wandering

She whimpered. They both knew had been twenty-six days of denial; she was probably tracking it down to the minute. She’d agreed to no penetration, no orgasms, and not even an edge until—this was the important part—the end of the month.

The end of the month.

The arrangement had been incredibly effective for her conditioning. She had once been overly cautious with her mouth, prone to hesitation and second-guessing herself. None of that hindered her now. She serviced him with a focus and will that verged on the frantic; it was adorable how much motivation these precious minutes of pillow-friction instilled in her.

He tugged playfully at her hair and enjoyed her answering whine. “Mmm. Maybe not long enough. I think this arrangement is only improving as it goes on, don’t you agree?” The low breathiness in his voice made her clench with longing. “I have to admit… I thought I’d miss your other holes. But why would I ever go back to them when this one gets better every day?”

She nearly sobbed at that. But she didn’t pause; in fact, she redoubled her efforts. She took him to the hilt three times for every buck of her hips now. His body responded, and he felt himself start to tighten in anticipation.

“I’m going to let you finish me soon,” he said, with a groan under his words. “Switch to your hands, please. You may have the time until I finish to express your gratitude.”

She lifted her head, gasping; her fingers had wrapped around his throbbing length before her lips had left his crown. “Thank you thank you thank you thankyou,” she panted, her fingers tight and blurring with well-trained quickness. “I’m s-so grateful that you let me give you pleasure, but—”

“Now,” he grunted, pushing himself up off the bed, and she bent herself instantly to take him back down her throat as he came.

He finished with a growl that was faintly animal, but the sounds she made as she tasted him were feral. She nearly choked herself on him, but never let up, as her thighs squeezed hard against the pillow with each shot she swallowed.

It took him time to come back to himself. When he did, she still had her lips sealed tight around him. She never seemed ready to let go at first. As if she were clinging to him, hanging on until the brief respite at the eye of her storm of desire.

“What a wonderful toy you’ve become,” he said, heaving a sigh of bliss, “I think it’s for the best that we never said which month.”

She shuddered. There were tears at the corners of her eyes. He touched one with his finger, brought it to his lips, and savored the taste of her nearly perfect need.