The ache builds and squishy sounds fill the small space. My cheeks are hot with fear that someone in the other room will hear. They’re talking, so surely no one will notice. My clit throbs as my finger graze it on its way through my slick folds and back into my needy hole. My hips buck and a little whimper escaped. My shirt is up, my bra pulled down, my nipples hard, and puckered. My eyes close and all I can see is the image of me squirming and grinding on his lap, his breath on my neck as he praises and instructs me. A compliant, eager toy in his hands. I’m facing away from him and I writhe at his words. One of his hands reaches around and his thumb is pressed into my mouth and I suck eagerly at the privilege. The feel of his hard cock against me drives me wild. Oh, how I want it. To swallow his need. Taste it. Feel it inside my hungry cunt, pounding and greedy. I am so close to cumming. I open my eyes. My fingers smear my need around and when I lift them to look at them, a silver string stretches between them and my cunt for a moment before breaking. Taste, he’d said, and I do, sucking as if he’d offered them to me. My fingers move back to grip my hard clit between them, teasing, cunt making a small smacking noise as it clenches the air. Empty. Aching. Oh god. My knees clench together and I tremble, hips bucking in protest as I fight against going over the edge. Hands fist and I twitch with need. I want it so much. My skin prickles and the sound of my heartbeat roars in my ears. Fuck. Arousal still burns in my veins. Need. I pant quietly, slowing my breath. I close my eyes in silent gratitude, and it defies reason, it really does, and yet the only phrase that repeats in my head is thank you. For the honor of giving you, my pleasure.
~daisies-in-thedark
