GhostMasc

She’d be straddling my thigh, already soaked, grinding and humping against me like she’s losing control. Her hands gripping my shoulders, face buried in my neck as she lets out these soft, needy little whimpers every time she rolls her hips. She’d be so wet I can feel her dripping down my thigh while she desperately tries to get friction.

And I’d be such a tease.

I’d run my hands up and down her back slowly, sometimes gripping her hips to guide her movements… then suddenly stilling her completely just when she starts getting a good rhythm. I’d whisper in her ear, “Not yet, baby. I want to feel how badly you need me first.”

I’d let her hump my thigh again, getting more and more frantic, her breathing shaky, until she’s almost there… then I’d stop her again, smiling while she whines and begs so prettily.

You’d come into the room all shy and restless, wearing nothing but one of my shirts. I’d be focused on my laptop, but you’d crawl onto my lap without saying much, pushing my chair back a little so you can straddle me. You’d reach down, line yourself up with my strap, and slowly sink down onto it, taking me deep inside you with a soft little whimper.

At first, you’d try to be good, rocking your hips gently and slowly, hiding your face in my neck while I try to keep typing. But I’d feel how wet you are, how tightly you’re clenching around the strap, and hear those soft, needy little noises you make every time you roll your hips.

It wouldn’t take long before the sounds and the way you’re making a mess all over me become too much. I’d finally close the laptop, grab your hips with both hands, and pull you down harder onto my strap.

I’d stop being gentle. I’d thrust up into you properly, fucking you deep and steady while holding you close, whispering against your ear how much I love when she's needy, my needy girl can’t even wait for me to finish working.

I want to please her so deeply. I want to make her feel safe, desired, and completely taken care of. I want to be the one who learns exactly how she likes to be touched, licked, and loved. I want her to feel adored while I focus entirely on her pleasure.

so here i am, playing some on my PS, sprawled on the couch.

"babe?" comes from the outside the room

"yeah?"

"i want your attention"

"okay let me finish this game and I'll be yours"

silence... and she appears in the doorway.

i spare a glance and fuck, i shouldn't have, because now I'm fucking distracted. a black lingerie, garters, everything sits so good on her. her boobs and ass look so nice and look so touchable.

"wow, babe, you-"

"i can't wait that long"

she comes closer, her thigh brushes mine as she observes what I'm doing.

"guess I'll make myself comfortable then"

her hands grip my shoulders for support and her gorgeous butt finds her place on my lap.

"i won't bother you i promise"

i grab the joystick with both hands so she is trapped in my arms.

she lays on me comfortably, as the game goes on... her hips, her damn hips. slow, deliberate grinds, once in a while. i knew it would happen. she knew I'm weak for sexy underwear and humping.

I'll make it our game is that's what she wants.

"you won't mind one more game, dear?"

a little whimper and a short "no"

oh yeah? one more it is. yet the grinding keeps getting desperate.

"you seem impatient, aren't you?"

"shut up"

i can feel her heat on my crotch, and it keeps getting hotter. it's practically pulsating my name in morse code.

i shift, so she has more contact, and yeah, she is picking up her pace. naughty.

"you said you'll be a good girl"

"please" in a whisper

"please what?"

"i need more" she thinks slow light kisses on the neck now will win me over? oh yes they would.

"tell it in a full sentence and i might consider"

"please fuck me"