We don't always have to fuck to feel good.

I don't always have to be physically inside you.

Like yesterday when you came back from the gym, sweaty and hot and energised. I was lying on the bed when you came into the room, watching porn, having a lazy Sunday afternoon wank.

You dropped your bag on the floor, stood there in your gym outfit -white sneakers, white socks, black sports bralette, grey lycra shorts so tight that I could clearly see the little indented line where your pussy lips met- and stared at me.

"Enjoying yourself?" you asked, your eyes flitting back and forth between my face and my cock.

"Could be better," I replied, deliberately staring at that soft little bulge between your legs, that suggestion of a slit.

You raised an eyebrow, smiled, walked over to the bed and picked up my laptop. On the screen two women were lying in a 69, eagerly eating each other out.

"The one on top has got such a gorgeous pussy," you said, before sitting the laptop on the bedside table, facing the screen towards the bed. "Is it prettier than mine?"

I turned to look, pretended to have to think about it for a few seconds.

"I don't think so," I said eventually. "But really it's been so long since I saw yours that I couldn't say for sure."

"Oh," you said, jutting your chin out and tilting your head back until you were looking down your nose at me. "Is that fucking right?"

The little pout on your lips was adorable.

Leaving the laptop playing, you walked to the bottom of the bed, stood with your feet slightly apart and your hands on your hips, like the world's sexiest little superhero.

I was lying on my back, naked, hard, interested.

You gripped the waistband of your shorts and I thought you were going to pull them down, but you didn't - you did the exact opposite. I watched, transfixed, as you pulled them up, higher, tighter, forcing the thin material into every contour of your pussy, circling your hips slowly, tilting them from side to side to help the process. Pulling and stretching until I could see every detail of your sex. It was obvious you didn't have any panties on. I could even make out a tiny bump that I knew was your clit.

I took hold of my cock and started to stroke it as I watched you.

"No," you said. "No touching."

I must've looked a bit confused (I know I felt it) but I did as you told me and let go of my dick.

"No touching," you repeated. "None. Not yourself, and not me. Okay?"

I nodded.

My cock throbbed.

Slowly -so very slowly- you began to pull down your shorts, inch by inch, until your mound was revealed, and then pulled more until you were standing before with almost your entire pussy on show. I say almost all of it because the shorts were still wedged into your slit, held in place by a combination of your lips and your wetness.

You stayed like that for a few seconds, the seam of your shorts stuck in the seam of your pussy, and then you tugged once more and the shorts popped free. You wiggled your hips and they fell down to your ankles, and you stepped fully out of them.

I've always thought there was something hot about a woman wearing clothes on most of her body, but her pussy uncovered. It's even hotter if she's wearing shoes. Something about the contrast makes her seem more naked somehow, even though technically she's less naked.

My cock was quite literally twitching at the sight of you, the head of it gently bouncing and pulsing up and down against my stomach. You saw my reaction to your little show and smiled.

I thought that surely now we were going to fuck, but I was wrong.

You climbed onto the bottom of the bed on your knees, straddled my legs, and then 'walked' like that up my body until you were over my dick. I felt the coldness of your sneakers once or twice as they brushed against me, but other than that you didn't touch me at all.

You glanced over to the laptop where the two women had switched positions. One was sitting on the face of the other, the camera between the legs of the one lying on her back as she fingered herself while she licked and sucked. It was woman with the pussy you had called 'gorgeous'.

"Still think hers is prettier than mine"? you asked.

You didn't look at me, keeping your eyes on the screen as you posed the question. Even as you reached between your legs you didn't glance at me.

Even as your fingers pressed into either side of your pussy and slowly spread your lips apart, revealing your soft, glistening, inner folds... you didn't look at me.

"I never said that," I said, when I eventually rediscovered the ability to speak.

You turned away from the screen, finally looking at me.

"You didn't not say it either."

There was a definite sparkle in your eyes, and I decided to go along with the game you were playing.

"Well," I said, turning back to the laptop. "She does have a really pretty pussy. Nice and chubby and full. Looks tight too."

Without warning you let go of your pussy with one hand and slapped my cock side on, making it bounce from side to side.

"Hey!" I protested. "I thought you said no touching?"

You didn't reply. You just spread yourself wide again, opening your pussy as much as you possibly could, and then began to lower yourself down until you were no more than an inch above my cock. You were so close I could feel the heat from your pussy.

I tensed whatever muscle it is that makes a guy's dick twitch, and mine did exactly that, springing up and hitting you on the clit.

You clenched. Bit your lip.

I did it again.

"Fuck me," I said.

You shook your head.

"Watch. Watch my pussy."

You lowered down further until your pussy was sitting on top of my dick, the heat and the wetness feeling instantly amazing. You stopped before your ass was touching me - didn't squash right down with your entire weight. You just touched your sex to mine. Rested yours upon mine.

Looking down I could see my dick and your pussy on top of it, your lips on either side of the shaft, your clit only just touching the head of it.

Fuck.

Fuck it felt good.

You let go of your pussy then, and I watched as it closed around my dick, felt it take a gentle hold of me.

And then you started to rock.

Backwards and forwards, tilting your hips rhythmically, dragging your wet pussy back and forth along my length, coating me in your juices. You used just enough pressure that I could feel it, but even if I couldn't have felt it I would still have been able to hear the wonderful, wet, sloppy noises your pussy was making as you wanked me off with your cunt.

Up and down my dick you worked, slowly and steadily gaining pace. I watched as you slipped and slid along me, ending each stroke with your clit pressed against my tip, before sliding back down until I could feel the hottest, wettest part of you.

And then back up.

And then back down.

My breathing quickened. Yours matched it. Your nipples stiffened and the shape of them appeared through the thin material of your top. Your cheeks flushed, your neck too.

Back and forth.

Up and down.

Quicker.

Harder.

And then you were pressed hard against me, pushing your pussy down against my dick with as much force as you could. Your strokes weren't as long. You were focusing on your clit now with sharp, jagged, pulsating little motions.

Your legs stretched wider and wider.

You leaned forward and put your hands on the bed either side of me and ground your clit right against the hardness of my dick, your entire body shifting with the effort, little soft grunts escaping your mouth.

It was one of the sexiest, most sexual, most erotic moments of my life, laid there watching you use my dick for your pleasure but there was no sex involved at all.

By the time you came you were gripping hard on the sheets and your legs were as wide as you could get them, so that there was the maximum amount of pressure between us, almost your whole bodyweight pressing down on me through your clit.

You shook and juttered and juddered, every little vibration and sensation passing through you and directly into me. I could feel your hard little clit right at the base of the head of my cock. And then I was cumming too.

Sometimes when a guy cums it spurts out of him in powerful jets, and sometimes it just gushes and oozes out, like cream poured from a jug. That time was the latter, and my balls emptied in a continuous flowing stream of pure white cum that spilled from me and pooled on my stomach, some dribbling down my sides.

We were both looking down and watching as it happened. Both cumming and panting and gasping.

And then, after a few seconds, you pulled your pussy back up my cock and slid off it until your clit was dipped in the little pool of cum. You lifted yourself up, then dropped back down, playing with my cum with your pussy.

I watched as, each time you lifted up, thin little threads of cum stuck to you, attaching you to me via my seed.

You coated your clit in it, then slowly dragged yourself back down my cock, smearing a combination of my cum and your cum onto my dick. I was still sensitive and shivered as you painted me with us.

You laughed.

On the screen beside us the two women were still going at it.

"Say it," you said.

I let your question hang in the air for at least three seconds before replying.

"You, my love, have got the best, the prettiest pussy in all of the world."

You smiled in triumph and satisfaction, reached between your legs and dragged a finger along the length of your pussy, from your hole to your clit, scooping our cum up.

You lifted your hand to your mouth and sucked your finger clean.

"And don't you ever forget it."