We’ve been out and about in the summer sun, and we finally got back to our place. We’re lying on the bed, on top of the covers you’re lying with your head on my thighs, my hands running through your hair. I’m sitting against the headboard in just a pair of sleep shorts, and you in a pair of simple panties, we’ve never been ones for wearing clothes in our apartment if it wasn’t necessary.

I run my hand gently down your body admiring every aspect of it, from the swell of your breasts, to the freckles on your shoulders, my fingers idly dance around the stretch marks on your hips. Out of the corner of my eye I see your knees shifting subtly. Oh? I wonder what’s got you going now.

I look at the tv, another one of those silly little tv series playing, while I read on my phone. This one however seems to have particularly spicy scenes, scenes that are getting to you. I pick up the remote and rewind it to see what I’ve missed, what’s making you needy.

My fingers tickle their way down your body, your stomach sucking in as I reach your midriff, you let a small moan escape your mouth as I move my hand over your underwear and palm your mound. I lean down and capture your lips with mine as I run a finger underneath the edge of them, trailing it over your already slick lips, up until I find the small little bundle of nerves. You gasp into my mouth, releasing a small little moan. My other hand intertwines itself into your hair, massaging your neck and scalp as I lightly drag a finger through those lips, teasing your entrance. Those gorgeous eyes staring up at me with need in them.

You’re so sensitive, so responsive. I guess after three days of being on the edge without so much as a ruined orgasm you would be.

“Off” i gesture to your underwear. You scramble to take them off, lying back down on my legs to get more comfortable. “You know the rules” I tell you with a raised brow, “But sir” you plead in a needy voice. My fingers knead your lips gently, then with my two fingers I watch the bliss on your face as I push them inside. I reconsider as you your hands scramble for purchase on the bed. You’ve been a good girl all week, and I’ve been teasing you for the last three days, maybe i should let you finish. Good girls like you deserve to be spoilt after all. “You can cum today, but only after I’ve finished playing with you, deal?” You agree and the thank-yous come out stuttered as I curl my fingers and stroke that spot inside you. I pull them out and look at them, your juices dripping off and hanging between my two fingers in little strands. I bring them up to my mouth and lick them clean. I tell you how much I love your taste as I lick them clean. I crave it while I’m at work, but you know that from the dirty little texts we send each other during the day. I trail my fingers down your body again to start playing with you.

We’ve been at this for an hour now, your begging has turned into incoherent mumbling. At this point you’re just repeating the words “please” and “sir” in no particular order, over and over again. You’re a mess, your thighs and lap covered in your own juices, we’re going to need to change the covers again after this. As my finger gently circles your clit, bringing you to the edge again for the umpteenth time I admire you once more. I can’t get enough of you. Your movements are so erotic, your face in this moment should be captured in a painting and hung for all to admire. Your expression is captivating as your eyes flutter open and close. You’ve never been more beautiful than when you’re like this, at my mercy, love drunk.

I said I’d let you come today, but I didn’t say when. It’s been an hour and if I stop now, there’s still enough time to let you calm down so that I can repeat this act later. And if we run late into the night, well todays Saturday, it’s not like we have to be anywhere tomorrow.

I run my fingers over your velvety soft lips, scooping up as much of your juices as I can. I bring them to your lips and you start suckling on them immediately. I lean down to kiss you. You open your eyes, barely able to comprehend what’s happening, moaning about the lack of contact. I smirk as I raise my hand, and firmly slap your aching, needy, puffy lips.

Your eyes widen, and you gasp in shock. You know what that means, this isn’t the first time I’ve done it, you desperately try to grab my hands as I pull them away. “No no no, please, please” you beg. I almost give in, that tone your voice gets during sex presses every button I have. “You said, you promised” you plead as I pull you off my lap and bring you into my arms to hold. “I said, you’d finish today, but today isn’t over” I lay us down, your body curled into mine, my one hand holding both of yours tightly to my chest so you don’t get any ideas about finishing yourself. “Please” you beg. Drawing out the word as you try to rub yourself against my leg. If almost feel bad, but I know you’ll love it so much more when you eventually finish tonight. Sometimes, I have to be strong for both of us. My other hand comes up to stroke your back and play with your hair, “Shhhhh, you’ll thank me for it later”

Well, what do you know. You did thank me