Already wet and throbbing, I settled against my pillows, legs spread wide. One finger lightly touched my clit, barely pressing down as I began to circle slowly around the little nub. Heat spread inward, starting in my limbs and shooting straight towards my core. Whimpering and whining into the dark room, I pulled my hand away quickly, sinking two fingers deep into my slick pussy.
Swirling my fingers against my g-spot, pressing and rubbing, my hips lifted into the air. Realizing how close my orgasm was, I slipped my fingers out of my cunt. I rubbed my swollen lips, waiting for the burning pressure to subside a bit.
One fingertip found my clit, soft and small again. I began to make a circle, slowly, with just enough pressure to cause sparks to fly through my bloodstream, but not the familiar pressure and speed that causes gushing and squirting within seconds. Even as I felt the pleasure build through my body, even as I felt like my skin was too tight for my body, even as I felt my clit begin to harden like a rock, I never wavered in tempo or pressure.
The need to end the prolonged torture was great. I was long passed the point where my greedy little girl would have rushed things to a quick conclusion. My blood simmered in my veins as my desire continued to rise. Slow and insistent, my finger tortured my clit with sweet pleasure.
I felt my clit grow and harden against my finger, larger than I’d ever felt it before. Finally, with no warning, the dam burst within me, and I came hard and fast, gushing into my hand. My hips rose straight off the bed from the intense onslaught of the orgasm that caught me off guard. My heels dug in to the mattress, and I squeaked and whimpered into the dark night.
My legs collapsed, my body touched the bed again. Seconds later, aftershocks racked my body. My pussy spasmed uncontrollably, over and over again, for several minutes; I was panting, bucking heap among blankets and sheets.
I smiled to myself as I caught my breath. Prolonging it, it seemed, was well worth the effort.
There is something to be said for being patient…or being made to be patient. Whichever may be the case…very hot post.
You may be right…I may have to try this patience thing more often.
Thank you. 🙂
Great restraint you showed. It paid off indeed for you and your readers
I repeated the performance last night, too. Showing restraint paid off in the end. 😉
You make masturbation sound *amazing*, girl.
When done right, it is indeed amazing… 😉
[…] I giggled as we laid back against the pillows. Our pleasure often comes from the other. Side by side in bed with our own toys felt a little clinical. But I really wanted a few orgasms, too, and this kind of mutual masturbation allowed me to have as many as I wanted without needing permission for each one. It felt a little like the old days. […]