Just a little more. Fuck, just a little more. If I could get just a little more.
“…please,” I whispered, kissing your chest and neck as I straddled you, the two of us completely nnaked on the couch. I couldn’t help myself. I kept my hips moving back and forth. “Please help me.”
My mind had all but completely leaked out from between my legs. God I had practically soaked two of us. Just that grinding back and forth, back and forth, my wet pussy sliding across your shaft over and over again.
I heard you chuckle, a low, wicked sound. “I am helping you lamb.”
“But… No. Wait I-” I let out a moan, my pleasure ruining my train of thought as I kept sliding myself against you, trying to press down harder, move a little faster. “Fuck I don’t know.”
“Oh but I do.” Your hand snaked into my hair, tugging my head back, forcing me to look up at you. “I’m helping you get more desperate. More needy. More mindfucked and ruined, all for me. And isn’t that what you want?”
I whined and shook my head, trying to move a little faster. Whether I was disagreeing or just struggling with the sensations, I wasn’t sure.
“Aww.” Your hand slapped my ass hard, making me jump. “Then you can’t have it yet.”
“No! No, please I’m sorry!” I cried into your shoulder, shaking my head as I kept moving. God I couldn’t stop. I was losing myself, losing my mind, and I still couldn’t stop. “Please.” I don’t know how long I had been like this. But my legs were shaking. My face and chest were flushed bright pink and I could feel what was left of my strength leaving me.
I raised my head to nod, but all I managed was to lift it for a moment before dropping it back down. That’s all there was. Suffering. Exquisite suffering. Pleasure that was so good, but so out of reach. I was so close. Again. Fuck, I climbed that peak for the umpteenth time tonight, the tip of your cock nudging my clit in just the right way as I slid my soaked cunt back and forth. I was so close.
“Ah ah ah.” You gripped my hips and held me firm, keeping me trapped right on that edge. “Not yet lamb.”
I couldn’t handle it anymore. A low, exhausted whine forced its way from me and I collapsed against you. My pussy clenched around nothing, your cock so close but not where I needed. My thighs trembled as they straddled yours, nothing but weakness in every inch of my body. I was completely spent, and you’d barely touched me. Barely let me touch you.
The groan that left your mouth was predatory, and you had me turned around and pushed back on the couch before I could think. You had my legs spread wide for you, on display for you, and god, you were all I could see. My eyes fluttered as I tried to look up you, but all I wanted to do was let them roll back. And when your hand finally delved between my legs, testing my wetness? I couldn’t keep them from rolling back. Couldn’t stop the weak keening sound that left me the moment your fingers finally touched me where I needed.
You grabbed my jaw with your other hand, shaking my head gently, forcing me to open my eyes. I knew how I must have looked, panting for breath, eyes glassy, skin flushed. But I couldn’t care. Couldn’t care how much of a mess I was. Not when I was this tired, not when I felt so fucking good and weak and needy all at the same time.
“There you are.” You slid your cock against my soaked opening one more time before sliding just the tip inside. “Finally. I was almost getting tired of waiting for you to come apart.” You tilted your head, looking down at my ruined body with a wicked smirk. “Almost.” And with that, you forced yourself inside my denied cunt with a brutal thrust.
