“Say it,” she said, her voice heavy, her mouth against my navel, andIcould feel her voice reverberate through me.
“Please,”Icroaked out. “Iwant you.Inany wayIcan have you.”
“Good girl,” she whispered against the skin of my abdomen, andIfelt my insides go liquid.Shepopped the button open with a practised flick, then unzipped the trousers, andIswore she was pressing her knuckle slightly into me as she did soIcould feel every tantalising millimetre of movement through my underwear, her hand getting closer to her own centre as she undressed me.Ilooped my thumbs into my waistband–Ineeded her skin against my skin, her pussy on mine, as soon as possible.Butshe let go of my zipper, taking both my wrists in her hands, and leaned forward to press them against the bed behind my head.
“Ooh, better yet,” she said to herself, climbing off of me and stepping over to her backpack, andImust have actually voiced the protests that ran through my mind, because she laughed.
I could have moved – could have pushed up onto my elbows to watch her – butIdidn’t, staying right where she’d put me.Icould just about see her as she produced something shiny and green, and it took me a moment to realise it was a scarf– the same silken scarf she’d used to blindfold me for that infuriating honey tasting.Sheclimbed back up onto me – probably the least efficient way to get to my hands, but certainly not the least pleasurable – and tied the scarf around my wrists.Shewas noEagleScout, andIknewIwould be able to slip out ifIwanted to, butIwas more than happy to let her take the reins.Iwas literally aching in anticipation of what she would do to me asIlay there with my top hanging open and my bottoms unzipped.
She resumed her torturously slow undressing, pulling off just my jeans to start.Sheknelt in front of me on the floor, sitting between my legs, and kissed the inside of each thigh, then the waistband of my underwear.
“Tell me what you like,” she said. “Whatgets you off.”
“You do,”Isaid without thinking, andIdidn’t try to take it back. “Icould come just knowing you’re sitting between my legs like that.”Andit was true–Icould feel myself throbbing already.
“Well,Ithink we can be a little more creative than that,” she mused, andIcouldn’t see her face without straining my neck, butIcould practically hear the pout.She’dbeen hoping for something more … instructive.
“I want you to ride me,”Isaid, already panting at the idea of it. “Iwant to feel you come against me.”
“Well,I’mfairly unequipped tonight,” she said, pressing up to whereIcould see her, “but if you’re open to it…”
I nodded desperately, already picturing her bare against me.
I could hear the smile in her voice; the hunger. “Thenlet’s see what we can do.”
I gulped as she finally inched my underwear down, her short nails scratching lightly against me, making me shiver again.Ilifted my hips so she could pull them off me, then let out a sigh as she tangled her fingers in my bush, using those nails to tantalise me.Shetugged at the hair lightly with both hands, spreading me open as she did, the air hitting my wetness like a slap, andIlooked up to see her smiling at what she saw in a way that made me desperate.Crazed.
“Please,”Ibegged.
“Please, what?” she asked.
“Anything,”Isaid. “I’lltake anything.Justdon’t make me wait.”
She looked up at me, and her expression softened for a moment.Itlooked almost … loving.Appreciative, certainly.
She let go of me, andIwhimpered pitifully, eliciting a smile.Sheclimbed up onto the bed again, planting one knee on either side of my hips, and just hovered there for a moment, looking down at me, that same expression on her face.Ibrought my arms forward, my bound hands desperate to touch her, to cup her perfect breasts or plunge into her perfect pussy again, but she shook her head and pushed them back down.
And then, beforeIcould protest or beg again, she angled herself forward and lowered herself toward me.
It started softly, with the hair between her legs tickling mine, sending every nerve ending into overdrive.Itilted my head forward, desperate to see her.Seeus, together.Sheclosed the distance between us so slowly thatIcould feel her warmth long before our skin touched.
She moved to reposition, her thigh coming in between my legs as she did, andIgasped in ecstasy as her softness met my warmth.Iarched desperately into her leg, and she had to tell me twice to hold still.Icouldn’t help myself, though, my hips rising off the bed to meet her.
It was audible, the moment we both found the exact right position, because we cried out at the same time, andChloestarted moving faster, riding my thigh.Herwetness on my skin was intoxicating, and for every stroke of her pussy against me,Imoved mine against her, too.I’dnever done this before, both of us riding each other at the same time, butIwasn’t sureIever wanted to do anything else for the rest of my life.Itwas the most intimateI’dever felt.
“God,I’mclose,” she said after almost no time at all, andIactually laughed.
“Me, too,”Isaid, and her eyes met mine, the electricity in that gaze enough to power a city.
But clearly she was closer thanIwas, because a moment later she cried out, her face contorting as her hips buckedseeminglyinvoluntarily.Ifelt the pulse of her orgasm against me, andIcould feel myself edging closer to that precipice myself.
Then she broke away from me, andIgroaned.
“No!”Ibegged as she repositioned, feeling my own orgasm creep away.ButthenIfeltChloe’sfingers plunge into me, and the world went white.
It was likeIwas in a fugue state, the way my hands came immediately out of their weak binding to findChloe’sbreasts, her waist, her hips.Sheused her free hand to push one of my legs back, bringing herself closer to me again.Itwas like a supernova erupted between us.Thefullness inside and the perfect glide of her over me on the outside … it was all far too much, andIcoiled so tightly insideIthoughtImight die.Ihonestly hopedIdid, because this was the single greatest feeling anyone could ever have, andIknew nothing could ever top it.
My orgasm was so strong thatIsat up fully, desperately pressingChloeagainst me to try to keep the contact between us asIcame.Herhand fell out of me, and we just tangled our legs together, our breathing perfectly synchronised, bucking against each other, clenching and panting and pressing as one.
