you always wear a garter belt or is that for me?" He whispers, his whiskers scratching up the other side of my neck.
"I don't like pantyhose." I breathe, "I wear stockings and a garter belt with my work clothes." I'm surprised I can even form a coherent sentence, my brain feels like mush.
"It's really hot." He sucks my earlobe between his teeth and I forget my response completely. Mike puts his hands on my shoulders and turns me around and for a moment I'm not sure what I'm supposed to do but then his lips are on my neck again so I don't really care what I'm supposed to do. His hands slide down both of my arms simultaneously, when he reaches my wrists he grips them tightly and pulls them behind my back. I can feel something soft and cool slide over and between. He's tying them with his tie, I don't really like to be tied but I'm not about to break a house rule and tell him no, so I don't say anything and let him continue.
Once my wrists are secure he pulls me back against him and slides his hands around my body. "You look so fucking hot, sassy little girl." He growls in my ear. His hands slide up my torso until he's cupping both my breasts. He pinches the nipples rolling and pulling. I lean my head back against him enjoying the feeling. Until I feel something literally latch on to me. There is a small red rubber thing on each of my nipples. I don't know what they are but they feel really really good. Like someone is sucking on each of my nipples at the same time.
I'm sure I look like a playboy layout standing there in only my garter belt, panties, stockings and heels but Mike can't take his eyes off me and I love that. He moves in front of me and drops to one knee, slowly he draws my panties down my legs and I step out of them. He doesn't tie them around his cock this time, instead, he tucks them into his pocket. He walks me forward to the dining room and leans me over the table. My heels give me plenty of height so my ass is up in the air when my chest is pressed against the cold table.
"Spread your legs for daddy." He's already spreading my feet farther apart but his words send a rush of heat through my body. He runs his hands from my shoulders down my back and over my ass. It's not a soft caress, I can feel each of his fingers pressing into my skin. He leans over me and sucks hard on the nape of my neck. Hard enough that I'll need to wear my hair down for a week. I don't tell him to stop. I don't want him to stop. His tongue glides slowly down the line of my spine. All the way down past my waist, skipping over my tied hands and the garter belt. His tongue glides down the crack of my ass to the puckered hole. There he stops. I squirm at the idea, but as the tip of his tongue circles the sensitive skin I decide I no longer care.
His tongue teases and tickles, I never knew it would feel so good. I feel his finger as it breaches the ring of muscle. I've had guys ask to fuck my ass before but I always said no. At this point, I don't think there is anything I would say no to with Mike so I don't even try. Instead, I just relax and enjoy the sensations as he slowly fucks my ass with his finger.
I feel the cold gel of lube as he presses it into me. His fingers don't need lube so I have to assume he intends to put his cock in there. I'm afraid of the pain and yet the fear only turns me on that much more.
Mike takes his fingers away and then I feel something else, but it's not his cock like I thought. It's cold and smooth.
"What's is that?" I ask but he doesn't answer right away. I feel him pushing it. It's bigger than his fingers but the steady pressure forces it past my sphincter and then it slides easily. I can feel my ass close around it but not all the way.
