“Do you want me to stop?” I ask, ghosting my fingers over her inner thigh, making her shiver in response.
“No. Please, don’t stop,” she breathes, clamping her thighs shut, trapping my hand between the soft flesh. “Please make me come, Elias.”
“Good girl.”
I slowly roll down her skirt and panties, she now lies completely bare for me, save for the stockings that I couldn’t bring myself to remove; she looks too fucking delicious in them. I grab the chair from the corner of the room and place it at the foot of the bed, sinking down into it. I take a moment to drink her in. If I weren’t already sitting, she would bring me to my knees. Her eyes are full of confusion and lust. Her pussy glistens in the low light and quivers around the pink silicone. She absentmindedly rolls her hips, desperately trying to chase the friction. Her thighs twitch every time the toy touches her g-spot.
Fuck. She is a work of art.
I reach forward and slowly pull out the vibrator, which is now slick with her arousal. I drag it up over her sensitive bud, earning a low moan from her.
“Touch yourself,” I command, sitting back, my legs spread wide in the chair.
She looks at me with a hint of hesitation in her eyes.
“I want to watch your fingers work that pretty pussy, little rebel. I want to watch you come apart as you realize nothing and no one will bring you the pleasure I can.”
Her mouth drops open, and her pussy visibly flutters. Her nipples are now erect peaks casting shadows over her soft breasts in the dim light.
My resolve cracks, and I take my hard cock out of my slacks, letting her see the effect she has on me. Her eyes drop, and she licks her full lips. I wrap my hand around myself and slowly start moving from base to tip.
“Spread yourself, I want to see that pussy wide fucking open and dripping for me,” I say.
With that, her hesitation disappears, and she lets out a low moan. Her fingers trace up and down her inner thighs, ghosting over her pussy before moving back down. Her eyes are hooded with lust, and her chest moves slowly with her shallow breaths.
She’s fucking teasing me.
Her hips buck as she finally touches her swollen pussy. She uses two hands to spread her glistening lips wide for me. She’s so fucking wet. Her clit is swollen and red, just begging for attention. Droplets of her arousal drip between her and it’s the hottest thing I’ve ever seen.
“Touch that needy clit. Let me hear how wet you are, little rebel.”
Her index finger trails from her opening up to the swollen bud, and I hear how wet she is as she makes small circles on her clit, her mouth falling open in a silent moan.
The control I have is nothing but an illusion. She’s the one in charge, even if she doesn’t know it yet. Her eyes are fixed on my hand working my cock as she picks up the pace. She pushes two fingers inside herself while rubbing frantic circles on her clit. Her wetness flows out of her pussy and onto the comforter as she bucks her hips.
I need to taste her again.
“I’m so close, Elias.”
Her head falls back as her fingers slow. She’s waiting for me to tell her she can come.
Good girl.
Her fingers slow and her pussy pulses, waiting for my words before sending the shockwaves of pleasure through her that she’s been waiting for all night.
“Come for me, Kat. Show me how you come undone.”
Her back arches off the bed, and she shatters. Her beautiful, soft body convulses with pleasure. Wetness flows out of her, but it’s over far too soon. She looks at me, and I hold her stare, continuing to work my cock slowly, which is now throbbing and leaking pre-cum. She licks her lips as her gaze lowers to the droplets forming at the head of my cock.
“That wasn’t enough for you, was it, little rebel?”
She shakes her head, her knees falling open, letting me see her wet, swollen pussy still twitching from her disappointing orgasm. Rising from my chair, I begin to walk toward the bed. With my thumb, I swipe the bead of pre-cum from my cock and press it softly into her mouth. Her cheeks hollow, and she swirls her tongue around my thumb, sending shivers of pleasure down my spine.
“Let me taste you,” she whispers as I pull my thumb from her mouth.
I slowly retreat back to the chair at the end of the bed and lower into it.
“Crawl to me.”