“i hated it” you whine, your voice cracking slightly, your fingers tangled in the collar of my shirt. “i hated you being away. i tried... i tried touching myself but it doesn't even feel as good anymore. i can't even get myself close. it just feels empty without you. i missed you so much”
i’m keeping that exact thought tucked safely away in the back of my mind. i didn't address it right then. instead, i just cupped your jaw, leaning down to press a kiss against your lips, letting you taste exactly how much i’d missed you, too.
we're in the bedroom now, the room lit only by the warm glow of the streetlights outside. i’ve got you flat against the mattress, bare from the waist down, your shirt unbuttoned to your ribs. i’m hovering over you, taking my time, tracing a soft path up the inside of your thighs, watching your hips helplessly twitch with every single touch.
already shivering, your breath turning uneven, your fingers blindly reaching up to find mine.
but instead of giving you my hand, i pin your wrists above your head, leaning down until my lips are brushing the sensitive skin right under your ear. “remember what you told me earlier sweetheart?” i say. “about how touching yourself didn't feel good while i was gone?”
you let out an embarrassed whine, trying to turn your face away. “don't remind me... i was just being pathetic”
“no it wasn't pathetic at all. it was sweet” i say releasing your wrists and sliding my hands down to caress your hips, pulling you closer to me. “but we can’t have that. we can’t have you unable to make yourself feel good. let’s get that back for you right now.” i lean back. “touch yourself for me. show me how you do it when i’m not here.”
your eyes go completely wide. “here? right now? no... please, i want you to do it.”
“i will” i promise, my hand coming up to gently stroke your hair back from your forehead. “but first, i want to watch you. slide your hand down for me. let me see.”
i can tell you’re getting nervous but you can never truly say no to me. your hand hesitating slightly as you bring it down to your stomach, your fingers tracing over your hip before finally sliding between your thighs. you let out a gasp the second your own fingers make contact with your damp skin, finding yourself already wet.
“there you go” i say softly, leaning forward to watch every single movement of your hand. “just like that. you’re so incredibly beautiful like this, you know that? let me hear you”
encouraged by the praise, you close your eyes, your fingers beginning to move in those familiar circular patterns. muscle memory. your hips tilting a little.
your eyes back on mine for a moment and I ask “feels good?”
a high pitched whimper slipping past your lips while the friction finally start to hit the right spot.“it feels... different with you watching,” you pant out.
“you’re doing so well princess. keep going” my fingers lightly tracing your thigh, adding just enough extra heat to drive you crazy. “tell me how it feels. talk to me.”
“it feels better than when i was alone” your pace picking up. but after a few more strokes, your hand suddenly falters. without warning, i dive down between your thighs, my mouth replacing your hand. i eat you out for just a few seconds, my tongue swirling over your clit until you're arching off the bed, screaming my name. just as you think i'm going to finish you, i pull back, licking my lips with a smile, I almost feel bad for stopping. almost.
“please... why did you stop? please” you beg, your hands desperately gripping the sheets.
“ah-ah, who said you were allowed to stop working for it?” i teaseas i pat your inner thigh. “i just wanted a taste. back to your hand sweetheart. keep going”
“i can't, i don't want to make myself cum, please. i need it to be your hands i missed you.”
“i know you do baby. but you can hold it a little longer. keep your hand right there. just a few more times. you can do that for me can’t you?”
“please” you sob but you force your fingers to move again. as you keep going, the heat i left behind on your skin starts to build, and i see the exact moment you regain your confidence. your touch gets heavier, surer, realization dawning on you that you feel everything ten times more intensely with me hovering over you. your chest heaves, your eyes lock onto mine, full of a fierce, needy certainty.
i watch you intently tracking the moment your toes curl tightly into the bedsheets, and your internal muscles starting to throb. you’re too close. you’re right there, hovering perfectly on the edge, waiting for me, completely helpless.
in one smooth motion, i reach down and catch your wrist, pulling your hand away from your body and pinning it flat against the mattress. before you can even register the loss of the friction, i replace your fingers with two of my own, sinking them deep inside you in one long stroke while my thumb applies perfect pressure right against your clit, exactly how you like it.
the sudden change from your own touch to the absolute authority of my hand completely breaks you.
“alright baby. i’ve got you”
“oh my god” you gasp, your body instantly going rigid, thighs starting to tremble again.
“that’s it, let it out. give it all to me” i whisper against your mouth, picking up the pace, driving my fingers deep inside you over and over, riding out your orgasm. “you missed this baby, didn’t you? you missed being handled properly”
your hips are moving blindly, trying to escape the intensity, but i hold your wrist down tight, keeping you pinned to the mattress while your body clamps down around my fingers in desperate waves.
“i missed you princess. missed making you feel good”
i keep moving inside you until the pulsing finally slows down. when i finally pull my hand back, you collapse into the mattress, your chest heaving and beautifully undone.
i lean down, pulling the covers up over your shivering shoulders, and press a few kisses to your wet cheek. “see? i told you we’d get it back. you did so good for me”
