How Will You… Encore

As the sun dips over the horizon, my fingers dip between my lower lips and begin a tease that I’m desperate for you to continue. How will you claim me tonight?

Perhaps you smell my arousal as I greet you and know I was impatient for your pleasure. When you do, you throw me over your shoulder and kick your boots behind you as you carry me to the couch. You perch me in the corner of the arm and draw your chair close. “Show me.” You nod, eyes flashing as I consider your instructions. Your hand reaches out to spread my knees, then you settle into your chair, and an encouraging but hungry smile splits your face. “Show me.”

A shy breath shudders past, my nerves alight by how near your hot body is, yet how far you hold it from me. My passions are wild from fondling while I pondered your evening’s plans, so a moment is all it takes to concede that I will continue my pleasure on my own (for now). I look into your deep denim eyes, lost in their family hues but electrified by the fires that burn within them. You lick your lips, and I do the same, then draw two fingers into my mouth. I stay locked onto your eyes, slathering my tongue around the fingers that are a poor replacement for your manhood. I lick and lap to get them wet and see you adjust your jeans as I push them to the back of my throat.

My fingers trail from my mouth to the neck of my tank top, dipping in to lightly trace the crest of my globes. My eyes lock on you, but you never lose track of those fingers as they dip into the top of my strapless bra. I begin molding the fleshiness and bouncing it for your benefit while my other hand gets a similar tongue treatment.

I tug at the bottom of the bra and feel my breasts spring free, bound now by only the thin cotton tank top as they sit above the now-shelf-like bra. As both hands come under the tank top, I tickle up my stomach and then delicately rake my nails along the bottoms of my areoles. My breath hitches, and I break eye contact as I graze my nipples during one of these passes.

Giving up all subtlety, I’m ready to get to the main event. Grasping the elongating tips between my thumbs and forefingers, I pinch-release-pinch-release-pinch and try not to hyperventilate as my breath again catches in rhythm. My hands leave my tank top to seek my damp mouth again before one returns to the outside of the cotton to pull, stretch, and torture my tits. The other hand descends.

I struggle one-handed with the button on my jeans and look pleadingly to you, noting your evident ability to unbutton pants as your member now breathes free while you watch my production. With my hand still tugging my nipples, I whimper and push my pelvis toward you, rewarded by a quick pop as you undo the button and yank down the waistband. My jeans crumple to the floor, and I moan as the lightning bolts from my tit tugging jolt to my pussy.

You’re closer now, one hand slowly manipulating yourself through opened jeans, the other drawing my legs apart again. My panties are translucent from how prepared I’ve become to take you, but you annoyingly stay seated and urge me onward. So with my fingers in a v-shape, I lightly trace the inside of my thighs over the damp fabric. Back and forth, my fingers dance forward and back, narrowing with each pass from thighs to lips, crease, clit. A shudder rolls through my body as I land at my bud, and I’m impatient for release. I begin thrumming my clit, and my head drops back at the potent power of my urgent hands.

I’m panting, pushing, pulsing as I climb the passion, but FINALLY, your patience is gone. You rip my hand from my crotch, and it finds your hair as you replace my fingers with your urgent tongue. I pull your head closer, deeper to my center. I’m desperate for your cock, but I’ll take any penetration I can get.

Knowing me better than I know myself, you pull my soaked panties to the side and press your finger into me as you resume tracing and lapping at my clit. My hand leaves your hair and pushes my bra and tank top over my head in one motion, allowing both my hands to resume mauling my breasts. The sounds of slapping skin are thinly veiled by our shared panting, and with one look in your eyes, I know you’re done with spectating.

In a flash, your face and fingers withdraw. You grab my wrists in one hand and hold them to the wall as your other hand flips me and pushes my leg onto the arm of the couch. Now I’m naked, sprawled, and desperately awaiting your ravishment. I need no patience as your tongue quickly finds me again. I strain against the hand still clasping my wrists as I feel your warm tongue and rough beard trail from my clit up my slit to my pucker and back down again. I hump against your face as you bury your chin in my crease and lap at my hot hole.

I’m desperate to be satiated, yet you pull back every time I near the edge. Hopelessly pursuing release, I strain to lower my knee so I can rub against the couch. An echoing slap across my rear and your firm hands on my hips quell those efforts, and I pant in anticipation.

Now free, my hands lower and search behind me. I want your dick; I need your dick. Instead, all I can catch is the fabric of your jeans, reminding me that my naked form is being tormented while you remain fully clothed. The power dynamic is not lost on you as you continue to lap at my pussy and dodge my attempts to draw you in.

Your arm presses down on my back as the other hand twiddles my clit. Your strength keeps me stationary despite my writhing and pleas. “B, I’ve waited all day for you. Why won’t you just connect already?”

I feel your face pull back, and your hands both find my shoulders. “Did you actually wait?” You lower yourself along my back, and between the fabric of your shorts and jeans, I feel the length of your erection press against me.

“Yes, of course I did,” I whimper, trying to grind against your rod.

“Then why were you so wet?” you drawl in my ear, drawing out a confession as your hands grope from shoulder to breast and back.

“I needed you. I wanted you to have you as soon as I could.” My head turns to try to find you, but you continue holding me down as your hips push against mine. “I tried to be ready to sink onto your cock the instant you were home.”

“But you didn’t want to give me a show?” You nip along my spine, and my skin blazes at your touch.

“You know I don’t… do that. But I was so desperate, and it was getting so late. So instinct took over, and I wondered if I could get a head start to save you the foreplay.” You tsk, then a chuckle softens the admonishment.

“Never be afraid to admit your passion. Never think that your excitement and slow build are things I dread.” Your words should bring comfort, but I’m as rigid as can be, still folded onto the back of the couch as you flick and tug my suspended breasts, holding me in place with your body. If more is said, I don’t hear it because the slow build is coming back. I feel heat rising as your fingers taunt me. My pussy aches to be filled.

“Please,” I whimper and sneak a hand to my clit. “I’ll perform for you if you’ll just give me release.”

“Not for me,” I hear the smile in your voice, “but for us.” Your hands are back on my shoulders. “Pleasing me should always bring you pleasure too.

“Just like-

“Your pleasure-

“Is for-

“Me, too!”

Your words are punctuated by hard thrusts as you slam into my cunt, FINALLY connecting us at our cores as I’ve desired all day. Your fingers dig into my shoulders, pulling my back to meet your thrusts. My arms push out to keep my head from hitting the wall, but you push my face down to the cushions and draw the freed hand back to my clit. I cry out in ecstasy, overwhelmed by your thrusts and emboldened by your words. You pound into me, and I pant into the cushion, riding wave after wave from our connection.

As I ease off a high, my submissive side seeks to spoil you. Between thrusts, I ask,

“My love-

“Can I-

“Give you-

“I mean-

“Give us-

“More joy?”

The intensity of pounding thrusts wavers, and I take the opportunity to push myself to the floor. Kneeling at your feet, I grab your denim-clad hips and pull your soaked cock into my mouth. I lap and suck, doing all your favorites, and your pants and moans match mine. With all the build-up, it isn’t long before you erupt in my throat, surrendering your seed and uniting us with another “first” as I swallow. My mouth cleans you off, and you tuck your member away as I revel in my wanton nakedness.

Will you take me like that tonight?