Squirming at first, trying to arch into his finger, away from it, desperate for him to stop, aching for more. “That’s right, little one, dance for me,” he whispered, pushing me higher and higher with a painfully slow rhythm on my most sensitive skin.
Every muscle tense, pearls of sweat building on my skin, biting my lip trying, longing, wanting. “You will come for me, pet,” he said. “i can’t”, i whispered, tears starting to roll down my cheeks. “Yes, little one, you can and you will,” he said.
“Let go, pet. Stop thinking, worrying, moving, just feel,” he said, not missing a stroke, not once changing his touch, that same slow tortuous pressure.
“You will come, pet, for me, because I want it,” he whispered. “Now. Let. Go.”
and i did, my whole being drifted to a different plane, completely beyond my control, where all i could feel and think and be and do was his, my body responding without direction except his, until an all-encompassing orgasm broke through me, taking in parts of me i didn’t even know existed. He milked my clit and my entire body of everything i had while i screamed and groaned and panted and cried in ecstacy until i could no more.
“That’s right, pet, that’s right,” he said, stroking my face with one hand, while never taking his finger off my clit. “That was very nice. Now let’s see if you can do better than that,” picking up his slow strokes once again…..
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