Round two of our match and this time he will not permit me to have him deep inside the place I need him most.
No, he will place me on my knees before him. To test me. To degrade me. To deny me.
He has a point to prove. He will relieve me of my shirt, but leave my panties in their proper place. This will serve as his opening argument.
I’m all ears. I will work for his pleasure. To prove myself. To pass his test. To prove my own point.
One hand sliding down, leading the way for my eager mouth. My tongue lapping at the delicious hard piece of candy in my mouth. My hand following my mouth back up to give a twisting caress at the head of my once-favorite toy.
Bouncing slowly on my knees. Rocking and sucking; my nipples rubbing against his inner thighs. He is courteous enough to allow me my own fingers for my bratty pussy to weep over.
Just as he allows my untamed heart to weep over him. Outside of his presence, of course.
So I do. Now I’m dripping on my hand. Still rocking and sucking. My feet are beginning to tingle with the pain of my weight. It’s been so long. My knees are hot as I work to earn the tell-tale rug burns of my deed.
I return my very tiny, very wet hand to his massive thigh. The myriad of sensations mixed with the scent of him in my nostrils is all I need to keep coming against his wishes. The ache is gone.
He leans over me in a warm embrace. My head is in his lap and his hands are running over the curves of my back. A rare show of affection and appreciation before he drives his cock slow and hard into the back of my throat. So far into the back of my mouth that I can just barely taste the salty sweetness that flows for me from under his well restrained grunts of pleasure.
He doesn’t understand how he has sated me. But then again, he doesn’t understand much, does he?
No, he doesn’t even understand why he needs to have a woman kneeling before him in this manner. But I understand. I always do. I always will.
Besides that shit was way hotter than the rudimentary fuck he granted me ten minutes earlier.
Yes, to crave him will always be more fulfilling than to have him could ever be.