“Touch yourself…” he whispered in my ear and I could feel heat rising in my cheeks. I’d rather have his hands all over me for as much as possible in the limited time we see each other. But the hunger in his eyes and his request make me want to please him. “I want to see you make yourself cum…”

His hand slid on my naked body as he turned me on my back, he propped himself of his elbow and his eyes raked over my face. Studying, looking for rejection, but my shy smile and big eyes, avoiding his gaze, told him he could go on. Slowly, softly, he took my hand and guided it down between my legs.

I gasped and let my head fall back as I felt my own wetness from the orgasms he had given me before. Slowly, I started rubbing my clit. He interrupted me, asking if I’d rather use my dominant hand. My lips tightened and I think I bit them, surprised and aroused. He knew me, he wanted me to have the best time, he wanted to witness the best…

I changed hands and continued rubbing me. Meanwhile, his right hand caressed my body and sent shivers down my spine. Down my side, over my thigh, close to my hand, up over my belly and cupping my boob. The pinched a nipple and moved on to the other, gliding over my soft skin and leaving goosebumps behind. It felt so wonderfully natural and intimate, so good.

His whispers enveloped me. “Yes… just like that… keep going babygirl.”

My eyebrows scrunched and I spread my slick arousal over my pussy, one finger dancing over my clit in tighter movements.

“Yes… rub faster…”

I moaned. His hand briefly stopped caressing me as his eyes admired my body, but I could only guess that because my eyes closed in pleasure. I could hear his breathing, feel his warm body next to mine.

“…Rub faster…”

So I did, faster for him.

“You’re so good… such a good girl…”

To be fair, something must be psychologically wrong with me. The way his praises instantly turn my knees into jello.

“Yes… just like that… keep going…”

His whispers made my nipples tighten and his hand pinched them again. I was closer…

“…Cum for me…”

Of course he sensed it, saw it, heard it, felt it. He knew my body like the back of his hand by now, knows which moan and hitched breath means what, knows what leg twitch and arch responds to which touch. He repeated himself and I let my fingers slide over my clit faster and stronger.

Then, his hand squeezed my thigh, grabbing me near my groin and I moaned. If that’s a kink I definitely have it, grabbing, squeezing, his hands on me and holding me as his praise and encouragement pushed in my mind and filled my head like thick smoke, clouding everything in pleasure. He kept grabbing me and told me to cum for me. And so I did. Arching off the mattress and moaning, grabbing the sheets with my other hand as I felt my clit twitch beneath the pads of my fingers. His hand went back to caressing me as his lips met mine in a deep and tender kiss, then he let me catch my breath. I was exhausted, tired, satisfied. This wasn’t the first orgasm that evening. More like… the 15th? Who could keep count

“You’re so good…I love when you listen to me…”

Fuuuck….

“I love when you follow my instructions…”

My eyes rolled back…

“I love watching you touch yourself…”

I bit back a shy smile…

“You’re such a good girl for me… yes…”

I could feel my body snuggle into the sheets and to him, being pulled in by the warmth he made me feel.

“I love praising you…”

I think my eyes rolled back into my head for a moment.

“You’re so amazing… it’s so easy to praise you… to tell you how good you are…”

…and I could feel the heat rushing through my body. My god… on another day I should probably reflect on my childhood issues and unmet needs, but in that moment I melted into the bed and into him, his arms wrapped around me and this fulfilling feeling of heat and comfort replaced everything in my mind and body. I think he said we should sleep. I think I nodded. I think we shared some breathtaking kisses. But all I could feel was him and me.