I'm new here and working on a loose series about a week in the life of a couple into free use and light-to-medium BDSM. They're written in second person from the woman's perspective, which I've gathered is a bit controversial, but it felt right for the medium for whatever reason. Anyway, here they are if you'd like to take a look :)
Author’s Note: This is a semi-related followup to my story Sunday and will be part of a loose “One Week” series. Each day can stand easily on its own. You’re not required to read them in any particular order, but some later ones will be more closely related.
***
You wake to the sound of the shower in the en-suite bath. The sun is just coming up, and the room is lit with the first rays of morning sun. You sit up, stretch, and flop back on the pillow. You don’t have to get up for a few more minutes, so you close your eyes again.
Before you know it, you wake again just as he pushes past your lips, the clean taste of him filling your mouth. Glistening from his morning shower, he’s standing next to the bed, one hand in your hair, the other between your legs, the covers pushed back. He bends down for a moment, withdrawing momentarily, to whisper in your ear: “You looked so pretty sleeping there with your mouth open, just waiting for me. I couldn’t resist.”
He guides himself back to your mouth and thrusts gently and slowly, holding your head in place with the hand in your hair. The hand between your legs tenderly strokes you open, and he slips one finger inside you, then a second. As he does, you feel him twitch and grow harder in your mouth.
Your body is still waking up, and the sensations are muddled as you struggle to the surface from the depths of sleep. Now, he removes his fingers and uses them to further spread you apart, lightly brushing your clit, and you come fully awake and begin to moan around his girth. You feel your nipples harden and he takes his hand from your hair to roll one and then the other between his thumb and forefinger, making you gasp.
So far he’s kept a slow and steady tempo, but it begins to quicken as he senses your arousal. He twists his hand back into your hair, the other still lightly stroking your clit, and begins to thrust in earnest now, tugging your head forward to meet him with every thrust. Just as his gentle strokes on your clit tip you over the edge, he comes as well, and he holds your head steady as he pulses in your throat. He slips his fingers back inside you and you clench around them as you swallow.
Eventually, he withdraws, bending again to brush a quick kiss across your lips. He pads over to the bureau and begins to dress for work as you watch, still in bed; even now, after so many years, the lines of his body and his graceful, masculine movements thrill you. You feel another flutter between your legs and shake it off; it’s Monday, and you need to get up.
While you’re in the shower, he reenters the bathroom to brush his teeth and comb his hair. You chat idly about what each of your workdays hold—he has a full day of meetings, while you have a nice midday gap that will be perfect for a long lunch. You’re already imagining the delicious sandwich you’re going to make and the book you might take out onto the porch with a glass of iced tea. Maybe you’ll make him a sandwich and some iced tea as well, even if he can’t take a break with you.
He finishes getting ready, and gives you a quick peck as you step out of the shower. He retreats down the hall and closes the door to his office; nevertheless, you can still hear the artificially sunny voice of his boss greeting the team on their morning call. His day has begun, and you may not see him at all until dinner time unless one of his meetings gets canceled or rescheduled.
You finish combing out your wet hair and twist it tightly, securing it to the back of your head with a claw clip. You walk back into the bedroom, and notice a pair of underwear on the bed that you didn’t leave there. There’s a note on them, along with something else. The note reads:
“Please wear these today. I’m sorry my day is so busy; I’ll try to make it up to you.
XO”
Sitting on top of your underwear and the note is an app-controlled panty vibrator, the kind that’s held to your underwear with a magnet. The vibrator itself, ridged slightly, is meant to rest on the inside of your vulva, lightly touching your clit. You attach it to the underwear—a simple white cotton pair—and pull them on, adjusting slightly to make sure the vibrator is seated correctly.
You continue dressing, buttoning up your blouse and selecting a comfortable midi skirt from your closet. You head downstairs to grab a slice of toast before sitting down at your desk and opening your email. Your office is next to his, and you can hear him on his next video call.
An hour or so later, you’re deep into a project for your biggest client when the vibrator rumbles to life, startling a gasp out of you. You hear the clacking of his keyboard pause briefly and know he heard you through the thin walls. The clacking resumes as the intensity of the vibrations begin to increase and decrease in a wave, a pattern he’s created in the app. An in-app message pops up on your phone:
“I hope you’re enjoying your morning, my love. Don’t forget to ask permission before you come.”
As you read the message, the wave of vibrations crests and diminishes again, and your legs begin to shake. You groan aloud, and a few seconds later another message pops up:
“You sound so lovely when you’re turned on. I wish I could get out of this meeting and see your beautiful face all flushed for me.”
The frequency of the waves increases, the peaks and valleys coming closer together now, matching your ramped up arousal. Your breathing grows ragged and you scramble for your phone, almost knocking it off your desk. You text him:
“May I please come?”
A bubble with three dots pops up. You stare at it, willing him to respond.
“No.”
You let out a cry through clenched teeth, trembling with the effort of holding back your orgasm. You breathe through it, trying to think of literally anything else, and your traitor brain reminds you of this morning’s scene. Your body jolts and you groan again. You grasp for your phone and text:
“Please may I come??”
The dots reappear, then disappear, then reappear again. You can feel sweat forming under your arms and slick wetness gathering between your legs, your pulse pounding in your throat. The waves of vibrations increase in frequency again, coming even faster than before. Finally, another message comes in:
“Yes, sweetness, come for me.”
Before you can even read the full message, your orgasm washes over you and you cry out, your head down on your desk. Your phone buzzes again, but the vibrator hasn’t stopped and you ride the cresting waves one after the other, your whole body shaking as the pleasure courses through you.
The vibrator slows, then stops, and you spend a moment catching your breath. Then, you remember you had heard your phone buzz while you were in the throes of your orgasm, and peek at your newest message notification:
“Come see me next door when you can walk again.” A devil-horns emoji accompanies this last.
A few moments later, your breath and your legs steady but your face still flushed, you step out of your office and knock on his door. He’s clearly been waiting for you, as he opens the door immediately and drops to his knees in front of you. He pushes up your skirt and inspects your white panties, now nearly see-through with wetness. He tugs them down gently and presses his face to your slit, greedily licking up the juices there. This unexpected gesture makes your knees buckle, and he steadies you with an arm around your hips. You thread your fingers through his hair as he drinks his fill, then pulls your damp underwear back up, re-seating the vibrator. Still on his knees, he lets your skirt fall back down before hugging you tightly around the waist, your hand still in his hair.
He pops up to his feet, checks his watch, and gives you a quick kiss on the lips. “Thank you, love,” he says. “Back to work.” You step back out of the room, and he closes the door behind you. As you sit back down at your desk, dazed, you hear his next meeting begin on the other side of the wall.
***
A few hours later, you notice your stomach rumbling, and head downstairs to make the sandwich you daydreamed about earlier. You make two, along with two glasses of iced tea, and text him asking if he’d like his lunch now or if he’d plan to come down to the kitchen on his own when he has time. He responds asking you to bring it now, so you head upstairs with one sandwich and tea. You’ll come back down for your own and sit outside in the sun with a book for lunch.
You tap lightly on his office door, and he opens it and takes the plate and glass from you, placing them on his desk, which you see he’s lifted into a standing position. You’re about to turn away when he catches your hand and pulls you back into a sensual kiss, walking you back toward his desk. When you’re in front of it, your back to his computer, he pushes you down by your shoulders into a kneeling position and shimmies you backwards so your head is under the desktop. He’s prepared for this, you see: he’s left a throw pillow down here for you to kneel on, and you tuck it under your knees. Eye level with his belt buckle, you can see the bulge already straining at his pants, and you undo his belt, button, and fly as the video call chime sounds, indicating the beginning of another meeting.
You take him into your mouth as his coworkers join the call, trying to stay as silent as possible as you suck and lick, a task made more difficult when he activates the vibrator again. He isn’t able to thrust as powerfully as he normally would, lest his illicit lunchtime activity become obvious on video, but he does reach under the desk from time to time to hold your head in place as you deepthroat him. He releases you each time before you can gag, but you still have to stifle your gasps.
You can’t see his face, but you feel him getting harder as he reaches his peak. You begin to tease, only sucking the tip and licking him from side to side without putting him in your mouth, and his thighs begin to tremble. You take him in your mouth fully again, but slowly, savoring every inch as his anticipatory shakes become more pronounced. At the moment you take him fully, he seizes your hair and thrusts once, hard, and comes, holding your head in place.
You swallow and swallow, wondering when he’ll pull his hand away, trembling under the inevitability of your own orgasm as the vibrator continues to rumble against your clit. He softens in your mouth, and still he holds you there, your nose to his abdomen. You shift around on your knees, trying to draw back or find a more comfortable position, but his hand is iron and holds you in place. You hear him begin to talk, offering his updates for the meeting, but the words are unintelligible as you struggle—against his hand, against the vibrator, against his now-soft length in your mouth.
Suddenly, you shift just enough that the vibrator hits a new spot and sends you over the edge, taking you completely by surprise. You stiffen and then begin to shake as you come, and you feel him stir and begin to grow hard in your mouth again. Even as you convulse with pleasure, his hand remains immovable, your mouth cradling him as he hardens against your tongue.
The call seems eternal, and you know you can’t escape from under the desk until it’s over and he’s off camera. His hardness continues to grow, and he finally releases your head so you can bob up and down on him again as he continues his meeting. You repeat the cycle: you suck and lick and tease him until he comes; he holds you in place as you swallow and he softens in your mouth; he makes you come with the vibrator; he gets hard in your mouth again.
Finally, you hear his coworkers signing off the call, and at last the telltale bloop of the call ending. He steps backward with no warning, and you lose your balance and fall forward to your hands and knees. He drops to his knees as well and grabs you by the waist, turning you around so you face away from him. He flips your skirt up at the back and pulls aside your underwear, stabbing into you with a need so great he’s practically whimpering with it. In only three hard thrusts he’s spent, and he grabs your hair and turns your head to the side so he can kiss you as he comes. The vibrations on your clit paired with his sudden, hard thrusts brings you to orgasm for the fifth time today, and you bite down on his lower lip with an intensity that makes him moan.
After a moment, he withdraws and lets your underwear slide back into place. He pulls your skirt back down and stands up, reaching back down to pull you to your feet. Feeling a bit wobbly, you look up into his face, and he looks down at you like you’re the most precious thing in the world. He cups your face in his hands and kisses the tip of your nose, his lips lingering as he closes his eyes. He sighs, presses his forehead to yours, and then kisses your lips lightly. “I could do this all day,” he says, “but my next meeting starts in two minutes.” You smile, touch his cheek, stand on your tiptoes to kiss his lips. “See you later,” you say.
***
Your plan to eat lunch on the deck now scuppered after spending an hour under his desk, you bring your sandwich and iced tea back to your office instead so you can get some more work done. You finish up around 4:30, and poke your head out the door. His office door is still closed and you can hear yet another meeting going on, so you go downstairs alone and start on dinner.
He makes his way down around 5:30 and trudges into the kitchen, depleted from a day of meetings. You embrace him and he hugs back briefly, resting his head on your shoulder for a moment. He straightens and goes to the table, where you’ve set out a small snack for him to eat while dinner finishes cooking. You eat dinner in a companionable silence, both decompressing from a long day. Afterwards, when the dishes are cleaned up, you both get on the couch to watch a few episodes of your favorite TV series before heading to bed. He snuggles down with you, his head on your shoulder. You hug him to you, and he squeezes back with a sigh of contentment.
You watch an episode, and just as you think he’s fallen asleep, you feel his hand creeping up your body to rest on your breast. Gently, he strokes it with his thumb until he can feel your hardened nipple straining through your blouse and bra. His head still on your shoulder, he shifts slightly to kiss your neck and clavicle. Every move he makes is slow and deliberate, drawing out each sensation for as long as possible. He moves to your collar and begins to unbutton your blouse. When he reaches your cleavage and exposes your bra, he shifts his weight on top of you and lowers his head to kiss the swells of your breasts. He kisses up your neck to your jawline and behind your ear, then back down to your clavicle and the tops of your breasts. He looks up at you and says, “I’ve been waiting all day for the chance to fuck you properly. Let’s go to bed.”
You both get up from the couch, and he takes your hand to lead you upstairs, lacing his fingers with yours. The anticipation quickens your pulse as you walk up the stairs hand in hand, and you can tell he’s feeling it too because he’s practically jogging as he reaches the bedroom, pulling you along with him.
As you cross the threshold, he gathers you into his arms and kisses you, nibbling your lip and searching your mouth with his tongue. His hands finish the work of unbuttoning your blouse, and he slides it from your shoulders and lets it drop to the floor. You unbutton his shirt, pausing to kiss his chest with each button you undo. When you finish unbuttoning it, you straighten to push it from his shoulders, standing on tiptoe to kiss under his jaw as you do so.
Meanwhile, his hands have found your bra clasp and unhooked it; he slides the straps from your shoulders and tosses it aside. He bends to kiss each nipple and nibbles them hungrily. You shudder with pleasure as he comes back up to kiss you, continuing to massage your breasts as his tongue seeks yours.
You work his belt, button, and fly as you did before, and push his pants to his ankles. Standing now only in his boxers, he steps out of his pants and reaches down to tug off his socks. You slide your hands into his waistband, feeling the firm roundness of his glutes and tracing the slight protrusion of his hip bones before pushing down his boxers. His hands are in your skirt, tugging at it along with your underwear, and letting both fall to your ankles. The vibrator, still attached to your underwear, hits the ground with a small thump.
Naked, he lifts you by the waist and deposits you on the edge of the bed, your feet dangling above the floor. He kneels in front of you and spreads your thighs apart. He pauses for a moment, just looking, and then takes a tentative finger and begins to stroke you open. He kisses the inside of your thigh as he does, and you lean back on your elbows as you sink into the sensation. He kisses and strokes, kisses and strokes, until finally his kisses and his strokes meet over your clit.
His warm tongue flits over and around your clit as he slides two fingers into you. Inside you, his fingers gently stroke your internal walls, and the heat builds and builds. He continues like this for a while, his tongue stimulating your clit while his fingers work inside you. Your breathing has become labored now, and your hands grasp and pull at the sheets. One hand finds its way into his hair, and you stroke it gently as he licks and sucks and strokes and kisses between your legs.
The pleasure continues to build until suddenly it explodes, and the hand in his hair clenches involuntarily as your thighs do the same. He welcomes the constriction and buries his face deeper as you come, wrapping one arm around each leg and tugging you even closer to him. He continues to lick and suck gently until your shudders die down.
Once your body has fully relaxed, he stands and climbs onto the bed. Hooking an elbow under your knees, he turns you ninety degrees so your whole body is on the bed now and your head is on your pillow. As he kneels between your legs, you can see he’s hard, a pearl of precum glistening at his tip.
He moves closer, shifting you slightly into position and spreading your thighs again. His soft gaze meets yours as he gently strokes you with his thumb. “How pretty and pink and perfect you are,” he says, continuing to stroke you. The bead of precum at his tip enlarges and begins to drip. “All day, I’ve been dreaming about the way you look at me when I fuck you.” Stroke, drip. Your body is shaking. He nestles his tip against your opening, his thumb still making lazy circles around your clit. “You look so lovely, all flushed and wanting. Do you want me?”
You nod, holding his gaze.
“Tell me.”
You gasp as he adds pressure with his thumb. “Yes, please, I want—oh—“
You’re cut off as he slides in, burying himself to the hilt. Still making light circles with his thumb, he reaches for your breast with his other hand and begins to play with the nipple, alternately stroking and lightly pinching. He doesn’t thrust; he simply fills you. Warmth spreads from between your legs and begins to wash over your whole body, and you throw your head back as your body clenches around him again, the pleasure overwhelming. He doesn’t change any of his movements, still lightly stroking your breast and your clit as your orgasm subsides and your gazes meet again.
Slowly, his eyes never leaving yours, he begins to stroke in and out of you. You gasp and grimace as he hits something deep inside of you, pain radiating from your core, and he adjusts his angle, watching you with concern. When he’s satisfied this new angle isn’t painful for you, he lowers himself to his elbows and buries his face in your neck, continuing his deep, slow thrusts.
You wrap your arms and legs around him, your fingers entwined in his hair, and kiss his neck and shoulders. Your hands run up and down his back, down to his firm round buttocks, and he groans as you pull him deeper into you. His thrusts speed up and you let one hand linger on his hip, the other cupping his face as he pulls his head back to look at you. He crushes his lips down on yours and slips his arms underneath you to embrace you more fully as he comes.
He stiffens in your arms and then relaxes, still inside you as he softens. He lays in your arms and you brush his sweaty hair back from his forehead as you both catch your breath. When he does, he braces himself back up on his elbows, presses his forehead to yours, and kisses your lips. Pushing back to his knees, he pulls out and contemplates you again, his eyes drawn to the place where his semen leaks out of you. As if in a dream, he draws his finger through the flow, sending another pleasurable shudder through you as he circles your clit with his come. He dips two fingers inside you and withdraws them, now glistening with semen.
As you watch, he brings his fingers toward you and without thinking, you open your mouth. On his fingers is the mingled taste of his come and your own secretions, and you close your eyes to savor the sweetness. You gently suck his fingers clean and he withdraws them before dipping them back inside you again, this time taking a taste of your mingled fluids himself. He, too, closes his eyes in pleasure as he licks his fingers clean, a sight that stirs the beginnings of arousal in you again, despite the lateness of the hour.
He seems to come back to himself as he takes his fingers back out of his mouth. He smiles and leans down to kiss you before hopping off the bed. He returns with a warm, damp cloth that he uses to clean you both off before you each head to the bathroom to get ready for sleep.
You brush your teeth and brush out your hair, and meet him back in the bedroom. He’s in bed already, his arms open wide, waiting for you. You snuggle into them, facing each other, and share a few sweet kisses as you each get comfortable. As you drift toward sleep, you feel him twitch and begin to harden again between you, and you know tomorrow will be another good day.
Author’s Note: This is a semi-related followup to my story Sunday, and will be part of a loose “One Week” series. Each day can stand easily on its own. You’re not required to read them in any particular order, but some later ones will be more closely related.
***
You wake to the sound of the shower in the en-suite bath. The sun is just coming up, and the room is lit with the first rays of morning sun. You sit up, stretch, and flop back on the pillow. You don’t have to get up for a few more minutes, so you close your eyes again.
Before you know it, you wake again just as he pushes past your lips, the clean taste of him filling your mouth. Glistening from his morning shower, he’s standing next to the bed, one hand in your hair, the other between your legs, the covers pushed back. He bends down for a moment, withdrawing momentarily, to whisper in your ear: “You looked so pretty sleeping there with your mouth open, just waiting for me. I couldn’t resist.”
He guides himself back to your mouth and thrusts gently and slowly, holding your head in place with the hand in your hair. The hand between your legs tenderly strokes you open, and he slips one finger inside you, then a second. As he does, you feel him twitch and grow harder in your mouth.
Your body is still waking up, and the sensations are muddled as you struggle to the surface from the depths of sleep. Now, he removes his fingers and uses them to further spread you apart, lightly brushing your clit, and you come fully awake and begin to moan around his girth. You feel your nipples harden and he takes his hand from your hair to roll one and then the other between his thumb and forefinger, making you gasp.
So far he’s kept a slow and steady tempo, but it begins to quicken as he senses your arousal. He twists his hand back into your hair, the other still lightly stroking your clit, and begins to thrust in earnest now, tugging your head forward to meet him with every thrust. Just as his gentle strokes on your clit tip you over the edge, he comes as well, and he holds your head steady as he pulses in your throat. He slips his fingers back inside you and you clench around them as you swallow.
Eventually, he withdraws, bending again to brush a quick kiss across your lips. He pads over to the bureau and begins to dress for work as you watch, still in bed; even now, after so many years, the lines of his body and his graceful, masculine movements thrill you. You feel another flutter between your legs and shake it off; it’s Monday, and you need to get up.
While you’re in the shower, he reenters the bathroom to brush his teeth and comb his hair. You chat idly about what each of your workdays hold—he has a full day of meetings, while you have a nice midday gap that will be perfect for a long lunch. You’re already imagining the delicious sandwich you’re going to make and the book you might take out onto the porch with a glass of iced tea. Maybe you’ll make him a sandwich and some iced tea as well, even if he can’t take a break with you.
He finishes getting ready, and gives you a quick peck as you step out of the shower. He retreats down the hall and closes the door to his office; nevertheless, you can still hear the artificially sunny voice of his boss greeting the team on their morning call. His day has begun, and you may not see him at all until dinner time unless one of his meetings gets canceled or rescheduled.
You finish combing out your wet hair and twist it tightly, securing it to the back of your head with a claw clip. You walk back into the bedroom, and notice a pair of underwear on the bed that you didn’t leave there. There’s a note on them, along with something else. The note reads:
“Please wear these today. I’m sorry my day is so busy; I’ll try to make it up to you.
XO”
Sitting on top of your underwear and the note is an app-controlled panty vibrator, the kind that’s held to your underwear with a magnet. The vibrator itself, ridged slightly, is meant to rest on the inside of your vulva, lightly touching your clit. You attach it to the underwear—a simple white cotton pair—and pull them on, adjusting slightly to make sure the vibrator is seated correctly.
You continue dressing, buttoning up your blouse and selecting a comfortable midi skirt from your closet. You head downstairs to grab a slice of toast before sitting down at your desk and opening your email. Your office is next to his, and you can hear him on his next video call.
An hour or so later, you’re deep into a project for your biggest client when the vibrator rumbles to life, startling a gasp out of you. You hear the clacking of his keyboard pause briefly and know he heard you through the thin walls. The clacking resumes as the intensity of the vibrations begin to increase and decrease in a wave, a pattern he’s created in the app. An in-app message pops up on your phone:
“I hope you’re enjoying your morning, my love. Don’t forget to ask permission before you come.”
As you read the message, the wave of vibrations crests and diminishes again, and your legs begin to shake. You groan aloud, and a few seconds later another message pops up:
“You sound so lovely when you’re turned on. I wish I could get out of this meeting and see your beautiful face all flushed for me.”
The frequency of the waves increases, the peaks and valleys coming closer together now, matching your ramped up arousal. Your breathing grows ragged and you scramble for your phone, almost knocking it off your desk. You text him:
“May I please come?”
A bubble with three dots pops up. You stare at it, willing him to respond.
“No.”
You let out a cry through clenched teeth, trembling with the effort of holding back your orgasm. You breathe through it, trying to think of literally anything else, and your traitor brain reminds you of this morning’s scene. Your body jolts and you groan again. You grasp for your phone and text:
“Please may I come??”
The dots reappear, then disappear, then reappear again. You can feel sweat forming under your arms and slick wetness gathering between your legs, your pulse pounding in your throat. The waves of vibrations increase in frequency again, coming even faster than before. Finally, another message comes in:
“Yes, sweetness, come for me.”
Before you can even read the full message, your orgasm washes over you and you cry out, your head down on your desk. Your phone buzzes again, but the vibrator hasn’t stopped and you ride the cresting waves one after the other, your whole body shaking as the pleasure courses through you.
The vibrator slows, then stops, and you spend a moment catching your breath. Then, you remember you had heard your phone buzz while you were in the throes of your orgasm, and peek at your newest message notification:
“Come see me next door when you can walk again.” A devil-horns emoji accompanies this last.
A few moments later, your breath and your legs steady but your face still flushed, you step out of your office and knock on his door. He’s clearly been waiting for you, as he opens the door immediately and drops to his knees in front of you. He pushes up your skirt and inspects your white panties, now nearly see-through with wetness. He tugs them down gently and presses his face to your slit, greedily licking up the juices there. This unexpected gesture makes your knees buckle, and he steadies you with an arm around your hips. You thread your fingers through his hair as he drinks his fill, then pulls your damp underwear back up, re-seating the vibrator. Still on his knees, he lets your skirt fall back down before hugging you tightly around the waist, your hand still in his hair.
He pops up to his feet, checks his watch, and gives you a quick kiss on the lips. “Thank you, love,” he says. “Back to work.” You step back out of the room, and he closes the door behind you. As you sit back down at your desk, dazed, you hear his next meeting begin on the other side of the wall.
***
A few hours later, you notice your stomach rumbling, and head downstairs to make the sandwich you daydreamed about earlier. You make two, along with two glasses of iced tea, and text him asking if he’d like his lunch now or if he’d plan to come down to the kitchen on his own when he has time. He responds asking you to bring it now, so you head upstairs with one sandwich and tea. You’ll come back down for your own and sit outside in the sun with a book for lunch.
You tap lightly on his office door, and he opens it and takes the plate and glass from you, placing them on his desk, which you see he’s lifted into a standing position. You’re about to turn away when he catches your hand and pulls you back into a sensual kiss, walking you back toward his desk. When you’re in front of it, your back to his computer, he pushes you down by your shoulders into a kneeling position and shimmies you backwards so your head is under the desktop. He’s prepared for this, you see: he’s left a throw pillow down here for you to kneel on, and you tuck it under your knees. Eye level with his belt buckle, you can see the bulge already straining at his pants, and you undo his belt, button, and fly as the video call chime sounds, indicating the beginning of another meeting.
You take him into your mouth as his coworkers join the call, trying to stay as silent as possible as you suck and lick, a task made more difficult when he activates the vibrator again. He isn’t able to thrust as powerfully as he normally would, lest his illicit lunchtime activity become obvious on video, but he does reach under the desk from time to time to hold your head in place as you deepthroat him. He releases you each time before you can gag, but you still have to stifle your gasps.
You can’t see his face, but you feel him getting harder as he reaches his peak. You begin to tease, only sucking the tip and licking him from side to side without putting him in your mouth, and his thighs begin to tremble. You take him in your mouth fully again, but slowly, savoring every inch as his anticipatory shakes become more pronounced. At the moment you take him fully, he seizes your hair and thrusts once, hard, and comes, holding your head in place.
You swallow and swallow, wondering when he’ll pull his hand away, trembling under the inevitability of your own orgasm as the vibrator continues to rumble against your clit. He softens in your mouth, and still he holds you there, your nose to his abdomen. You shift around on your knees, trying to draw back or find a more comfortable position, but his hand is iron and holds you in place. You hear him begin to talk, offering his updates for the meeting, but the words are unintelligible as you struggle—against his hand, against the vibrator, against his now-soft length in your mouth.
Suddenly, you shift just enough that the vibrator hits a new spot and sends you over the edge, taking you completely by surprise. You stiffen and then begin to shake as you come, and you feel him stir and begin to grow hard in your mouth again. Even as you convulse with pleasure, his hand remains immovable, your mouth cradling him as he hardens against your tongue.
The call seems eternal, and you know you can’t escape from under the desk until it’s over and he’s off camera. His hardness continues to grow, and he finally releases your head so you can bob up and down on him again as he continues his meeting. You repeat the cycle: you suck and lick and tease him until he comes; he holds you in place as you swallow and he softens in your mouth; he makes you come with the vibrator; he gets hard in your mouth again.
Finally, you hear his coworkers signing off the call, and at last the telltale bloop of the call ending. He steps backward with no warning, and you lose your balance and fall forward to your hands and knees. He drops to his knees as well and grabs you by the waist, turning you around so you face away from him. He flips your skirt up at the back and pulls aside your underwear, stabbing into you with a need so great he’s practically whimpering with it. In only three hard thrusts he’s spent, and he grabs your hair and turns your head to the side so he can kiss you as he comes. The vibrations on your clit paired with his sudden, hard thrusts brings you to orgasm for the fifth time today, and you bite down on his lower lip with an intensity that makes him moan.
After a moment, he withdraws and lets your underwear slide back into place. He pulls your skirt back down and stands up, reaching back down to pull you to your feet. Feeling a bit wobbly, you look up into his face, and he looks down at you like you’re the most precious thing in the world. He cups your face in his hands and kisses the tip of your nose, his lips lingering as he closes his eyes. He sighs, presses his forehead to yours, and then kisses your lips lightly. “I could do this all day,” he says, “but my next meeting starts in two minutes.” You smile, touch his cheek, stand on your tiptoes to kiss his lips. “See you later,” you say.
***
Your plan to eat lunch on the deck now scuppered after spending an hour under his desk, you bring your sandwich and iced tea back to your office instead so you can get some more work done. You finish up around 4:30, and poke your head out the door. His office door is still closed and you can hear yet another meeting going on, so you go downstairs alone and start on dinner.
He makes his way down around 5:30 and trudges into the kitchen, depleted from a day of meetings. You embrace him and he hugs back briefly, resting his head on your shoulder for a moment. He straightens and goes to the table, where you’ve set out a small snack for him to eat while dinner finishes cooking. You eat dinner in a companionable silence, both decompressing from a long day. Afterwards, when the dishes are cleaned up, you both get on the couch to watch a few episodes of your favorite TV series before heading to bed. He snuggles down with you, his head on your shoulder. You hug him to you, and he squeezes back with a sigh of contentment.
You watch an episode, and just as you think he’s fallen asleep, you feel his hand creeping up your body to rest on your breast. Gently, he strokes it with his thumb until he can feel your hardened nipple straining through your blouse and bra. His head still on your shoulder, he shifts slightly to kiss your neck and clavicle. Every move he makes is slow and deliberate, drawing out each sensation for as long as possible. He moves to your collar and begins to unbutton your blouse. When he reaches your cleavage and exposes your bra, he shifts his weight on top of you and lowers his head to kiss the swells of your breasts. He kisses up your neck to your jawline and behind your ear, then back down to your clavicle and the tops of your breasts. He looks up at you and says, “I’ve been waiting all day for the chance to fuck you properly. Let’s go to bed.”
You both get up from the couch, and he takes your hand to lead you upstairs, lacing his fingers with yours. The anticipation quickens your pulse as you walk up the stairs hand in hand, and you can tell he’s feeling it too because he’s practically jogging as he reaches the bedroom, pulling you along with him.
As you cross the threshold, he gathers you into his arms and kisses you, nibbling your lip and searching your mouth with his tongue. His hands finish the work of unbuttoning your blouse, and he slides it from your shoulders and lets it drop to the floor. You unbutton his shirt, pausing to kiss his chest with each button you undo. When you finish unbuttoning it, you straighten to push it from his shoulders, standing on tiptoe to kiss under his jaw as you do so.
Meanwhile, his hands have found your bra clasp and unhooked it; he slides the straps from your shoulders and tosses it aside. He bends to kiss each nipple and nibbles them hungrily. You shudder with pleasure as he comes back up to kiss you, continuing to massage your breasts as his tongue seeks yours.
You work his belt, button, and fly as you did before, and push his pants to his ankles. Standing now only in his boxers, he steps out of his pants and reaches down to tug off his socks. You slide your hands into his waistband, feeling the firm roundness of his glutes and tracing the slight protrusion of his hip bones before pushing down his boxers. His hands are in your skirt, tugging at it along with your underwear, and letting both fall to your ankles. The vibrator, still attached to your underwear, hits the ground with a small thump.
Naked, he lifts you by the waist and deposits you on the edge of the bed, your feet dangling above the floor. He kneels in front of you and spreads your thighs apart. He pauses for a moment, just looking, and then takes a tentative finger and begins to stroke you open. He kisses the inside of your thigh as he does, and you lean back on your elbows as you sink into the sensation. He kisses and strokes, kisses and strokes, until finally his kisses and his strokes meet over your clit.
His warm tongue flits over and around your clit as he slides two fingers into you. Inside you, his fingers gently stroke your internal walls, and the heat builds and builds. He continues like this for a while, his tongue stimulating your clit while his fingers work inside you. Your breathing has become labored now, and your hands grasp and pull at the sheets. One hand finds its way into his hair, and you stroke it gently as he licks and sucks and strokes and kisses between your legs.
The pleasure continues to build until suddenly it explodes, and the hand in his hair clenches involuntarily as your thighs do the same. He welcomes the constriction and buries his face deeper as you come, wrapping one arm around each leg and tugging you even closer to him. He continues to lick and suck gently until your shudders die down.
Once your body has fully relaxed, he stands and climbs onto the bed. Hooking an elbow under your knees, he turns you ninety degrees so your whole body is on the bed now and your head is on your pillow. As he kneels between your legs, you can see he’s hard, a pearl of precum glistening at his tip.
He moves closer, shifting you slightly into position and spreading your thighs again. His soft gaze meets yours as he gently strokes you with his thumb. “How pretty and pink and perfect you are,” he says, continuing to stroke you. The bead of precum at his tip enlarges and begins to drip. “All day, I’ve been dreaming about the way you look at me when I fuck you.” Stroke, drip. Your body is shaking. He nestles his tip against your opening, his thumb still making lazy circles around your clit. “You look so lovely, all flushed and wanting. Do you want me?”
You nod, holding his gaze.
“Tell me.”
You gasp as he adds pressure with his thumb. “Yes, please, I want—oh—“
You’re cut off as he slides in, burying himself to the hilt. Still making light circles with his thumb, he reaches for your breast with his other hand and begins to play with the nipple, alternately stroking and lightly pinching. He doesn’t thrust; he simply fills you. Warmth spreads from between your legs and begins to wash over your whole body, and you throw your head back as your body clenches around him again, the pleasure overwhelming. He doesn’t change any of his movements, still lightly stroking your breast and your clit as your orgasm subsides and your gazes meet again.
Slowly, his eyes never leaving yours, he begins to stroke in and out of you. You gasp and grimace as he hits something deep inside of you, pain radiating from your core, and he adjusts his angle, watching you with concern. When he’s satisfied this new angle isn’t painful for you, he lowers himself to his elbows and buries his face in your neck, continuing his deep, slow thrusts.
You wrap your arms and legs around him, your fingers entwined in his hair, and kiss his neck and shoulders. Your hands run up and down his back, down to his firm round buttocks, and he groans as you pull him deeper into you. His thrusts speed up and you let one hand linger on his hip, the other cupping his face as he pulls his head back to look at you. He crushes his lips down on yours and slips his arms underneath you to embrace you more fully as he comes.
He stiffens in your arms and then relaxes, still inside you as he softens. He lays in your arms and you brush his sweaty hair back from his forehead as you both catch your breath. When he does, he braces himself back up on his elbows, presses his forehead to yours, and kisses your lips. Pushing back to his knees, he pulls out and contemplates you again, his eyes drawn to the place where his semen leaks out of you. As if in a dream, he draws his finger through the flow, sending another pleasurable shudder through you as he circles your clit with his come. He dips two fingers inside you and withdraws them, now glistening with semen.
As you watch, he brings his fingers toward you and without thinking, you open your mouth. On his fingers is the mingled taste of his come and your own secretions, and you close your eyes to savor the sweetness. You gently suck his fingers clean and he withdraws them before dipping them back inside you again, this time taking a taste of your mingled fluids himself. He, too, closes his eyes in pleasure as he licks his fingers clean, a sight that stirs the beginnings of arousal in you again, despite the lateness of the hour.
He seems to come back to himself as he takes his fingers back out of his mouth. He smiles and leans down to kiss you before hopping off the bed. He returns with a warm, damp cloth that he uses to clean you both off before you each head to the bathroom to get ready for sleep.
You brush your teeth and brush out your hair, and meet him back in the bedroom. He’s in bed already, his arms open wide, waiting for you. You snuggle into them, facing each other, and share a few sweet kisses as you each get comfortable. As you drift toward sleep, you feel him twitch and begin to harden again between you, and you know tomorrow will be another good day.
Author’s Note: This is a semi-related followup to my story Sunday, and will be part of a loose “One Week” series. Each day can stand easily on its own. You’re not required to read them in any particular order, but some later ones will be more closely related.
***
You wake to the sound of the shower in the en-suite bath. The sun is just coming up, and the room is lit with the first rays of morning sun. You sit up, stretch, and flop back on the pillow. You don’t have to get up for a few more minutes, so you close your eyes again.
Before you know it, you wake again just as he pushes past your lips, the clean taste of him filling your mouth. Glistening from his morning shower, he’s standing next to the bed, one hand in your hair, the other between your legs, the covers pushed back. He bends down for a moment, withdrawing momentarily, to whisper in your ear: “You looked so pretty sleeping there with your mouth open, just waiting for me. I couldn’t resist.”
He guides himself back to your mouth and thrusts gently and slowly, holding your head in place with the hand in your hair. The hand between your legs tenderly strokes you open, and he slips one finger inside you, then a second. As he does, you feel him twitch and grow harder in your mouth.
Your body is still waking up, and the sensations are muddled as you struggle to the surface from the depths of sleep. Now, he removes his fingers and uses them to further spread you apart, lightly brushing your clit, and you come fully awake and begin to moan around his girth. You feel your nipples harden and he takes his hand from your hair to roll one and then the other between his thumb and forefinger, making you gasp.
So far he’s kept a slow and steady tempo, but it begins to quicken as he senses your arousal. He twists his hand back into your hair, the other still lightly stroking your clit, and begins to thrust in earnest now, tugging your head forward to meet him with every thrust. Just as his gentle strokes on your clit tip you over the edge, he comes as well, and he holds your head steady as he pulses in your throat. He slips his fingers back inside you and you clench around them as you swallow.
Eventually, he withdraws, bending again to brush a quick kiss across your lips. He pads over to the bureau and begins to dress for work as you watch, still in bed; even now, after so many years, the lines of his body and his graceful, masculine movements thrill you. You feel another flutter between your legs and shake it off; it’s Monday, and you need to get up.
While you’re in the shower, he reenters the bathroom to brush his teeth and comb his hair. You chat idly about what each of your workdays hold—he has a full day of meetings, while you have a nice midday gap that will be perfect for a long lunch. You’re already imagining the delicious sandwich you’re going to make and the book you might take out onto the porch with a glass of iced tea. Maybe you’ll make him a sandwich and some iced tea as well, even if he can’t take a break with you.
He finishes getting ready, and gives you a quick peck as you step out of the shower. He retreats down the hall and closes the door to his office; nevertheless, you can still hear the artificially sunny voice of his boss greeting the team on their morning call. His day has begun, and you may not see him at all until dinner time unless one of his meetings gets canceled or rescheduled.
You finish combing out your wet hair and twist it tightly, securing it to the back of your head with a claw clip. You walk back into the bedroom, and notice a pair of underwear on the bed that you didn’t leave there. There’s a note on them, along with something else. The note reads:
“Please wear these today. I’m sorry my day is so busy; I’ll try to make it up to you.
XO”
Sitting on top of your underwear and the note is an app-controlled panty vibrator, the kind that’s held to your underwear with a magnet. The vibrator itself, ridged slightly, is meant to rest on the inside of your vulva, lightly touching your clit. You attach it to the underwear—a simple white cotton pair—and pull them on, adjusting slightly to make sure the vibrator is seated correctly.
You continue dressing, buttoning up your blouse and selecting a comfortable midi skirt from your closet. You head downstairs to grab a slice of toast before sitting down at your desk and opening your email. Your office is next to his, and you can hear him on his next video call.
An hour or so later, you’re deep into a project for your biggest client when the vibrator rumbles to life, startling a gasp out of you. You hear the clacking of his keyboard pause briefly and know he heard you through the thin walls. The clacking resumes as the intensity of the vibrations begin to increase and decrease in a wave, a pattern he’s created in the app. An in-app message pops up on your phone:
“I hope you’re enjoying your morning, my love. Don’t forget to ask permission before you come.”
As you read the message, the wave of vibrations crests and diminishes again, and your legs begin to shake. You groan aloud, and a few seconds later another message pops up:
“You sound so lovely when you’re turned on. I wish I could get out of this meeting and see your beautiful face all flushed for me.”
The frequency of the waves increases, the peaks and valleys coming closer together now, matching your ramped up arousal. Your breathing grows ragged and you scramble for your phone, almost knocking it off your desk. You text him:
“May I please come?”
A bubble with three dots pops up. You stare at it, willing him to respond.
“No.”
You let out a cry through clenched teeth, trembling with the effort of holding back your orgasm. You breathe through it, trying to think of literally anything else, and your traitor brain reminds you of this morning’s scene. Your body jolts and you groan again. You grasp for your phone and text:
“Please may I come??”
The dots reappear, then disappear, then reappear again. You can feel sweat forming under your arms and slick wetness gathering between your legs, your pulse pounding in your throat. The waves of vibrations increase in frequency again, coming even faster than before. Finally, another message comes in:
“Yes, sweetness, come for me.”
Before you can even read the full message, your orgasm washes over you and you cry out, your head down on your desk. Your phone buzzes again, but the vibrator hasn’t stopped and you ride the cresting waves one after the other, your whole body shaking as the pleasure courses through you.
The vibrator slows, then stops, and you spend a moment catching your breath. Then, you remember you had heard your phone buzz while you were in the throes of your orgasm, and peek at your newest message notification:
“Come see me next door when you can walk again.” A devil-horns emoji accompanies this last.
A few moments later, your breath and your legs steady but your face still flushed, you step out of your office and knock on his door. He’s clearly been waiting for you, as he opens the door immediately and drops to his knees in front of you. He pushes up your skirt and inspects your white panties, now nearly see-through with wetness. He tugs them down gently and presses his face to your slit, greedily licking up the juices there. This unexpected gesture makes your knees buckle, and he steadies you with an arm around your hips. You thread your fingers through his hair as he drinks his fill, then pulls your damp underwear back up, re-seating the vibrator. Still on his knees, he lets your skirt fall back down before hugging you tightly around the waist, your hand still in his hair.
He pops up to his feet, checks his watch, and gives you a quick kiss on the lips. “Thank you, love,” he says. “Back to work.” You step back out of the room, and he closes the door behind you. As you sit back down at your desk, dazed, you hear his next meeting begin on the other side of the wall.
***
A few hours later, you notice your stomach rumbling, and head downstairs to make the sandwich you daydreamed about earlier. You make two, along with two glasses of iced tea, and text him asking if he’d like his lunch now or if he’d plan to come down to the kitchen on his own when he has time. He responds asking you to bring it now, so you head upstairs with one sandwich and tea. You’ll come back down for your own and sit outside in the sun with a book for lunch.
You tap lightly on his office door, and he opens it and takes the plate and glass from you, placing them on his desk, which you see he’s lifted into a standing position. You’re about to turn away when he catches your hand and pulls you back into a sensual kiss, walking you back toward his desk. When you’re in front of it, your back to his computer, he pushes you down by your shoulders into a kneeling position and shimmies you backwards so your head is under the desktop. He’s prepared for this, you see: he’s left a throw pillow down here for you to kneel on, and you tuck it under your knees. Eye level with his belt buckle, you can see the bulge already straining at his pants, and you undo his belt, button, and fly as the video call chime sounds, indicating the beginning of another meeting.
You take him into your mouth as his coworkers join the call, trying to stay as silent as possible as you suck and lick, a task made more difficult when he activates the vibrator again. He isn’t able to thrust as powerfully as he normally would, lest his illicit lunchtime activity become obvious on video, but he does reach under the desk from time to time to hold your head in place as you deepthroat him. He releases you each time before you can gag, but you still have to stifle your gasps.
You can’t see his face, but you feel him getting harder as he reaches his peak. You begin to tease, only sucking the tip and licking him from side to side without putting him in your mouth, and his thighs begin to tremble. You take him in your mouth fully again, but slowly, savoring every inch as his anticipatory shakes become more pronounced. At the moment you take him fully, he seizes your hair and thrusts once, hard, and comes, holding your head in place.
You swallow and swallow, wondering when he’ll pull his hand away, trembling under the inevitability of your own orgasm as the vibrator continues to rumble against your clit. He softens in your mouth, and still he holds you there, your nose to his abdomen. You shift around on your knees, trying to draw back or find a more comfortable position, but his hand is iron and holds you in place. You hear him begin to talk, offering his updates for the meeting, but the words are unintelligible as you struggle—against his hand, against the vibrator, against his now-soft length in your mouth.
Suddenly, you shift just enough that the vibrator hits a new spot and sends you over the edge, taking you completely by surprise. You stiffen and then begin to shake as you come, and you feel him stir and begin to grow hard in your mouth again. Even as you convulse with pleasure, his hand remains immovable, your mouth cradling him as he hardens against your tongue.
The call seems eternal, and you know you can’t escape from under the desk until it’s over and he’s off camera. His hardness continues to grow, and he finally releases your head so you can bob up and down on him again as he continues his meeting. You repeat the cycle: you suck and lick and tease him until he comes; he holds you in place as you swallow and he softens in your mouth; he makes you come with the vibrator; he gets hard in your mouth again.
Finally, you hear his coworkers signing off the call, and at last the telltale bloop of the call ending. He steps backward with no warning, and you lose your balance and fall forward to your hands and knees. He drops to his knees as well and grabs you by the waist, turning you around so you face away from him. He flips your skirt up at the back and pulls aside your underwear, stabbing into you with a need so great he’s practically whimpering with it. In only three hard thrusts he’s spent, and he grabs your hair and turns your head to the side so he can kiss you as he comes. The vibrations on your clit paired with his sudden, hard thrusts brings you to orgasm for the fifth time today, and you bite down on his lower lip with an intensity that makes him moan.
After a moment, he withdraws and lets your underwear slide back into place. He pulls your skirt back down and stands up, reaching back down to pull you to your feet. Feeling a bit wobbly, you look up into his face, and he looks down at you like you’re the most precious thing in the world. He cups your face in his hands and kisses the tip of your nose, his lips lingering as he closes his eyes. He sighs, presses his forehead to yours, and then kisses your lips lightly. “I could do this all day,” he says, “but my next meeting starts in two minutes.” You smile, touch his cheek, stand on your tiptoes to kiss his lips. “See you later,” you say.
***
Your plan to eat lunch on the deck now scuppered after spending an hour under his desk, you bring your sandwich and iced tea back to your office instead so you can get some more work done. You finish up around 4:30, and poke your head out the door. His office door is still closed and you can hear yet another meeting going on, so you go downstairs alone and start on dinner.
He makes his way down around 5:30 and trudges into the kitchen, depleted from a day of meetings. You embrace him and he hugs back briefly, resting his head on your shoulder for a moment. He straightens and goes to the table, where you’ve set out a small snack for him to eat while dinner finishes cooking. You eat dinner in a companionable silence, both decompressing from a long day. Afterwards, when the dishes are cleaned up, you both get on the couch to watch a few episodes of your favorite TV series before heading to bed. He snuggles down with you, his head on your shoulder. You hug him to you, and he squeezes back with a sigh of contentment.
You watch an episode, and just as you think he’s fallen asleep, you feel his hand creeping up your body to rest on your breast. Gently, he strokes it with his thumb until he can feel your hardened nipple straining through your blouse and bra. His head still on your shoulder, he shifts slightly to kiss your neck and clavicle. Every move he makes is slow and deliberate, drawing out each sensation for as long as possible. He moves to your collar and begins to unbutton your blouse. When he reaches your cleavage and exposes your bra, he shifts his weight on top of you and lowers his head to kiss the swells of your breasts. He kisses up your neck to your jawline and behind your ear, then back down to your clavicle and the tops of your breasts. He looks up at you and says, “I’ve been waiting all day for the chance to fuck you properly. Let’s go to bed.”
You both get up from the couch, and he takes your hand to lead you upstairs, lacing his fingers with yours. The anticipation quickens your pulse as you walk up the stairs hand in hand, and you can tell he’s feeling it too because he’s practically jogging as he reaches the bedroom, pulling you along with him.
As you cross the threshold, he gathers you into his arms and kisses you, nibbling your lip and searching your mouth with his tongue. His hands finish the work of unbuttoning your blouse, and he slides it from your shoulders and lets it drop to the floor. You unbutton his shirt, pausing to kiss his chest with each button you undo. When you finish unbuttoning it, you straighten to push it from his shoulders, standing on tiptoe to kiss under his jaw as you do so.
Meanwhile, his hands have found your bra clasp and unhooked it; he slides the straps from your shoulders and tosses it aside. He bends to kiss each nipple and nibbles them hungrily. You shudder with pleasure as he comes back up to kiss you, continuing to massage your breasts as his tongue seeks yours.
You work his belt, button, and fly as you did before, and push his pants to his ankles. Standing now only in his boxers, he steps out of his pants and reaches down to tug off his socks. You slide your hands into his waistband, feeling the firm roundness of his glutes and tracing the slight protrusion of his hip bones before pushing down his boxers. His hands are in your skirt, tugging at it along with your underwear, and letting both fall to your ankles. The vibrator, still attached to your underwear, hits the ground with a small thump.
Naked, he lifts you by the waist and deposits you on the edge of the bed, your feet dangling above the floor. He kneels in front of you and spreads your thighs apart. He pauses for a moment, just looking, and then takes a tentative finger and begins to stroke you open. He kisses the inside of your thigh as he does, and you lean back on your elbows as you sink into the sensation. He kisses and strokes, kisses and strokes, until finally his kisses and his strokes meet over your clit.
His warm tongue flits over and around your clit as he slides two fingers into you. Inside you, his fingers gently stroke your internal walls, and the heat builds and builds. He continues like this for a while, his tongue stimulating your clit while his fingers work inside you. Your breathing has become labored now, and your hands grasp and pull at the sheets. One hand finds its way into his hair, and you stroke it gently as he licks and sucks and strokes and kisses between your legs.
The pleasure continues to build until suddenly it explodes, and the hand in his hair clenches involuntarily as your thighs do the same. He welcomes the constriction and buries his face deeper as you come, wrapping one arm around each leg and tugging you even closer to him. He continues to lick and suck gently until your shudders die down.
Once your body has fully relaxed, he stands and climbs onto the bed. Hooking an elbow under your knees, he turns you ninety degrees so your whole body is on the bed now and your head is on your pillow. As he kneels between your legs, you can see he’s hard, a pearl of precum glistening at his tip.
He moves closer, shifting you slightly into position and spreading your thighs again. His soft gaze meets yours as he gently strokes you with his thumb. “How pretty and pink and perfect you are,” he says, continuing to stroke you. The bead of precum at his tip enlarges and begins to drip. “All day, I’ve been dreaming about the way you look at me when I fuck you.” Stroke, drip. Your body is shaking. He nestles his tip against your opening, his thumb still making lazy circles around your clit. “You look so lovely, all flushed and wanting. Do you want me?”
You nod, holding his gaze.
“Tell me.”
You gasp as he adds pressure with his thumb. “Yes, please, I want—oh—“
You’re cut off as he slides in, burying himself to the hilt. Still making light circles with his thumb, he reaches for your breast with his other hand and begins to play with the nipple, alternately stroking and lightly pinching. He doesn’t thrust; he simply fills you. Warmth spreads from between your legs and begins to wash over your whole body, and you throw your head back as your body clenches around him again, the pleasure overwhelming. He doesn’t change any of his movements, still lightly stroking your breast and your clit as your orgasm subsides and your gazes meet again.
Slowly, his eyes never leaving yours, he begins to stroke in and out of you. You gasp and grimace as he hits something deep inside of you, pain radiating from your core, and he adjusts his angle, watching you with concern. When he’s satisfied this new angle isn’t painful for you, he lowers himself to his elbows and buries his face in your neck, continuing his deep, slow thrusts.
You wrap your arms and legs around him, your fingers entwined in his hair, and kiss his neck and shoulders. Your hands run up and down his back, down to his firm round buttocks, and he groans as you pull him deeper into you. His thrusts speed up and you let one hand linger on his hip, the other cupping his face as he pulls his head back to look at you. He crushes his lips down on yours and slips his arms underneath you to embrace you more fully as he comes.
He stiffens in your arms and then relaxes, still inside you as he softens. He lays in your arms and you brush his sweaty hair back from his forehead as you both catch your breath. When he does, he braces himself back up on his elbows, presses his forehead to yours, and kisses your lips. Pushing back to his knees, he pulls out and contemplates you again, his eyes drawn to the place where his semen leaks out of you. As if in a dream, he draws his finger through the flow, sending another pleasurable shudder through you as he circles your clit with his come. He dips two fingers inside you and withdraws them, now glistening with semen.
As you watch, he brings his fingers toward you and without thinking, you open your mouth. On his fingers is the mingled taste of his come and your own secretions, and you close your eyes to savor the sweetness. You gently suck his fingers clean and he withdraws them before dipping them back inside you again, this time taking a taste of your mingled fluids himself. He, too, closes his eyes in pleasure as he licks his fingers clean, a sight that stirs the beginnings of arousal in you again, despite the lateness of the hour.
He seems to come back to himself as he takes his fingers back out of his mouth. He smiles and leans down to kiss you before hopping off the bed. He returns with a warm, damp cloth that he uses to clean you both off before you each head to the bathroom to get ready for sleep.
You brush your teeth and brush out your hair, and meet him back in the bedroom. He’s in bed already, his arms open wide, waiting for you. You snuggle into them, facing each other, and share a few sweet kisses as you each get comfortable. As you drift toward sleep, you feel him twitch and begin to harden again between you, and you know tomorrow will be another good day.
You wake as he slides into you.
For a moment, his gentle, rhythmic strokes—in, out, in, out—almost lull you back to sleep, and you let out a small sigh as you sink into him, your back against his chest. He maintains his slow, steady thrusts as he slides his hand from your hip to cup your breast, his thumb lightly brushing over the nipple and sending a warm tingle throughout your body. He brushes light kisses down your neck and behind your ear, and a pleasurable shiver rushes down your spine. You crane your head back toward him just enough so your lips can meet, and he kisses you deeply as his arms wrap around you tighter. “Good, you’re awake,” he says.
He stays inside you as he rolls on top of you, turning you onto your stomach. You rest your head on your arms and he lifts your hips until your knees are bent underneath you. Slowly, he resumes thrusting, deeper now, tugging your hips back toward him with each stroke. He keeps one hand on your hip as he leans forward to snake the other into your hair, gripping it firmly at the roots. You groan as your head tilts back, following his gentle tug. He lets go of your hair and gently takes your wrist, tucking your arm behind your back. He repeats the process with your other arm and pins both wrists behind your back with one hand, his thrusts growing harder and harder.
His strokes reach a furious peak until he comes, stiffening and letting out a groan; he yanks your hips back into him twice more, frantically, before collapsing on top of you. He leans around to kiss you deeply again, brushing hair away from your face and pressing his forehead to yours. After a moment, he sits back on his heels and withdraws from you. You roll over and get a full look at his face for the first time this morning. He smiles, and you smile back.
He takes your hand and pulls you up off the bed, heading for the shower. He gently ushers you in and follows you across the threshold, sliding the glass door closed behind you. For a few minutes, you take turns washing and rinsing, talking sleepily about nothing. As you rinse the conditioner from your hair, your arms raised, he takes the opportunity to cup your breasts, suckling one nipple while rolling the other between his thumb and forefinger. More shivers run through your body as you pause, your arms still up, the conditioner forgotten. You catch his lips with yours as he rises to his full height again and he pulls you close as you kiss. He gently turns you ninety degrees, his hands sliding down from your waist to your hips to the swell of your buttocks and back up to your breasts, until your back is resting against the cold shower wall and his hands rest lightly on your shoulders.
Slight pressure is all you need to understand what he wants, and you slowly sink to your knees, kissing your way down his chest as you go. He’s at half mast already, and you take him into your mouth with a sigh. Your hands find his hips as his find your hair, and you pull him deeper into your throat. You can feel him getting harder with each stroke, and he eventually takes control, pinning you against the shower wall. The harder and longer he grows, the more pleasure he derives from thrusting into your throat, holding you there until your nose touches his stomach and your eyes water as you look up at him. You make eye contact as he pauses again, impaling you against the wall; he pulls back just as your eyes begin to blur, and you gasp in air as he thrusts forward again. His hands, still in your wet hair, hold you in place as he inches further down your throat, and he lets out a quiet moan. A tear squeezes from each of your eyes as he releases you, and you gasp again.
This time he lets you catch your breath, but barely—in no time, he’s tugged you back to standing and turned you around so you’re facing the shower wall. He pulls your hips back so you’re bent over at the waist, and he slides one finger and then another into you, finding easy passage in the slick wetness. Withdrawing his fingers, he rubs his tip along your opening, teasing, sliding through your folds but not entering you, wetting himself thoroughly with the fluid that seeps from your slit. Your breath shortens and your legs begin to tremble with anticipation, and he teases you further by reaching a hand around to absentmindedly circle your clit.
Finally—finally—he thrusts into you, filling you up and eliciting a groan. He moves forward, pushing you against the wall into a more upright position, one hand still on your clit as the other cups your breast, rhythmically pinching and releasing the nipple and making you moan. There’s nothing in the world but this man, his body, and the cold shower wall; everything else has fallen away in the waves of pleasure overtaking your body.
You can feel your orgasm building, but before it can reach its peak, he pulls out, turns you to face him, and forces you to your knees again. You open your mouth and hardly have the chance to take him in before he explodes down your throat, his whole body shuddering as he sighs. You continue to suck and lick until he softens, and he pulls you back to your feet and kisses you. He gently maneuvers you back under the water, and this time helps you rinse the rest of the conditioner out of your hair. That done, his hands can’t seem to help themselves as they roam all over your body, occasionally brushing by your clit but never making contact long. Each time his hand passes, a jolt runs through your body, and you can tell he’s enjoying your reactions by the way he laughs softly against your neck. “It’ll be your turn soon,” he says. “Just not yet.”
After a final rinse for both of you, he turns the shower off and wraps you in a fluffy towel. Flushed and a bit dazed, you stumble as you step out of the shower and he steadies you as you walk to the sink. You each brush your teeth and he leaves the bathroom as you comb and braid your hair.
The sun is streaming through the blinds now as you reenter your bedroom from the bathroom. He’s pulled on a t-shirt and jeans, and studies you as you wait, still undressed. When he’s in this mood, he likes to dress you.
He circles you slowly, drawing his hand along your waist, pretending to think—but you’re pretty sure he’s known all along what he wants you to wear today. He opens the nightstand drawer and from within pulls an egg-shaped vibrator, bright pink. There’s a glint in his eye as he walks toward you and then embraces you from behind. He gently strokes your nipple and nibbles your neck again as he uses his other hand to reach around to your front and insert the vibrator; it slides into you smoothly enough after the morning’s activities.
He walks around to face you and steps back, as if admiring his handiwork, his eyes lingering on the vibrator’s thin pink antenna peeking out between your legs. From your lingerie drawer he pulls a pair of lacy underwear and hands them to you as he heads for the closet. You put them on as he returns with your favorite sundress, the green one with yellow daisies. He pulls it gently over your head and lets it fall to your knees. No bra today, it would seem.
He looks you over and smiles sunnily, then draws you into his arms again and kisses your forehead. “Ready for breakfast?”
***
Together, you cook eggs, toast, and bacon—your appetites are both huge this morning. You sit at the table to eat, each absorbed in your own morning scroll, his foot lightly stroking yours under the table. Occasionally you each glance up to grin at the other, both still thinking about this morning. You get up to clear the plates and feel the vibrator shift slightly inside you as you walk.
The day is sunny and warm, and you walk around the house opening the windows. The breeze that comes through is lovely, lifting your skirt ever so slightly and raising goosebumps on your arms. The tickle of your hair across your back as the wind plays with it sends a little chill down your spine, and you feel your nipples harden, pushing against the thin fabric of your sundress. Out of the corner of your eye, you notice him noticing, but pretend not to as you wipe down the counter and bustle around the kitchen. You’re bending over the sink to wash the frying pan when suddenly he’s pressed up behind you, already hard, yanking up your skirt and pawing down your underwear. In one smooth motion, he pulls out the vibrator and enters you.
You have no time to react as he thrusts quick and hard. There’s no gentle start like this morning; right now he’s after one thing and one thing only, one hand groping your breasts and the other wrapped tightly around your braid. He fucks you hard and fast, and he comes hard and fast. Immediately after his last thrust, he pulls out and slips the vibrator back in, drops your skirt, kisses your neck, and walks away, leaving you to straighten your dress and pull your underwear up shaking legs. The vibrator prevents most of his semen from escaping, but a small rivulet runs down your thigh, and you wipe it away. As your breathing returns to normal, you finish washing up the frying pan.
***
Later, you head together to the grocery store. You push the cart and manage the list while he picks items from the shelves. The vibrator has remained stationary all day with the exception of the episode at the sink, and you’ve almost forgotten it’s there. You’re in the frozen foods aisle deciding on a pint of ice cream when it jolts to life and almost causes your knees to buckle, but the sensation is gone as quickly as it came. You look around wildly and see him two freezers down, contemplating which frozen waffles to buy. He looks up and catches your eye, looks you up and down, and winks.
You’re on your guard now, but he still catches you by surprise two more times: once in the spice aisle as you search on your tiptoes for paprika and again in the shampoo aisle as you’re crouched down, comparing the prices of two bottles. That last time, you almost come right there in the grocery store, but he stops it in time. You don’t say anything, but his eyes glow with mirth and, underneath that, wild arousal.
You make it through the checkout line, but barely; even though he doesn’t turn on the vibrator, you can feel your thighs becoming tacky with wetness, and you find yourself rushing through the transaction so you can get out of there. As you walk out together, his hand rests at the small of your back and he kisses your sweaty temple, innocent and sweet, a secret smile playing around his mouth. Your hands shake as you return the cart.
As he drives home, you close your eyes in the passenger seat. You remember the scenes in the grocery store, and you feel yourself begin to throb around the vibrator, still stationary inside you. As if reading your mind, he puts his hand on your knee and slides it up your leg, pushing up your skirt as he goes. He stops mid-thigh, and traces light circles with his fingertips. He catches your eye and winks again before putting his hand back on the wheel.
At home, you unload the groceries from the car, each taking as many bags as you can carry so you can do it in a single trip. He reaches the door before you and enters, dropping his bags so he can turn back and hold the door for you. You’re holding three bags on each arm, and turn sideways coming through the door. As you cross the threshold, he pushes you against the wall and activates the vibrator.
Immediately you make as if to drop the grocery bags, but—“Ah, ah, ahh,” he says, indicating that you are to continue holding the bags while he toys with you. Your back to the wall, you strain to hold the bags up—easily twenty pounds on each arm and getting heavier by the minute—as the heat builds between your legs and he pulls the bodice of your sundress down so he can grope your bare breasts.
The vibrator is controlled by an app, so his hands are free to roam your body and they do so, both under and over your dress. One hand squeezes and strokes your breast as he sucks on the other, flicking at your nipple with his tongue. His other hand slides up your back underneath your dress and pulls you toward him. The bags get heavier, your arms held out to the side to support them, and your upper body begins to tremble.
Under most normal circumstances you would have come by now, but the complication of holding the grocery bags is proving to be just distracting enough to delay the inevitable. You feel the sweat break out on your forehead as he finally looks up and asks if you’re going to come. “Yes,” you gasp, and at that moment he shuts the vibrator off. You let out a scream of frustration as he gently takes the bags from you, brushes your hair from your face, and kisses the tip of your nose. You slide down the wall until your head is on your knees, catching your breath. You can hear him whistling as he puts away the groceries.
***
Dinner is spaghetti and meatballs, and you cook together again. You’re on alert anytime you bend over the counter or sink, but he remains chaste, only kissing your cheek or giving your behind a light pat as he passes by. The vibrator, too, remains silent and still. After dinner, you head to the bedroom to read while he finishes the dishes and waters the plants.
You’re just getting to a good part in your book when the vibrator whirs to life again inside you, low and rumbly. It’s mildly distracting, but not enough to fully pull your attention away from the book, so you keep reading. The intensity builds, slowly but surely, and just as you can no longer concentrate, he enters the room.
The mad glint is back in his eye again and you know it’s time for whatever finale he’s cooked up. You look up at him, silently pleading, and he motions for you to lie flat on your back. You do, and he turns the vibrator back down to a manageable speed. Now he’s pulling something else from the nightstand drawer: an eye mask. He slips it over your eyes, plunging you into darkness. Now you can only hear him as he moves around the room. First, you identify the sounds of him undressing and depositing his clothes in the hamper; then, you feel him as he moves your wrists and your ankles into position for four-point restraints. Before securing your ankles, he gently, almost reverently, removes your underwear, leaving the vibrator in place. Once you’re fully restrained, you feel the bed sink on one side as he climbs up.
He doesn’t touch you immediately, but you can feel the weight of his gaze as he considers you. You’re still in your green sundress; you can feel that it’s been hiked up to your hips. As this crosses your mind, he hikes it up further, to your waist, and then pauses again. The vibrator continues to rumble inside you, and you breathe through it.
His weight shifts as he reaches for something, and you feel him drop it on the bed. Then his hands, gentle, loving, are touching your face, your hair, your neck, the swells of your breasts, and he’s whispering that you were a good girl today, such a good girl, and because you were such a good girl, he’s going to spend the rest of the evening making you come.
His hands move inside your dress, once again tugging down the bodice to free your breasts. You arch your back as he kisses one nipple and then the other. He steadily increases the intensity of the vibrator while he sucks one nipple, gently bites the other, then kisses you deeply, his tongue probing, while both hands play with your breasts. He senses your breathing coming quicker, and he lightens the touch on both of your nipples until he’s barely touching them at all and you’re straining upward for contact. As you feel yourself rushing for the edge, he pinches both at once, and the orgasm rips through you. You let out a cry, but it’s stifled as he crushes his mouth down on yours, his hands still groping your breasts. You struggle against the restraints, your body trying to contract with nowhere to go, and he gently pushes you back down. As your breathing returns to normal, he kisses you again and, mercifully, removes the vibrator.
Tightly restrained and blindfolded, you can do nothing but catch your breath as he continues to move around the bed. You feel his weight shifting, and notice he seems to have settled between your legs. You’re proven right when you feel his warm breath on your thighs.
He kisses up one thigh and down the other, strategically ignoring the place where you’re most sensitive, letting just his breath touch you there. With his fingertips, he lightly strokes your hips, thighs, stomach, and mound until a never-ending cascade of shivers is running up and down your spine, and you hear yourself helplessly begging him through your gasps.
Finally he obliges, and draws one finger slowly through the wetness that’s gathered between your legs. You let out an involuntary groan and he responds by slipping that finger inside you, then another. He probes the wetness there and withdraws his fingers, and you can feel his weight shift again as he brings his face down to your folds. The first touch of his tongue is like magic, and sparks dance in front of your eyes. You lose track of time as he uses his expert fingers and tongue to bring you to a second roaring orgasm, leaving you both panting.
After he catches his breath, he kisses his way up your body and snuggles against you, holding you as best as he can while you’re still restrained. He kisses you gently and strokes your face, but leaves the blindfold in place. Resting his head on your shoulder, he absentmindedly draws his fingertips up and down your body underneath your dress, lingering on a hipbone, circling your navel, brushing over a nipple. The constant stimulation has kept your body humming, and every touch feels magnified after a day of edging, even though you’ve come twice now. He remains like this for a while, clearly enjoying your soft sighs and hitching breaths as he lingers over a particularly sensitive spot.
You feel his weight shift again, and he unclips one wrist. He puts that arm up above your head and gently turns your face toward him. Something warm and hard brushes your lips; you open your mouth and he thrusts in, filling your throat. As he thrusts, one hand rests on your breasts, tweaking one nipple, then the other. His other hand moves slowly down your body, leaving it briefly to pick up something off the bed. You realize what it is as he presses it against your clit: a wand vibrator. He turns it on and your back arches like you’ve been electrified; he slides further into your throat and stays there, your frantic cries muffled around his wide girth. He holds the vibrator steady and thrusts in and out of your mouth as saliva flows down your cheek onto your pillow. You can feel another orgasm coming, and he can sense it too; he thrusts harder and deeper as you thrash, and as you come for the third time, he impales your throat again until spots dance in front of your eyes. He releases you just before blackness closes in, but doesn’t remove the vibrator, and begins thrusting again. Your whole body, completely overstimulated, is screaming and you try to squirm away to get some relief, but your restraints give you little slack and the wand remains firmly pressed against you. The pleasure builds again, eventually overtaking the pain, and you have time to wonder if this one will kill you before you find yourself falling over the edge again. This time, he comes as well, and you take swallow after swallow as you buck on the vibrator. It seems to go on forever.
He retreats from you and you drift away. You can hear him walking around the room and feel him re-secure the wrist he had unclipped, but your mind has ceased to wonder what he’s up to. You’re just floating, waiting for whatever comes next, unconcerned and almost dozing.
He wakes you with a touch at your hand, still restrained at the edge of the bed. He kisses your palm before filling your hand with a familiar velvety hardness, and you form your hand into a loose fist around him. Restrained as you are, you can’t stroke him as you normally would, but he takes control and thrusts gently through your fist, growing harder again with each stroke. He withdraws and you feel him climb to the bed and settle again between your spread thighs. He fingers you again, briefly, spreading the slickness that is still leaking out of you. He nestles his tip against your opening, and leans over you, bracing himself on either side of the bed.
He rains soft kisses over your face—your forehead, your nose, your cheeks, your mouth—as he slowly pushes into you just an inch, then withdraws. Your breath hitches as he slides in and out, back and forth, never moving more than an inch or two at a time, not filling you but not fully withdrawing. He kisses down your jawline to your neck, and you feel him smile against your skin. You’re both trembling with anticipation when he pushes himself back up on his hands and gently removes your eye mask.
You lock eyes as he finally slides fully into you, taking your breath away. He settles his body on top of yours, only his hips moving, and reaches out to unclip both wrists from your restraints. As he does so, he laces both sets of fingers through yours, and draws both of your hands above your head, where he holds them as he kisses you. He squeezes tightly, then releases your hands and wraps his arms around you. You do the same, and you hold each other tightly as you thrust together, your ankles still restrained but your hips lifting in time with his strokes, your bellies clapping together in an ever-increasing rhythm. His mouth finds yours again and you sink into a deep kiss, tongues probing. His strokes slow, and you can tell by how engorged he feels that the moment is seconds away.
He sits back up on his knees between your legs, and gathers the hem of your dress. His tip rests against your clit as he pulls it over your body and up over your head; then, he reaches over for the wand vibrator he had discarded earlier. He locks eyes with you again and slides back into you, pressing the wand to your clit with one hand while the other strokes your nipple. As the sensations compound, your whole body starts to hum and your eyes unfocus and begin to close.
“No,” he says. “Look at me.”
You force your eyes back into focus and meet his as he thrusts harder, a tidal wave threatening to drown you. The wave finally crests, and you lose yourself in the pleasure as you come again simultaneously, looking into each other’s eyes. He holds the vibrator to your clit even as he withdraws, his semen dripping from you to puddle on the sheet, and though it seems impossible, you come again—or is this the same one?—thrashing helplessly, seeing nothing but his eyes gently holding your gaze. Finally, spent, your body goes limp, and he turns off the vibrator.
Utterly senseless, you close your eyes as he leaves the bed. Some time later—five seconds or five minutes, you can’t be sure—you feel a warm, damp cloth on your face as he blots away the sweat that is beginning to dry on your brow. He slowly and carefully wipes down every inch of your body, lingering lovingly over each breast, unable to stop himself from placing a tender kiss on each nipple. As he cleans, he talks to you softly, telling you how beautiful you looked coming for him, how sweet your taste is, how much he loves you and loves making you feel good.
He moves down to your hips and thighs and carefully cleans up the mess he’s made between your legs. He works his way down to each ankle and unclips them from their restraints. With all of your limbs free, he gathers you into his arms and carries you to the bathroom, where he supports you gently as you brush your teeth. He unties your braid and runs his fingers through your wavy hair. When you finish, he picks you up again and carries you to the bed, tucks you in, and leaves one last kiss on your forehead as he brushes a strand of hair from your face. Already more than half asleep, you close your eyes, warm and content.
He turns out the light and climbs into bed behind you. His hand cups your breast as his arms encircle you, and the last thing you feel as your mind flees toward sleep is him sliding gently into you, ending the day as it began.
You wake as he slides into you.
For a moment, his gentle, rhythmic strokes—in, out, in, out—almost lull you back to sleep, and you let out a small sigh as you sink into him, your back against his chest. He maintains his slow, steady thrusts as he slides his hand from your hip to cup your breast, his thumb lightly brushing over the nipple and sending a warm tingle throughout your body. He brushes light kisses down your neck and behind your ear, and a pleasurable shiver rushes down your spine. You crane your head back toward him just enough so your lips can meet, and he kisses you deeply as his arms wrap around you tighter. “Good, you’re awake,” he says.
He stays inside you as he rolls on top of you, turning you onto your stomach. You rest your head on your arms and he lifts your hips until your knees are bent underneath you. Slowly, he resumes thrusting, deeper now, tugging your hips back toward him with each stroke. He keeps one hand on your hip as he leans forward to snake the other into your hair, gripping it firmly at the roots. You groan as your head tilts back, following his gentle tug. He lets go of your hair and gently takes your wrist, tucking your arm behind your back. He repeats the process with your other arm and pins both wrists behind your back with one hand, his thrusts growing harder and harder.
His strokes reach a furious peak until he comes, stiffening and letting out a groan; he yanks your hips back into him twice more, frantically, before collapsing on top of you. He leans around to kiss you deeply again, brushing hair away from your face and pressing his forehead to yours. After a moment, he sits back on his heels and withdraws from you. You roll over and get a full look at his face for the first time this morning. He smiles, and you smile back.
He takes your hand and pulls you up off the bed, heading for the shower. He gently ushers you in and follows you across the threshold, sliding the glass door closed behind you. For a few minutes, you take turns washing and rinsing, talking sleepily about nothing. As you rinse the conditioner from your hair, your arms raised, he takes the opportunity to cup your breasts, suckling one nipple while rolling the other between his thumb and forefinger. More shivers run through your body as you pause, your arms still up, the conditioner forgotten. You catch his lips with yours as he rises to his full height again and he pulls you close as you kiss. He gently turns you ninety degrees, his hands sliding down from your waist to your hips to the swell of your buttocks and back up to your breasts, until your back is resting against the cold shower wall and his hands rest lightly on your shoulders.
Slight pressure is all you need to understand what he wants, and you slowly sink to your knees, kissing your way down his chest as you go. He’s at half mast already, and you take him into your mouth with a sigh. Your hands find his hips as his find your hair, and you pull him deeper into your throat. You can feel him getting harder with each stroke, and he eventually takes control, pinning you against the shower wall. The harder and longer he grows, the more pleasure he derives from thrusting into your throat, holding you there until your nose touches his stomach and your eyes water as you look up at him. You make eye contact as he pauses again, impaling you against the wall; he pulls back just as your eyes begin to blur, and you gasp in air as he thrusts forward again. His hands, still in your wet hair, hold you in place as he inches further down your throat, and he lets out a quiet moan. A tear squeezes from each of your eyes as he releases you, and you gasp again.
This time he lets you catch your breath, but barely—in no time, he’s tugged you back to standing and turned you around so you’re facing the shower wall. He pulls your hips back so you’re bent over at the waist, and he slides one finger and then another into you, finding easy passage in the slick wetness. Withdrawing his fingers, he rubs his tip along your opening, teasing, sliding through your folds but not entering you, wetting himself thoroughly with the fluid that seeps from your slit. Your breath shortens and your legs begin to tremble with anticipation, and he teases you further by reaching a hand around to absentmindedly circle your clit.
Finally—finally—he thrusts into you, filling you up and eliciting a groan. He moves forward, pushing you against the wall into a more upright position, one hand still on your clit as the other cups your breast, rhythmically pinching and releasing the nipple and making you moan. There’s nothing in the world but this man, his body, and the cold shower wall; everything else has fallen away in the waves of pleasure overtaking your body.
You can feel your orgasm building, but before it can reach its peak, he pulls out, turns you to face him, and forces you to your knees again. You open your mouth and hardly have the chance to take him in before he explodes down your throat, his whole body shuddering as he sighs. You continue to suck and lick until he softens, and he pulls you back to your feet and kisses you. He gently maneuvers you back under the water, and this time helps you rinse the rest of the conditioner out of your hair. That done, his hands can’t seem to help themselves as they roam all over your body, occasionally brushing by your clit but never making contact long. Each time his hand passes, a jolt runs through your body, and you can tell he’s enjoying your reactions by the way he laughs softly against your neck. “It’ll be your turn soon,” he says. “Just not yet.”
After a final rinse for both of you, he turns the shower off and wraps you in a fluffy towel. Flushed and a bit dazed, you stumble as you step out of the shower and he steadies you as you walk to the sink. You each brush your teeth and he leaves the bathroom as you comb and braid your hair.
The sun is streaming through the blinds now as you reenter your bedroom from the bathroom. He’s pulled on a t-shirt and jeans, and studies you as you wait, still undressed. When he’s in this mood, he likes to dress you.
He circles you slowly, drawing his hand along your waist, pretending to think—but you’re pretty sure he’s known all along what he wants you to wear today. He opens the nightstand drawer and from within pulls an egg-shaped vibrator, bright pink. There’s a glint in his eye as he walks toward you and then embraces you from behind. He gently strokes your nipple and nibbles your neck again as he uses his other hand to reach around to your front and insert the vibrator; it slides into you smoothly enough after the morning’s activities.
He walks around to face you and steps back, as if admiring his handiwork, his eyes lingering on the vibrator’s thin pink antenna peeking out between your legs. From your lingerie drawer he pulls a pair of lacy underwear and hands them to you as he heads for the closet. You put them on as he returns with your favorite sundress, the green one with yellow daisies. He pulls it gently over your head and lets it fall to your knees. No bra today, it would seem.
He looks you over and smiles sunnily, then draws you into his arms again and kisses your forehead. “Ready for breakfast?”
***
Together, you cook eggs, toast, and bacon—your appetites are both huge this morning. You sit at the table to eat, each absorbed in your own morning scroll, his foot lightly stroking yours under the table. Occasionally you each glance up to grin at the other, both still thinking about this morning. You get up to clear the plates and feel the vibrator shift slightly inside you as you walk.
The day is sunny and warm, and you walk around the house opening the windows. The breeze that comes through is lovely, lifting your skirt ever so slightly and raising goosebumps on your arms. The tickle of your hair across your back as the wind plays with it sends a little chill down your spine, and you feel your nipples harden, pushing against the thin fabric of your sundress. Out of the corner of your eye, you notice him noticing, but pretend not to as you wipe down the counter and bustle around the kitchen. You’re bending over the sink to wash the frying pan when suddenly he’s pressed up behind you, already hard, yanking up your skirt and pawing down your underwear. In one smooth motion, he pulls out the vibrator and enters you.
You have no time to react as he thrusts quick and hard. There’s no gentle start like this morning; right now he’s after one thing and one thing only, one hand groping your breasts and the other wrapped tightly around your braid. He fucks you hard and fast, and he comes hard and fast. Immediately after his last thrust, he pulls out and slips the vibrator back in, drops your skirt, kisses your neck, and walks away, leaving you to straighten your dress and pull your underwear up shaking legs. The vibrator prevents most of his semen from escaping, but a small rivulet runs down your thigh, and you wipe it away. As your breathing returns to normal, you finish washing up the frying pan.
***
Later, you head together to the grocery store. You push the cart and manage the list while he picks items from the shelves. The vibrator has remained stationary all day with the exception of the episode at the sink, and you’ve almost forgotten it’s there. You’re in the frozen foods aisle deciding on a pint of ice cream when it jolts to life and almost causes your knees to buckle, but the sensation is gone as quickly as it came. You look around wildly and see him two freezers down, contemplating which frozen waffles to buy. He looks up and catches your eye, looks you up and down, and winks.
You’re on your guard now, but he still catches you by surprise two more times: once in the spice aisle as you search on your tiptoes for paprika and again in the shampoo aisle as you’re crouched down, comparing the prices of two bottles. That last time, you almost come right there in the grocery store, but he stops it in time. You don’t say anything, but his eyes glow with mirth and, underneath that, wild arousal.
You make it through the checkout line, but barely; even though he doesn’t turn on the vibrator, you can feel your thighs becoming tacky with wetness, and you find yourself rushing through the transaction so you can get out of there. As you walk out together, his hand rests at the small of your back and he kisses your sweaty temple, innocent and sweet, a secret smile playing around his mouth. Your hands shake as you return the cart.
As he drives home, you close your eyes in the passenger seat. You remember the scenes in the grocery store, and you feel yourself begin to throb around the vibrator, still stationary inside you. As if reading your mind, he puts his hand on your knee and slides it up your leg, pushing up your skirt as he goes. He stops mid-thigh, and traces light circles with his fingertips. He catches your eye and winks again before putting his hand back on the wheel.
At home, you unload the groceries from the car, each taking as many bags as you can carry so you can do it in a single trip. He reaches the door before you and enters, dropping his bags so he can turn back and hold the door for you. You’re holding three bags on each arm, and turn sideways coming through the door. As you cross the threshold, he pushes you against the wall and activates the vibrator.
Immediately you make as if to drop the grocery bags, but—“Ah, ah, ahh,” he says, indicating that you are to continue holding the bags while he toys with you. Your back to the wall, you strain to hold the bags up—easily twenty pounds on each arm and getting heavier by the minute—as the heat builds between your legs and he pulls the bodice of your sundress down so he can grope your bare breasts.
The vibrator is controlled by an app, so his hands are free to roam your body and they do so, both under and over your dress. One hand squeezes and strokes your breast as he sucks on the other, flicking at your nipple with his tongue. His other hand slides up your back underneath your dress and pulls you toward him. The bags get heavier, your arms held out to the side to support them, and your upper body begins to tremble.
Under most normal circumstances you would have come by now, but the complication of holding the grocery bags is proving to be just distracting enough to delay the inevitable. You feel the sweat break out on your forehead as he finally looks up and asks if you’re going to come. “Yes,” you gasp, and at that moment he shuts the vibrator off. You let out a scream of frustration as he gently takes the bags from you, brushes your hair from your face, and kisses the tip of your nose. You slide down the wall until your head is on your knees, catching your breath. You can hear him whistling as he puts away the groceries.
***
Dinner is spaghetti and meatballs, and you cook together again. You’re on alert anytime you bend over the counter or sink, but he remains chaste, only kissing your cheek or giving your behind a light pat as he passes by. The vibrator, too, remains silent and still. After dinner, you head to the bedroom to read while he finishes the dishes and waters the plants.
You’re just getting to a good part in your book when the vibrator whirs to life again inside you, low and rumbly. It’s mildly distracting, but not enough to fully pull your attention away from the book, so you keep reading. The intensity builds, slowly but surely, and just as you can no longer concentrate, he enters the room.
The mad glint is back in his eye again and you know it’s time for whatever finale he’s cooked up. You look up at him, silently pleading, and he motions for you to lie flat on your back. You do, and he turns the vibrator back down to a manageable speed. Now he’s pulling something else from the nightstand drawer: an eye mask. He slips it over your eyes, plunging you into darkness. Now you can only hear him as he moves around the room. First, you identify the sounds of him undressing and depositing his clothes in the hamper; then, you feel him as he moves your wrists and your ankles into position for four-point restraints. Before securing your ankles, he gently, almost reverently, removes your underwear, leaving the vibrator in place. Once you’re fully restrained, you feel the bed sink on one side as he climbs up.
He doesn’t touch you immediately, but you can feel the weight of his gaze as he considers you. You’re still in your green sundress; you can feel that it’s been hiked up to your hips. As this crosses your mind, he hikes it up further, to your waist, and then pauses again. The vibrator continues to rumble inside you, and you breathe through it.
His weight shifts as he reaches for something, and you feel him drop it on the bed. Then his hands, gentle, loving, are touching your face, your hair, your neck, the swells of your breasts, and he’s whispering that you were a good girl today, such a good girl, and because you were such a good girl, he’s going to spend the rest of the evening making you come.
His hands move inside your dress, once again tugging down the bodice to free your breasts. You arch your back as he kisses one nipple and then the other. He steadily increases the intensity of the vibrator while he sucks one nipple, gently bites the other, then kisses you deeply, his tongue probing, while both hands play with your breasts. He senses your breathing coming quicker, and he lightens the touch on both of your nipples until he’s barely touching them at all and you’re straining upward for contact. As you feel yourself rushing for the edge, he pinches both at once, and the orgasm rips through you. You let out a cry, but it’s stifled as he crushes his mouth down on yours, his hands still groping your breasts. You struggle against the restraints, your body trying to contract with nowhere to go, and he gently pushes you back down. As your breathing returns to normal, he kisses you again and, mercifully, removes the vibrator.
Tightly restrained and blindfolded, you can do nothing but catch your breath as he continues to move around the bed. You feel his weight shifting, and notice he seems to have settled between your legs. You’re proven right when you feel his warm breath on your thighs.
He kisses up one thigh and down the other, strategically ignoring the place where you’re most sensitive, letting just his breath touch you there. With his fingertips, he lightly strokes your hips, thighs, stomach, and mound until a never-ending cascade of shivers is running up and down your spine, and you hear yourself helplessly begging him through your gasps.
Finally he obliges, and draws one finger slowly through the wetness that’s gathered between your legs. You let out an involuntary groan and he responds by slipping that finger inside you, then another. He probes the wetness there and withdraws his fingers, and you can feel his weight shift again as he brings his face down to your folds. The first touch of his tongue is like magic, and sparks dance in front of your eyes. You lose track of time as he uses his expert fingers and tongue to bring you to a second roaring orgasm, leaving you both panting.
After he catches his breath, he kisses his way up your body and snuggles against you, holding you as best as he can while you’re still restrained. He kisses you gently and strokes your face, but leaves the blindfold in place. Resting his head on your shoulder, he absentmindedly draws his fingertips up and down your body underneath your dress, lingering on a hipbone, circling your navel, brushing over a nipple. The constant stimulation has kept your body humming, and every touch feels magnified after a day of edging, even though you’ve come twice now. He remains like this for a while, clearly enjoying your soft sighs and hitching breaths as he lingers over a particularly sensitive spot.
You feel his weight shift again, and he unclips one wrist. He puts that arm up above your head and gently turns your face toward him. Something warm and hard brushes your lips; you open your mouth and he thrusts in, filling your throat. As he thrusts, one hand rests on your breasts, tweaking one nipple, then the other. His other hand moves slowly down your body, leaving it briefly to pick up something off the bed. You realize what it is as he presses it against your clit: a wand vibrator. He turns it on and your back arches like you’ve been electrified; he slides further into your throat and stays there, your frantic cries muffled around his wide girth. He holds the vibrator steady and thrusts in and out of your mouth as saliva flows down your cheek onto your pillow. You can feel another orgasm coming, and he can sense it too; he thrusts harder and deeper as you thrash, and as you come for the third time, he impales your throat again until spots dance in front of your eyes. He releases you just before blackness closes in, but doesn’t remove the vibrator, and begins thrusting again. Your whole body, completely overstimulated, is screaming and you try to squirm away to get some relief, but your restraints give you little slack and the wand remains firmly pressed against you. The pleasure builds again, eventually overtaking the pain, and you have time to wonder if this one will kill you before you find yourself falling over the edge again. This time, he comes as well, and you take swallow after swallow as you buck on the vibrator. It seems to go on forever.
He retreats from you and you drift away. You can hear him walking around the room and feel him re-secure the wrist he had unclipped, but your mind has ceased to wonder what he’s up to. You’re just floating, waiting for whatever comes next, unconcerned and almost dozing.
He wakes you with a touch at your hand, still restrained at the edge of the bed. He kisses your palm before filling your hand with a familiar velvety hardness, and you form your hand into a loose fist around him. Restrained as you are, you can’t stroke him as you normally would, but he takes control and thrusts gently through your fist, growing harder again with each stroke. He withdraws and you feel him climb to the bed and settle again between your spread thighs. He fingers you again, briefly, spreading the slickness that is still leaking out of you. He nestles his tip against your opening, and leans over you, bracing himself on either side of the bed.
He rains soft kisses over your face—your forehead, your nose, your cheeks, your mouth—as he slowly pushes into you just an inch, then withdraws. Your breath hitches as he slides in and out, back and forth, never moving more than an inch or two at a time, not filling you but not fully withdrawing. He kisses down your jawline to your neck, and you feel him smile against your skin. You’re both trembling with anticipation when he pushes himself back up on his hands and gently removes your eye mask.
You lock eyes as he finally slides fully into you, taking your breath away. He settles his body on top of yours, only his hips moving, and reaches out to unclip both wrists from your restraints. As he does so, he laces both sets of fingers through yours, and draws both of your hands above your head, where he holds them as he kisses you. He squeezes tightly, then releases your hands and wraps his arms around you. You do the same, and you hold each other tightly as you thrust together, your ankles still restrained but your hips lifting in time with his strokes, your bellies clapping together in an ever-increasing rhythm. His mouth finds yours again and you sink into a deep kiss, tongues probing. His strokes slow, and you can tell by how engorged he feels that the moment is seconds away.
He sits back up on his knees between your legs, and gathers the hem of your dress. His tip rests against your clit as he pulls it over your body and up over your head; then, he reaches over for the wand vibrator he had discarded earlier. He locks eyes with you again and slides back into you, pressing the wand to your clit with one hand while the other strokes your nipple. As the sensations compound, your whole body starts to hum and your eyes unfocus and begin to close.
“No,” he says. “Look at me.”
You force your eyes back into focus and meet his as he thrusts harder, a tidal wave threatening to drown you. The wave finally crests, and you lose yourself in the pleasure as you come again simultaneously, looking into each other’s eyes. He holds the vibrator to your clit even as he withdraws, his semen dripping from you to puddle on the sheet, and though it seems impossible, you come again—or is this the same one?—thrashing helplessly, seeing nothing but his eyes gently holding your gaze. Finally, spent, your body goes limp, and he turns off the vibrator.
Utterly senseless, you close your eyes as he leaves the bed. Some time later—five seconds or five minutes, you can’t be sure—you feel a warm, damp cloth on your face as he blots away the sweat that is beginning to dry on your brow. He slowly and carefully wipes down every inch of your body, lingering lovingly over each breast, unable to stop himself from placing a tender kiss on each nipple. As he cleans, he talks to you softly, telling you how beautiful you looked coming for him, how sweet your taste is, how much he loves you and loves making you feel good.
He moves down to your hips and thighs and carefully cleans up the mess he’s made between your legs. He works his way down to each ankle and unclips them from their restraints. With all of your limbs free, he gathers you into his arms and carries you to the bathroom, where he supports you gently as you brush your teeth. He unties your braid and runs his fingers through your wavy hair. When you finish, he picks you up again and carries you to the bed, tucks you in, and leaves one last kiss on your forehead as he brushes a strand of hair from your face. Already more than half asleep, you close your eyes, warm and content.
He turns out the light and climbs into bed behind you. His hand cups your breast as his arms encircle you, and the last thing you feel as your mind flees toward sleep is him sliding gently into you, ending the day as it began.
You wake as he slides into you.
For a moment, his gentle, rhythmic strokes—in, out, in, out—almost lull you back to sleep, and you let out a small sigh as you sink into him, your back against his chest. He maintains his slow, steady thrusts as he slides his hand from your hip to cup your breast, his thumb lightly brushing over the nipple and sending a warm tingle throughout your body. He brushes light kisses down your neck and behind your ear, and a pleasurable shiver rushes down your spine. You crane your head back toward him just enough so your lips can meet, and he kisses you deeply as his arms wrap around you tighter. “Good, you’re awake,” he says.
He stays inside you as he rolls on top of you, turning you onto your stomach. You rest your head on your arms and he lifts your hips until your knees are bent underneath you. Slowly, he resumes thrusting, deeper now, tugging your hips back toward him with each stroke. He keeps one hand on your hip as he leans forward to snake the other into your hair, gripping it firmly at the roots. You groan as your head tilts back, following his gentle tug. He lets go of your hair and gently takes your wrist, tucking your arm behind your back. He repeats the process with your other arm and pins both wrists behind your back with one hand, his thrusts growing harder and harder.
His strokes reach a furious peak until he comes, stiffening and letting out a groan; he yanks your hips back into him twice more, frantically, before collapsing on top of you. He leans around to kiss you deeply again, brushing hair away from your face and pressing his forehead to yours. After a moment, he sits back on his heels and withdraws from you. You roll over and get a full look at his face for the first time this morning. He smiles, and you smile back.
He takes your hand and pulls you up off the bed, heading for the shower. He gently ushers you in and follows you across the threshold, sliding the glass door closed behind you. For a few minutes, you take turns washing and rinsing, talking sleepily about nothing. As you rinse the conditioner from your hair, your arms raised, he takes the opportunity to cup your breasts, suckling one nipple while rolling the other between his thumb and forefinger. More shivers run through your body as you pause, your arms still up, the conditioner forgotten. You catch his lips with yours as he rises to his full height again and he pulls you close as you kiss. He gently turns you ninety degrees, his hands sliding down from your waist to your hips to the swell of your buttocks and back up to your breasts, until your back is resting against the cold shower wall and his hands rest lightly on your shoulders.
Slight pressure is all you need to understand what he wants, and you slowly sink to your knees, kissing your way down his chest as you go. He’s at half mast already, and you take him into your mouth with a sigh. Your hands find his hips as his find your hair, and you pull him deeper into your throat. You can feel him getting harder with each stroke, and he eventually takes control, pinning you against the shower wall. The harder and longer he grows, the more pleasure he derives from thrusting into your throat, holding you there until your nose touches his stomach and your eyes water as you look up at him. You make eye contact as he pauses again, impaling you against the wall; he pulls back just as your eyes begin to blur, and you gasp in air as he thrusts forward again. His hands, still in your wet hair, hold you in place as he inches further down your throat, and he lets out a quiet moan. A tear squeezes from each of your eyes as he releases you, and you gasp again.
This time he lets you catch your breath, but barely—in no time, he’s tugged you back to standing and turned you around so you’re facing the shower wall. He pulls your hips back so you’re bent over at the waist, and he slides one finger and then another into you, finding easy passage in the slick wetness. Withdrawing his fingers, he rubs his tip along your opening, teasing, sliding through your folds but not entering you, wetting himself thoroughly with the fluid that seeps from your slit. Your breath shortens and your legs begin to tremble with anticipation, and he teases you further by reaching a hand around to absentmindedly circle your clit.
Finally—finally—he thrusts into you, filling you up and eliciting a groan. He moves forward, pushing you against the wall into a more upright position, one hand still on your clit as the other cups your breast, rhythmically pinching and releasing the nipple and making you moan. There’s nothing in the world but this man, his body, and the cold shower wall; everything else has fallen away in the waves of pleasure overtaking your body.
You can feel your orgasm building, but before it can reach its peak, he pulls out, turns you to face him, and forces you to your knees again. You open your mouth and hardly have the chance to take him in before he explodes down your throat, his whole body shuddering as he sighs. You continue to suck and lick until he softens, and he pulls you back to your feet and kisses you. He gently maneuvers you back under the water, and this time helps you rinse the rest of the conditioner out of your hair. That done, his hands can’t seem to help themselves as they roam all over your body, occasionally brushing by your clit but never making contact long. Each time his hand passes, a jolt runs through your body, and you can tell he’s enjoying your reactions by the way he laughs softly against your neck. “It’ll be your turn soon,” he says. “Just not yet.”
After a final rinse for both of you, he turns the shower off and wraps you in a fluffy towel. Flushed and a bit dazed, you stumble as you step out of the shower and he steadies you as you walk to the sink. You each brush your teeth and he leaves the bathroom as you comb and braid your hair.
The sun is streaming through the blinds now as you reenter your bedroom from the bathroom. He’s pulled on a t-shirt and jeans, and studies you as you wait, still undressed. When he’s in this mood, he likes to dress you.
He circles you slowly, drawing his hand along your waist, pretending to think—but you’re pretty sure he’s known all along what he wants you to wear today. He opens the nightstand drawer and from within pulls an egg-shaped vibrator, bright pink. There’s a glint in his eye as he walks toward you and then embraces you from behind. He gently strokes your nipple and nibbles your neck again as he uses his other hand to reach around to your front and insert the vibrator; it slides into you smoothly enough after the morning’s activities.
He walks around to face you and steps back, as if admiring his handiwork, his eyes lingering on the vibrator’s thin pink antenna peeking out between your legs. From your lingerie drawer he pulls a pair of lacy underwear and hands them to you as he heads for the closet. You put them on as he returns with your favorite sundress, the green one with yellow daisies. He pulls it gently over your head and lets it fall to your knees. No bra today, it would seem.
He looks you over and smiles sunnily, then draws you into his arms again and kisses your forehead. “Ready for breakfast?”
***
Together, you cook eggs, toast, and bacon—your appetites are both huge this morning. You sit at the table to eat, each absorbed in your own morning scroll, his foot lightly stroking yours under the table. Occasionally you each glance up to grin at the other, both still thinking about this morning. You get up to clear the plates and feel the vibrator shift slightly inside you as you walk.
The day is sunny and warm, and you walk around the house opening the windows. The breeze that comes through is lovely, lifting your skirt ever so slightly and raising goosebumps on your arms. The tickle of your hair across your back as the wind plays with it sends a little chill down your spine, and you feel your nipples harden, pushing against the thin fabric of your sundress. Out of the corner of your eye, you notice him noticing, but pretend not to as you wipe down the counter and bustle around the kitchen. You’re bending over the sink to wash the frying pan when suddenly he’s pressed up behind you, already hard, yanking up your skirt and pawing down your underwear. In one smooth motion, he pulls out the vibrator and enters you.
You have no time to react as he thrusts quick and hard. There’s no gentle start like this morning; right now he’s after one thing and one thing only, one hand groping your breasts and the other wrapped tightly around your braid. He fucks you hard and fast, and he comes hard and fast. Immediately after his last thrust, he pulls out and slips the vibrator back in, drops your skirt, kisses your neck, and walks away, leaving you to straighten your dress and pull your underwear up shaking legs. The vibrator prevents most of his semen from escaping, but a small rivulet runs down your thigh, and you wipe it away. As your breathing returns to normal, you finish washing up the frying pan.
***
Later, you head together to the grocery store. You push the cart and manage the list while he picks items from the shelves. The vibrator has remained stationary all day with the exception of the episode at the sink, and you’ve almost forgotten it’s there. You’re in the frozen foods aisle deciding on a pint of ice cream when it jolts to life and almost causes your knees to buckle, but the sensation is gone as quickly as it came. You look around wildly and see him two freezers down, contemplating which frozen waffles to buy. He looks up and catches your eye, looks you up and down, and winks.
You’re on your guard now, but he still catches you by surprise two more times: once in the spice aisle as you search on your tiptoes for paprika and again in the shampoo aisle as you’re crouched down, comparing the prices of two bottles. That last time, you almost come right there in the grocery store, but he stops it in time. You don’t say anything, but his eyes glow with mirth and, underneath that, wild arousal.
You make it through the checkout line, but barely; even though he doesn’t turn on the vibrator, you can feel your thighs becoming tacky with wetness, and you find yourself rushing through the transaction so you can get out of there. As you walk out together, his hand rests at the small of your back and he kisses your sweaty temple, innocent and sweet, a secret smile playing around his mouth. Your hands shake as you return the cart.
As he drives home, you close your eyes in the passenger seat. You remember the scenes in the grocery store, and you feel yourself begin to throb around the vibrator, still stationary inside you. As if reading your mind, he puts his hand on your knee and slides it up your leg, pushing up your skirt as he goes. He stops mid-thigh, and traces light circles with his fingertips. He catches your eye and winks again before putting his hand back on the wheel.
At home, you unload the groceries from the car, each taking as many bags as you can carry so you can do it in a single trip. He reaches the door before you and enters, dropping his bags so he can turn back and hold the door for you. You’re holding three bags on each arm, and turn sideways coming through the door. As you cross the threshold, he pushes you against the wall and activates the vibrator.
Immediately you make as if to drop the grocery bags, but—“Ah, ah, ahh,” he says, indicating that you are to continue holding the bags while he toys with you. Your back to the wall, you strain to hold the bags up—easily twenty pounds on each arm and getting heavier by the minute—as the heat builds between your legs and he pulls the bodice of your sundress down so he can grope your bare breasts.
The vibrator is controlled by an app, so his hands are free to roam your body and they do so, both under and over your dress. One hand squeezes and strokes your breast as he sucks on the other, flicking at your nipple with his tongue. His other hand slides up your back underneath your dress and pulls you toward him. The bags get heavier, your arms held out to the side to support them, and your upper body begins to tremble.
Under most normal circumstances you would have come by now, but the complication of holding the grocery bags is proving to be just distracting enough to delay the inevitable. You feel the sweat break out on your forehead as he finally looks up and asks if you’re going to come. “Yes,” you gasp, and at that moment he shuts the vibrator off. You let out a scream of frustration as he gently takes the bags from you, brushes your hair from your face, and kisses the tip of your nose. You slide down the wall until your head is on your knees, catching your breath. You can hear him whistling as he puts away the groceries.
***
Dinner is spaghetti and meatballs, and you cook together again. You’re on alert anytime you bend over the counter or sink, but he remains chaste, only kissing your cheek or giving your behind a light pat as he passes by. The vibrator, too, remains silent and still. After dinner, you head to the bedroom to read while he finishes the dishes and waters the plants.
You’re just getting to a good part in your book when the vibrator whirs to life again inside you, low and rumbly. It’s mildly distracting, but not enough to fully pull your attention away from the book, so you keep reading. The intensity builds, slowly but surely, and just as you can no longer concentrate, he enters the room.
The mad glint is back in his eye again and you know it’s time for whatever finale he’s cooked up. You look up at him, silently pleading, and he motions for you to lie flat on your back. You do, and he turns the vibrator back down to a manageable speed. Now he’s pulling something else from the nightstand drawer: an eye mask. He slips it over your eyes, plunging you into darkness. Now you can only hear him as he moves around the room. First, you identify the sounds of him undressing and depositing his clothes in the hamper; then, you feel him as he moves your wrists and your ankles into position for four-point restraints. Before securing your ankles, he gently, almost reverently, removes your underwear, leaving the vibrator in place. Once you’re fully restrained, you feel the bed sink on one side as he climbs up.
He doesn’t touch you immediately, but you can feel the weight of his gaze as he considers you. You’re still in your green sundress; you can feel that it’s been hiked up to your hips. As this crosses your mind, he hikes it up further, to your waist, and then pauses again. The vibrator continues to rumble inside you, and you breathe through it.
His weight shifts as he reaches for something, and you feel him drop it on the bed. Then his hands, gentle, loving, are touching your face, your hair, your neck, the swells of your breasts, and he’s whispering that you were a good girl today, such a good girl, and because you were such a good girl, he’s going to spend the rest of the evening making you come.
His hands move inside your dress, once again tugging down the bodice to free your breasts. You arch your back as he kisses one nipple and then the other. He steadily increases the intensity of the vibrator while he sucks one nipple, gently bites the other, then kisses you deeply, his tongue probing, while both hands play with your breasts. He senses your breathing coming quicker, and he lightens the touch on both of your nipples until he’s barely touching them at all and you’re straining upward for contact. As you feel yourself rushing for the edge, he pinches both at once, and the orgasm rips through you. You let out a cry, but it’s stifled as he crushes his mouth down on yours, his hands still groping your breasts. You struggle against the restraints, your body trying to contract with nowhere to go, and he gently pushes you back down. As your breathing returns to normal, he kisses you again and, mercifully, removes the vibrator.
Tightly restrained and blindfolded, you can do nothing but catch your breath as he continues to move around the bed. You feel his weight shifting, and notice he seems to have settled between your legs. You’re proven right when you feel his warm breath on your thighs.
He kisses up one thigh and down the other, strategically ignoring the place where you’re most sensitive, letting just his breath touch you there. With his fingertips, he lightly strokes your hips, thighs, stomach, and mound until a never-ending cascade of shivers is running up and down your spine, and you hear yourself helplessly begging him through your gasps.
Finally he obliges, and draws one finger slowly through the wetness that’s gathered between your legs. You let out an involuntary groan and he responds by slipping that finger inside you, then another. He probes the wetness there and withdraws his fingers, and you can feel his weight shift again as he brings his face down to your folds. The first touch of his tongue is like magic, and sparks dance in front of your eyes. You lose track of time as he uses his expert fingers and tongue to bring you to a second roaring orgasm, leaving you both panting.
After he catches his breath, he kisses his way up your body and snuggles against you, holding you as best as he can while you’re still restrained. He kisses you gently and strokes your face, but leaves the blindfold in place. Resting his head on your shoulder, he absentmindedly draws his fingertips up and down your body underneath your dress, lingering on a hipbone, circling your navel, brushing over a nipple. The constant stimulation has kept your body humming, and every touch feels magnified after a day of edging, even though you’ve come twice now. He remains like this for a while, clearly enjoying your soft sighs and hitching breaths as he lingers over a particularly sensitive spot.
You feel his weight shift again, and he unclips one wrist. He puts that arm up above your head and gently turns your face toward him. Something warm and hard brushes your lips; you open your mouth and he thrusts in, filling your throat. As he thrusts, one hand rests on your breasts, tweaking one nipple, then the other. His other hand moves slowly down your body, leaving it briefly to pick up something off the bed. You realize what it is as he presses it against your clit: a wand vibrator. He turns it on and your back arches like you’ve been electrified; he slides further into your throat and stays there, your frantic cries muffled around his wide girth. He holds the vibrator steady and thrusts in and out of your mouth as saliva flows down your cheek onto your pillow. You can feel another orgasm coming, and he can sense it too; he thrusts harder and deeper as you thrash, and as you come for the third time, he impales your throat again until spots dance in front of your eyes. He releases you just before blackness closes in, but doesn’t remove the vibrator, and begins thrusting again. Your whole body, completely overstimulated, is screaming and you try to squirm away to get some relief, but your restraints give you little slack and the wand remains firmly pressed against you. The pleasure builds again, eventually overtaking the pain, and you have time to wonder if this one will kill you before you find yourself falling over the edge again. This time, he comes as well, and you take swallow after swallow as you buck on the vibrator. It seems to go on forever.
He retreats from you and you drift away. You can hear him walking around the room and feel him re-secure the wrist he had unclipped, but your mind has ceased to wonder what he’s up to. You’re just floating, waiting for whatever comes next, unconcerned and almost dozing.
He wakes you with a touch at your hand, still restrained at the edge of the bed. He kisses your palm before filling your hand with a familiar velvety hardness, and you form your hand into a loose fist around him. Restrained as you are, you can’t stroke him as you normally would, but he takes control and thrusts gently through your fist, growing harder again with each stroke. He withdraws and you feel him climb to the bed and settle again between your spread thighs. He fingers you again, briefly, spreading the slickness that is still leaking out of you. He nestles his tip against your opening, and leans over you, bracing himself on either side of the bed.
He rains soft kisses over your face—your forehead, your nose, your cheeks, your mouth—as he slowly pushes into you just an inch, then withdraws. Your breath hitches as he slides in and out, back and forth, never moving more than an inch or two at a time, not filling you but not fully withdrawing. He kisses down your jawline to your neck, and you feel him smile against your skin. You’re both trembling with anticipation when he pushes himself back up on his hands and gently removes your eye mask.
You lock eyes as he finally slides fully into you, taking your breath away. He settles his body on top of yours, only his hips moving, and reaches out to unclip both wrists from your restraints. As he does so, he laces both sets of fingers through yours, and draws both of your hands above your head, where he holds them as he kisses you. He squeezes tightly, then releases your hands and wraps his arms around you. You do the same, and you hold each other tightly as you thrust together, your ankles still restrained but your hips lifting in time with his strokes, your bellies clapping together in an ever-increasing rhythm. His mouth finds yours again and you sink into a deep kiss, tongues probing. His strokes slow, and you can tell by how engorged he feels that the moment is seconds away.
He sits back up on his knees between your legs, and gathers the hem of your dress. His tip rests against your clit as he pulls it over your body and up over your head; then, he reaches over for the wand vibrator he had discarded earlier. He locks eyes with you again and slides back into you, pressing the wand to your clit with one hand while the other strokes your nipple. As the sensations compound, your whole body starts to hum and your eyes unfocus and begin to close.
“No,” he says. “Look at me.”
You force your eyes back into focus and meet his as he thrusts harder, a tidal wave threatening to drown you. The wave finally crests, and you lose yourself in the pleasure as you come again simultaneously, looking into each other’s eyes. He holds the vibrator to your clit even as he withdraws, his semen dripping from you to puddle on the sheet, and though it seems impossible, you come again—or is this the same one?—thrashing helplessly, seeing nothing but his eyes gently holding your gaze. Finally, spent, your body goes limp, and he turns off the vibrator.
Utterly senseless, you close your eyes as he leaves the bed. Some time later—five seconds or five minutes, you can’t be sure—you feel a warm, damp cloth on your face as he blots away the sweat that is beginning to dry on your brow. He slowly and carefully wipes down every inch of your body, lingering lovingly over each breast, unable to stop himself from placing a tender kiss on each nipple. As he cleans, he talks to you softly, telling you how beautiful you looked coming for him, how sweet your taste is, how much he loves you and loves making you feel good.
He moves down to your hips and thighs and carefully cleans up the mess he’s made between your legs. He works his way down to each ankle and unclips them from their restraints. With all of your limbs free, he gathers you into his arms and carries you to the bathroom, where he supports you gently as you brush your teeth. He unties your braid and runs his fingers through your wavy hair. When you finish, he picks you up again and carries you to the bed, tucks you in, and leaves one last kiss on your forehead as he brushes a strand of hair from your face. Already more than half asleep, you close your eyes, warm and content.
He turns out the light and climbs into bed behind you. His hand cups your breast as his arms encircle you, and the last thing you feel as your mind flees toward sleep is him sliding gently into you, ending the day as it began.