Did I Say You Could Touch Me?

Content: spit, strap ons/prosthetics, desperation, neediness, fucking, D/s

“Stay there,” she says, and she shifts her knees on the bed so she’s straddling my chest. The silky black robe, the only thing she’s wearing, is tied loosely at her waist and falls from her shoulders. She pulls at the tie, pushes it off of her body behind her until it disappears from my view and all I see is her skin and her pussy, pink and swollen already. She whispers her fingers over it just inches from my mouth.

I lick my lips. My mouth is too, too dry.

“Please, may I …” I start.

She pauses. “Yes?”

“Please spit in my mouth,” I say. The lights are low in here but I’m probably blushing, and I already hate that I’m asking and wanting and hard, my dick pulsing.

She smiles, and she does. Slides her body back down toward my hips and grabs my jaw, saying open, then spits, letting it drip onto my waiting tongue. I let it coat the inside of my mouth as well as I can; I don’t swallow. She spits again. My dick twitches and I love the way it feels sliding on my tongue.

I’m needy; I’m too needy. While there’s something delicious about that needy, desperate place, it also makes me want to hide.

“Better?” she asks. I nod and say thank you and don’t swallow and wait. Try to be patient. She moves her body again until her thighs are brushing my cheeks, and I offer my tongue. Wide and flat for her to rub against, until she stays still and I offer long, thick thrusts, into her opening, in between her folds, along the length of her slit. She tastes like salt with a little bit of tang, and a sweetness like something ripe. I want to bite into her like an overripe plum, but I don’t dare use my teeth.

She’s moaning and I’m doing something right. She’s so pretty, gorgeous, and my hips are starting to pump into the air with the need to thrust, and she smells so good. I love the way her hair falls in her face, neck going soft and eyes closing as she concentrates on the pleasure between her legs. Her hips rock a little, forward and back against my mouth, and while I tip my chin up and head back, she still occasionally smothers me with her cunt, covering my nose while my mouth is open, tongue moving. I bend my elbows and bring my hands up to the tops of her thighs, hoping to just get a little more room for my nose, a little more breath.

“Did I say you could touch me?” she smiles as she says it. I try not to whimper. She grabs my right hand and moves it, and I readjust my neck again. I reach with my tongue as deep into her entrance as I can get it and she whispers yes yes yes and gods I love it when she does that, when it’s so clear that’s what she wants, so I stay right there, the muscle of my tongue straining to get deeper as she grinds against me.

She comes while she slides her pussy against my mouth. She uses my cock. She tells me to get up to get a bigger one.

I am so turned on, that as soon as I slide inside her and feel her clench around me, I nearly blow. I hold her ankles and her calves against my chest, suck her toes into my mouth, and when she moans, it sends me over and I spill inside her. She grins and laughs, teasing me. “Did my pretty toes in your mouth make you come? Were you so turned on you couldn’t help it?”

“Yes, Princess.” Still thrusting. Mouth wet and dick throbbing.

“Oh god, just like that, yes, like that,” she moans. “You still have more cum in those balls? Hmm? I need it; you have to empty it into me. Give it all to me. Stuff me full of it.” Again and again; I can’t tell where one orgasm stops and another begins.

Later, she’s on her stomach and I’m sliding into her beautiful pussy again, one finger in her ass, my dick spent and still throbbing, still coming despite being crushed against the base of the cock I’m wearing and desperate for the rumble of a wand vibrator or a mouth or even her fingers. “Your pussy is so beautiful,” I whisper. “I missed this perfect pussy.”

“Say that again,” she says, back arching, thrusting against me and against her own vibrator, trapped between her and the bed.

“I needed this,” I whisper, I moan, I ramble. “I missed your pussy. Your pussy is so perfect. So beautiful. Thank you. Thank you for letting me fuck you. It’s so perfect. I love being inside you.”

She comes on my cock, and I come again from her contractions and pulsing around me. I feel every inch, every squeeze. I hate being this desperate, but I need it, need the release she offers, need the way we fit together.

Technically, this is the 3rd prompt in last year’s Writing Spicy countdown prompts. I’m hoping to finish all of them before we start again in September.