He lay under me, panting with his elegant hands tracing my calves under my skirt as I slowly moved my hips over him. His hard cock pushing up against his shorts while my panties dragged along the rougher material. The lace catching a little and prompting me to lift up with my thighs and resettle as I teased him, cupping my tits and kneading them above him. My lips curved, “It would be so cruel, wouldn’t it?”
His eyes were wide behind his glasses as he walked blithely into my trap, “Wouldn’t what?”
“If I were to unzip your shorts, free your cock and pull my panties to the side. If the first time I rode your cock were just like this: hidden under my skirt. If all you could do was feel me, hear me, watch my face…” His groan and the way his hands gripped at me made me want it all the more. “You wouldn’t get to see your cock enter me. You wouldn’t see me take you. Would it be real? Would you be inside me?”
“Oh God-” I swallowed down the rest of his chaos, my mouth avid and demanding on his as I circled and ground down with my hips and he arched and thrust and begged with his body.
I love when she’s on top of me like this. I feel at her mercy, and she’s very much in control. It can be tough to silence my own brain sometimes in these situations (or, let’s face it, any situations), though. I wonder if part of it is my brain feeling like it needs to try to act, even from a submissive perspective. Like it’s saying “I should be doing something right now,” instead of just surrendering to the moment.
So yes, it’s a great tease, but…it’s also very hot in a way. When I can’t see it, see her taking me inside her, it’s removing another little bit of my control, another little thing for my brain to worry about, and giving it to her – I can’t feel like I have to do anything about what I can’t see. One less thing for my brain to think about, one less sensory input. Instead, distill it all down to a few – the sounds of our moans, and the feeling of her taking me. Focus my brain solely on the pleasure of being *taken* by her…feeling even more *hers*…and getting hopelessly, wonderfully lost in it.
Teasing? Definitely. Cruel? Maybe. But oh would I feel like her toy…
That’s the people pleaser part of you, I think. What you don’t realize is that being my toy, letting me tease you, use you, corrupt you, and play with you is pleasing me. If I want you to do something, I’ll tell you to. Or put your hands there myself. Or make you ask for what I want because you know I want it. *bats my eyelashes* In those instances, your surrender and honest reactions are all I’m looking for. However, until your brain catches up we can look at using more of the trappings and the props so you know your place. *flashes a grin*
Freeing his cock I lean down and lick. He is so hard the foreskin had already rolled back and he’d drenched a spot of precum through his shorts. So slick and needy I craved a taste, so I sate that hunger. Eager for the attention his hips jump, his cock fat and insistent as I grip it in my hand. Pulling up my skirt I wiggle a little closer and give his hands a very obvious target.
This time… oh this time when I wrap my lips around his cock and bath his exposed head with my tongue he grips my ass hard, anchoring himself to me and whines, “Your mouth…” I’ve had my lips and tongue all over his cock and he has yet to have precisely this reaction. Pursing my lips, I flick my tongue over his head and he cries out like I struck him with lightning. Intrigued I suck his cock down and with hard suction and a twist use just my mouth. Nope. I add my tongue and he moans a little but the reaction isn’t the dramatic need I am fishing for. So I let my hand pump his thick shaft lightly and just circle his cock head with my questing tongue and there it is… whimpers and his thigh trembling in front of my eye line. Oh yes.
“Sensitive, is it?” I ask quietly, my hand moving patiently as I kiss the protruding bone of his hip near me.
“Such – such pleasure I didn’t!-”, he cuts himself off with another long moan as I draw my hand up and over his cock head.
“So… not just my mouth then is it?” I ask, my voice coy as I bring my hand down and let my thumb circle and watch his hips quake.
“N-n-n-n-n-oooooooo.” The answer manages to make it out, broken but there though the verbal confirmation is hardly necessary.
I smirk and play with the sensations; my tongue… my finger pad, my lips and listen to his lovely sounds as his fingers dig into me and he gasps and whines my name. “It sounds so good for you, love.” He fights for the “yes”, between panting breaths and harsh heaving whimpers. I wrap my fist around his cock and smile to myself as I nuzzle the crease of his thigh… and then slide my hand up and rotate fast and firmly over the head of his cock over and over.
He squeals for me. Squirms. There are no words and all his leg muscles tremble while his arms and hands lock. I’m torturing him with exquisite pleasure and it feels like home. I’m so wet listening to the sound of his cries, so aching feeling him cling to me. He isn’t cumming, he’s on edge and while I’m fascinated and wondering how long I can keep him there on this precipice… I relent. I let go and turn and kiss him softly.
“Such a good boy. Letting me play with you. You can have a break now.” I nuzzle him, nose to nose and his fingers tremble on my arm as he holds on to me and thanks me. I check in with him, see how he feels, if he needs anything, and when he says he’s good I kiss his lips lightly and run one index finger over his nipple.
“Ooooohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh,” he shivers in my arms.
“What’s this now? All that made your nipples sensitive?” I sit up a little higher against him and he blinks owlishly while he processes the sensations.
“I guess so?”
I lean over and lap at his nipple and he moans. I suck and he moans harder. “Hmmm… how about teeth?” I graze lightly with my teeth and his body wracks under me again with shudders. I play with him, my beautiful toy. Experimenting with pressure, with sensation of cold air on wet freshly sucked nipple, with slightly harder teeth, with touch and nails, and like his cock my tongue lapping steadily makes his hips leave the bed.
I look up at him, my left hand on his cheek I let my thumb affectionately trace his jaw. “Look at me.” He does, his head lifted and framed a bit by my hand and I bring my right hand to my lips near his chest and smile… and then lick my palm. “Now take it”, I snarl. My right hand goes directly to his sensitive cock head and massages, my mouth returns to his nipple and his whole body jerks like he’s being electrocuted by sensation. I nip quickly and lift my head, “take it all, just a bit more” and jerk his cock and tongue his nipple and watch him burn and dance in my arms.
Ok, I’m pretty busy with work today, but saw this ask come though and I just wanted to quickly say OH GOD YES PLEASE. I love watching men have sex with each other, and what you’ve described here would turn me on SO MUCH, if I were lucky enough to be witness to it. 😍😍😍
Mmmmm …?
Would … the two … possibly … be wearing chastity belts? … just to make sure they’d have no problem withstanding temptation 😉
Carnavalesque 