Do you really have to get up yet?
He turns to look at me “Well I could stay a few more moments”
“Oh goody” I giggle as I reach down between my thighs and gentle stroke my clit
He just lays there and watches me. His eyes flicking from my face to between my legs and back again. I open my legs a little bit wider, resting one against his thigh. I make a little mewing sound.
“Something you want, slut?”
“Please touch me” I reply.
He runs his hand up and down my thigh, from the side of my knee right to the fold where my legs meets my cunt. Gentle feather light caresses that make my skin tingle and me sigh with pleasure. It feels so good but I want more and every time his fingers get near my cunt I tilt my hips up offering myself, willing him to put his finger in me. Just when I think I am going to explode with frustration he runs his fingertips softly over my labia. Gently opening me up, dipping his finger into my wetness and trailing it all over my cunt. Again and again, just pressing into the entrance of me and then stroking all around the dips and folds between my thighs.
I am almost weeping with frustration at this point.
Please, please put your fingers in me properly” I whimper
“Like this?” he asks and I can feel him just starting to invade my body
“More” I plead trying to push my hips up to met his touch
“Such a filthy slut” he growls at me as he finally pushes his fingers deep inside me.
I don’t know if it is the slow buildup or if he just found the right spot straight away but I can instantly feel the beginning of my orgasm starting to build.
“Not yet” he says and stops what he is doing. Kneeling up beside my head he uses his free hand to guide his dick into my mouth.
And I do, as deep into my mouth as I can. He smells so good, musky and sexy and I breath his scent deeply into me through my nose while his cock fills my mouth.
His fingers resume what they were doing. Stroking, filling, stretching, pushing…. I can’t find the right words to describe it but it is feels so damn good and I know I could come so easily.
His fingers go still
“You are not sucking. Every time you stop sucking I will stop too. You want me to continue then you best suck”
And he is right, my orgasm has distracted me and whilst his cock is still most definitely in my mouth I am just holding it there. I let out a low deep moan as I glide my mouth up and down his length and his fingers continue their work inside me.
I don’t know why but each time I can feel myself getting close to coming I stop sucking him and each time he instantly stills his fingers inside me and we play this stop start game over and over until I kicking my legs on the bed beneath him in frustration.
“You want to come, you have to suck” he reminds me again
And for a moment I nearly utter the words “that’s not fair” but I bite them back knowing that they will only make it even less likely that I will get what I want and so I continue again to draw his cock into my mouth and this time when I feel my orgasm building I keep going, sucking him into my mouth as he drives his fingers into me and this time no one stops and now he is fucking my mouth, pushing his dick into my mouth and his fingers into my cunt and it is all so disgustingly fabulously dirty and I finally come in hard tight spasms that send a hot rush of fluid from my body over his hand soaking the sheet below us and as I do he fills my mouth with his own juices.
“Oh my look what happened” I say as he flops down on the bed beside me
“I never do that” I continue on
“That is not true” he replies
“OK, well I very rarely do that. Is that more accurate?” I ask
“Yes, much better” he says
“It felt good” though I say grinning at him
“Yes it did” he agrees
“Annoying I have to change the sheets now though”
“Well that is the risk you take when you convince me to stay in bed in the mornings”
“It’s a risk worth taking” I reply
And together we strip the sheets from the bed.
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