maria

"Finger yourself."

She'd been midway through something and it took her a second or so to register. After another word or two she tailed pff, blinked, and looked at him.

"What?"

He said nothing. Didn't need to. She'd heard.

Blushing, she lifted up the oversized shirt she was wearing and snuck a hand down into her panties. She was already a little wet - almost always was, now - so ine finger was easy. In it slide. She gasped quietly, breath hitching as she started working on a gentle rhythm.

"You were saying?" He asked.

Her eyes, half-closed, opened a little and fell on him again.

"Hmm?"

"Keep going."

Took her brain a moment to figure that one out. He wanted her to keep talking. Or try to. What had she been saying? Finger working, she thought back.

"Uh..."

He put his hand up between her legs, pressing it on hers, making her finger push in. She gasped.

"Go on. It was very interesting. Keep going."

His other hand had gone to her waist to keep her steady as he pressed his palm up harder into her. Her brain fizzled, her mouth hung open.

"Nothing?" He asked.

A thin string of drool started to stretch from her lip as she panted wordlessly, humping gently against her hand and against his. He tutted, shook his head.

"Mustn't have been that important," he said, the hand from her waist moving up so he could feed a thumb into her open mouth. Given the contented hum she made and the way her eyes closed, he doubted she'd heard him.

"Hnnh, ah..."

"You're a smart girl with dignity, yes. Silly of me to forget. Desperate isn't you, is it?"

"N-n... I..."

"Not you at all, no. And just grinding on my thigh like this? That's not bad. That's fine."

"Nnh, y-you..."

"Shh, you don't have to say anything, it's okay. You just keep doing what you're doing. It's obviously a lot of fun. You're all red."

"Please..."

"And I can feel you making a wet spot on my leg too you know. But it's okay. At least you don't look desperate, hmm? Imagine how pathetic you'd look if this was your pillow and not my leg."

"S-sir..."

“oh, you are high aren’t you, sweetheart?”

a pathetic nod, eyes bloodshot and glassy, pupils dilated as they stare back.

“it feels good, doesn’t it?”

a bashful whimper as they try to drop eye contact.

“aw, no reason to be nervous. i just want to make sure you’re enjoying yourself properly.”

after a pause, they look back up at you, eyes wide.“yeah, it feels good.”

“do you know what would feel even better?”

not waiting for a reply, you start drawing caresses along their body with your free hand. down their arms, back up. the soft drag of your nails down their back. a hand in their hair to pull them to rest back against your shoulder as you lift the vape to their mouth again.

“that’s it, angel. suck for me.”

every hit lowers their walls another inch. the tension has slowly been melting from their body, they’re laughing a little more, leaving thoughts unfinished.

this is the perfect position to whisper in their ear - “you look perfect like this. pliant and sweet in my arms, right where you belong.”

you can watch the goosebumps roll across their skin as your lips brush their ear. another hit, and you use the distraction to close the distance and trace the shell of their ear with your tongue, nipping at their lobe. a full body shiver, this time. your teeth on their neck are rewarded with a gasp that shifts into a smoky moan when your teeth sink in.

satisfied that they’ll stay put, you can resume your other hand’s journey. trailing your hand across their chest to trace along their nipples and sternum and collarbones. digging your nails in slightly along their ribs to make them sigh your name. grasping their hip and grinding them down into your lap as you suck and bite along their throat.

they buck their hips slightly in your lap, silently requesting your hand move to where they clearly need it most. you make them take a hit at the same time that you deliver a light tap between their legs in punishment. lungs full, they can barely let out a noise in response, eyes glistening wide and cheeks pink with lust.

“oh, you are high aren’t you, sweetheart?”

a pathetic nod, eyes bloodshot and glassy, pupils dilated as they stare back.

“it feels good, doesn’t it?”

a bashful whimper as they try to drop eye contact.

“aw, no reason to be nervous. i just want to make sure you’re enjoying yourself properly.”

after a pause, they look back up at you, eyes wide.“yeah, it feels good.”

“do you know what would feel even better?”

not waiting for a reply, you start drawing caresses along their body with your free hand. down their arms, back up. the soft drag of your nails down their back. a hand in their hair to pull them to rest back against your shoulder as you lift the vape to their mouth again.

“that’s it, angel. suck for me.”

every hit lowers their walls another inch. the tension has slowly been melting from their body, they’re laughing a little more, leaving thoughts unfinished.

this is the perfect position to whisper in their ear - “you look perfect like this. pliant and sweet in my arms, right where you belong.”

you can watch the goosebumps roll across their skin as your lips brush their ear. another hit, and you use the distraction to close the distance and trace the shell of their ear with your tongue, nipping at their lobe. a full body shiver, this time. your teeth on their neck are rewarded with a gasp that shifts into a smoky moan when your teeth sink in.

satisfied that they’ll stay put, you can resume your other hand’s journey. trailing your hand across their chest to trace along their nipples and sternum and collarbones. digging your nails in slightly along their ribs to make them sigh your name. grasping their hip and grinding them down into your lap as you suck and bite along their throat.

they buck their hips slightly in your lap, silently requesting your hand move to where they clearly need it most. you make them take a hit at the same time that you deliver a light tap between their legs in punishment. lungs full, they can barely let out a noise in response, eyes glistening wide and cheeks pink with lust.

"Hnnh, ah..."

"You're a smart girl with dignity, yes. Silly of me to forget. Desperate isn't you, is it?"

"N-n... I..."

"Not you at all, no. And just grinding on my thigh like this? That's not bad. That's fine."

"Nnh, y-you..."

"Shh, you don't have to say anything, it's okay. You just keep doing what you're doing. It's obviously a lot of fun. You're all red."

"Please..."

"And I can feel you making a wet spot on my leg too you know. But it's okay. At least you don't look desperate, hmm? Imagine how pathetic you'd look if this was your pillow and not my leg."

"S-sir..."