genderfluid 💜 sapphic 💜 32

You’re in your pajamas, toothbrush in mouth, when suddenly warm arms wrap around your waist from behind. I press a soft kiss to the side of your neck, minty from my own brushing.

My lips trail to your ear as I murmur “Good morning, my baby… did you sleep well?". My hands slide under the hem of your shirt.

Without thinking, you lean back into me - your hips bump the counter slightly. “Mm.. yeah I slept so good.”.

A sudden arch of your back presses against me. One hand slips down to tease over the waistband of your pajama pants. “You’re so warm,” I whisper - then nip at your earlobe playfully.

Mu fingers glide lower, teasing, exploring. My palm presses flat against your stomach… then dips beneath the fabric. Warm skin meets warm skin.

A soft gasp escapes you as my fingertips brush higher - accidentally (or not) grazing sensitive spots through thin pajama bottoms. “Gosh you’re so sensitive.. Look at you.. Shivering”.

My fingers slip further - now deliberately tracing the outline of your hipbone. You shiver as my nails graze just above the waistband… then I suddenly spin you around, pinning you against the counter.

My other hand cradles your jaw as I tilt my head to kiss you properly. My wandering fingers slip fully under fabric - finally finding bare skin.

A soft moan escapes me as when I feel how drenched you are.. “Look at you.. Your pussy is already soaked for me.. You’ve always been pathetic for mommy..”. I say while my fingers dipping into you without warning.

My fingers curling just right inside you, thumb still teasing your clit in lazy circles.

“M-mhh.. Fuuck!..”. Your sweet moans feel the room. I suddenly speed up, pounding fingers in your drenched cunt. My other hand grips your hip to steady you against the counter.

You’re already close and I feel it… but instead of pushing further.. I slow abruptly.

I grin - kind of evil, loving this. The second I feel your hips jerk toward my hand, chasing release - I pull my fingers out entirely.

“Uh-uh," I tease, pressing a kiss to your flushed cheek. I wet two fingers in my own mouth and then bring them back down… but only to trace light circles around your swollen clit.

Your face - the frustration, the need. I adore it.

“You’re so close," I coo, voice honeyed with mock sympathy. My fingertip barely grazes your clit… a feather-light touch that’s maddening. You whine needy..

“Aw… is my baby frustrated?" My teasing fingers finally slip back inside… but only for a few shallow thrusts. Then they retreat again, leaving you throbbing and empty..

“You’re not coming," I say sweetly against your lips… then bite your lower lip. “Not until I say."

My other hand grips the back of your neck, holding you in place as I kiss you again punishingly deep.

I step back entirely, leaving you trembling, soaked and panting against the counter.