nofuckingway

you'd been doing so well. holding off, trying to be patient, hips barely moving even as i worked you slow. and then it happened fast, faster than either of us expected, a surprised broken sound slipping out of you before you could stop it.

"hey." tilting your chin up. making you look at me. "don't hide. that was perfect."

you try anyway, face turning into the pillow.

pressing back in. feeling you jolt immediately. still sensitive. still so responsive. "see? your body's still asking for more."

a whimper. hips shifting away slightly. then back. confused about what you actually want right now.

"i know." curling my fingers slow. feeling you gasp. "i know it's a lot. you're sensitive and everything feels bigger than it should right now."

working you slow again. building you back up. watching the way your breathing changes, the way your hands fist in the sheets, the way you try so hard to hold off this time.

getting you right to the edge.

stopping.

a broken sound. hips chasing nothing. "please—"

"i know." rubbing slow circles on your hip. not giving you anything yet. "you're doing so well. just a little longer."

"i can't—" voice cracking. "please i need—"

"you can." so certain. so warm. "you've been so patient already. i just want a little more time with you like this."

starting again. slower this time. deliberate. learning exactly how much you can take before you tip over, finding that threshold and staying right beneath it.

you're shaking by the third time. tears starting to gather, not from anything bad, just from how much it all is.

"i know baby." wiping one away with my thumb without stopping. "i know it's so much right now. you're doing so well."

"please—" barely a word anymore. "please mommy please i can't take it anymore please—"

"okay." finally. so soft. "okay. you've earned it. go ahead. i've got you."

letting you fall apart completely this time. not pulling back. working you through every moment.

waiting until your body has relaxed. pulling you close to me.

"so good." pressing a kiss to your hair. "you did so well. so so well.”

keeping you in my arms. rubbing your back slow.

it's the wrestling for it. fighting for dominance and not knowing who's going to win until someone's pinned. it's the way something can shift halfway through because something in the air changes and suddenly the roles have flipped without either of us saying a word about it.

it's having someone who can edge me and mean it, because they know exactly what it feels like to have that taken from them too. someone who can say the most depraved things to me and then go completely soft the second i take it back.

"look at you." not moving my hand. watching you closely. "riding my fingers like you just can’t help yourself”

a desperate whine. hips still working.

"so pathetic." said so fondly. curling my fingers deeper, feeling you clench immediately. "can't even hold still. can't even wait for me to do the work."

"i can't help it—" barely coherent. "feels so good—"

"i know it does." thumb finding your clit, rubbing slow circles while my fingers stay curled right against that spot. "such a dumb desperate thing. doesn't even care how it looks right now. just needs to cum so badly it'll use whatever it can get."

a sob. hips speeding up.

"that's it." watching you fall apart completely. "your pussy feels so good. squeezing my fingers so tight. so wet it's dripping everywhere." not stopping. matching your pace now, giving you exactly what your hips are begging for. "such a good girl even when you're being so pathetic about it. can't tell the difference between desperate and good anymore can you?"

"please—" close. so close. "please i'm gonna—"

"i know." fingers curling harder, thumb pressing faster. "go ahead. cum all over my hand like the desperate little thing you are. show me how good it feels."

feeling you fall apart. the way your whole body shakes. the way you keep grinding through every wave of it. lost in your own desperation.

staying with you through all of it.

waiting until you’ve finished before pulling my fingers out of you.

bringing them up to my mouth. sucking them clean. “you taste so fucking good when you’re desperate” moaning around the words. moving closer to you. pulling you into my arms.

"so good." pressing a kiss to your hair. "such a good girl. you did so well for me. do you know that?"

you nod shyly.

“use your words for me baby, i need to hear you say that you know how well you did” i coo at you.

my hand comes up to your cheek, caressing it. softly encouraging you.

with a deep breath, you open your mouth to speak. “i did a good job for you, mommy” you say with a smile.

and then twenty minutes later have me whimpering “daddy” while they take complete control, pinning my wrists, telling me exactly how good i'm being.

i need someone who can go from "please mommy please let me taste you" to "be a good girl and stay still for me"