Sitting here, on the couch, leaning forward, elbows on my knees focused on my game and I can smell myself. Boxers wet from your earlier teasing, still trying hard to focus on something other than your mouth.
Though something you said really keeps running through my mind.
You, between my legs, mouth on my strap and fingers curled inside of me.
My eyes roll back just thinking about it, god. Talk about gender euphoria. About being seen completely for who and what you are.
I'm losing my mind picturing your lips wrapped around me while my walls clench around you. Soaking wet everywhere I look.
Meanwhile, I know you're making an absolute mess between your thighs at the same time.
Run your fingers over yourself and stick them in my mouth while you go back to sucking my strap. My tongue mimics the movements of your own and both of our heads start to get fuzzy.
I want more. I want you inside of me. I want to be so full.
I want more, I want you on my strap, I want you grinding against my thighs.
I want to moan. I want to hear you moan.
Let me pleasure you until you've soaked the strap with your orgasms and run red lines over my back in need. Until I've left hand marks on your hips from grinding you down onto me.
Then make me beg.
I'll be so lost in you, so needy for my own pleasure, so wet.
I'll do anything to have you inside of me. Tell me how good I've been for you, making you cum so many times. Tell me it's my turn and not to worry about anything other than being good for you again.
Slide the same strap you rode into me and watch my mouth gape open and eyes roll back in satisfaction. Finally full.
Please, I'll whisper. I'll pull you to me because I don't want you to watch how needy I am. I want your body on mine, so I can just lose myself in the sensation. Your breath on my neck. Your breasts on mine. The sweet things you'll whisper in my ear.
The dirty things I'll whisper in yours.
Moan out about how big you are. About how good it feels. Tell me I'm so good for taking every inch of you. Pound in to me to remind me I'm yours, like this, all open and wet.
Tell me I'm such a good girl. Such a good boi. Tell me you want my orgasm. Remind me to breathe because I forget. My legs shaking from pleasure and mind blank from all your sweet words, your voice in my head just making me lose it. I can't focus. I tell you I can't. You tell me I don't need to.
I tell you, I'm so close, but it's so intense, that I'm so sensitive.
You ask in a mocking tone if you should stop if it's so intense and I grab you and beg you not to. Please please, don't stop. My god, don't stop.
I keep whining about how close I am and you can feel my body edge ever closer, every thrust pushing me closer to climax. My breath hitches. Yes. Yes. Oh my god, yes!
Oh fuck. My legs close around your hand but you do your best to keep fucking into me and I bite your shoulder, grab at you, at the sheets, throw my head back in pleasure as my whole body shakes beneath yours, letting out breaths and moans and whimpers.
Fuck.
