A Pretty Picture
She’s aching for release, but he just wants to watch her.
She listened carefully for the next instruction. Her fingers tingled, wanting nothing more than to touch one of the many needy zones on her body. But she had not received permission yet.
“You really need some stimulation, don’t you?” He said to her in a slow, calm, baritone. She nodded, biting her lower lip. Her back arched slightly off the crisp sheets as she fisted them. “Well, I suppose I could be generous…”
Simone expected to feel his touch on her body, but it didn’t come. Goosebumps formed on her skin in anticipation.
“You can touch your nipples now, babydoll,” he told her.
She blew out a steady breath, relieved at the permission but disappointed that he wouldn’t be the one to touch her.
She let her hand trace down her breast towards the edge of her bra and dragged it down to expose one hard nipple. She rolled it between her fingers, feeling the bumps that had formed on her areola. Electricity spread through her like shimmering tentacles.
Reaching for the other nipple, she aimed to even out the sensations on her body. Her fingers pinched and twisted hard until she whimpered from her own abuse.
He startled her slightly when his thick fingers hooked into the sides of her panties and dragged them down her legs. Excitement escalated, hoping that he would now touch her himself.
“What a pretty little pussy,” he said, once the panties were off. She spread her legs open, exposing herself further.
She could feel the cool air against her wet folds. Her belly sucked in on its own, in preparation to be touched. She needed it so much! She needed his fingers, his mouth, his cock! She would take any of them right then, gladly and gratefully.
He let a finger slide down her thigh, which made her tremble, but it left her only more desperate. This was his way, she knew it. He loved to drive her crazy by depriving her of that pleasurable touch. He would hold out on her until she was a writhing, sopping mess. Simone already felt like crying, in hopes of not prolonging this torture.
“My, my how adorable you are when you are desperate,” he announced with amusement.
The pain from how hard she twisted her own nipples seared through her body and sent sparks to her eyes. She took all of her frustration out on them. Her pussy was starting to ache from how badly it needed to be touched.
“Perhaps I might allow,” she held her breath waiting for him to finish the sentence. “For you to touch yourself. But,” he emphasized the word, “No penetrating yourself and no touching that hot little button either.”
She dropped her hand between her legs immediately. Her fingers found her sopping wet, the moisture slick and warm beneath them. Sliding them back and forth through swollen, sensitive folds, she had to use all of her willpower not to dip inside her channel.
Simone’s clit ached for attention! She wanted so much to rub it and flick it, to pinch it and twist it like she did with her nipples. But she would be good and obedient and follow the rules.
Her fingers were starting to feel prunie from the moisture they were rubbing through, but she was not yet given permission to come, so she continued edging. Her ass lifted off the bed towards her fingers, her breasts ached with the tightness of her nipples. But he remained silent.
“Please, sir, can I come now?” She finally asked, her eyes closed. He waited a long moment before responding.
“No, babydoll. Not yet. I want to watch you play some more. Why don’t you bring those wet fingers to your lips and show me how well you can suck?”
She obeyed, despite whining about it. She licked her tart juices off her digits and sucked on two of them as if attempting to milk them. This only made her more desperate for release.
It was hard to believe that he didn’t want to replace the fingers with his cock. She could do such a good job for him, licking on all sides and flicking her tongue over the tip. But he chose to only watch. She felt his warm presence next to her, his eyes piercing through her.
Her body was a time bomb now, desperate to go off. She couldn’t hold back much longer. A shiver passed through her, and he chuckled. It felt almost cruel!
“Oh baby girl, I think I finally have you desperate enough,” he announced. She pulled her fingers from her mouth, nodding vehemently.
But yet he still took his time getting on the bed between her legs and lowering his head between her thighs. She wanted to crawl out of her skin! Her fingers dug into the sheet, squeezing it tightly, twisting it in her grip.
By the time he flicked the tip of his tongue over her throbbing clit, she erupted with a prolonged wale. Her voice poured out of her in pleasure as he continued to lick, lightly, wave after wave of orgasm washing over her.
“Wasn’t that so good, babydoll?” He smirked up at her from between her legs. “Wasn’t it worth the wait?”
He was too smug to reply to at that moment.
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Simone was eager for him to touch her in the most intimate places. She kept edging from desperation. When she was so close to her orgasm, he continued to tease her while struggling to reach her primal spot!