Tease For Two

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It has been going on all day; A kiss in the kitchen, your hands on my neck, a little tug on my hair. In the shower you reach between my thighs with lazy slow fingers and explore the folds and creases of my pussy until I am desperately pushing into you searching for more. Then you stop. The smile on your face is infuriating and delightful all at the same time. It doesn’t stop there. Whilst we are dressing you comment on my arse, how peachy and pale it is but how you love it the best when it glows with heat and handprints. Despite my mumbled protests and claims of being a good girl I can’t help but turn and offer my butt to you. To my disappointment you let your fingers glide across it with a feather light stroke and leave the room and me to my frustrations.

I dress with your interest in mind, matching white lace panties and bra and a summer dress. I know if I stand in just the right place the sunlight pouring in through the windows will provide you with an almost naked vision of what I am. Your eyes follow me, your smile taunts me, my annoyance builds in almost direct correlation to my desire for you and your touch.

As the day progresses the game continues; gentle fingers caress my neck as I work, when I reach out towards the fly on your trousers rough hands grab my wrists and twist. For a moment I struggle but it is over quickly as you apply just enough pressure to remind me that my bones are fragile compared to strength of your hands. I sit and nurse the redden skin on my wrists and I can feel the moisture gathering in my pussy. Harsh reprimands do nothing to quench my thirst for you.

At dinner your hands roam beneath the table, pushing up my skirt and pinching at the tender flesh of my thigh. I shift in my seat, thoughts of pushing my skirt down and pulling away from you die in my mind as instinctively my body edges closer to you until our thighs are touching. Family chatter fills the room and I do my best to appear engaged and alert. I am alert but it is my growing throbbing ache to be touched that really has my attention.

The evening seems so long, I will it to be bed time, just so I can take off these layers and wrap my needy little body round yours and feel your skin against mine. When the children are finally settled in bed you direct me to remove my dress and bra. Your mouth feels hot against my nipple, your teeth, threateningly sharp, graze against the sensitive flesh. I arch my back in a silent beg for more, in reply you stop.

The cushion for my knees is a nice touch. Your cock is already well on its way to being hard as you unzip your trousers and guide it into my mouth, clearly today has worked well for you too. Without thinking what I am doing my fingers stray down into the waistband of my panties, seeking out my throbbing clit amongst the ever-increasing sticky juices. I know you have noticed but you say nothing and I take your silence as consent. Your fingers wind their way into my hair, guiding my hot little mouth to pleasure your cock just the way you like it. Everything about this moment makes me worse. I am consumed by need.

“Don’t you dare cum my darling little slut”

I am so close that for a brief moment I think of ignoring you and letting it happen anyway but despite my longing for that release I know that those words are not ones to be ignored lightly and besides the hour is late, surely my reward awaits me in the dying hours of the day?

You have twisted and turned, pulled and poked at me for hours now. I am lost into it, a murky shadow of wanton greed that needs release. As we climb the stairs to bed the words finally tumble from my mouth

“Please Sir”

“All in good time slut, no need to rush things”

My mind rages, my body throbs, make it stop, do it more, make it stop, do it more, make it stop, do it….

Mollyxxx

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