He knows I can cum countless times. He describes it as a volcano – it takes time for the build up, but once I erupt, I don’t stop until I’m completely spent. He enjoys helping me erupt
Lying on the bed together, quiet, savoring the fact that we’re together in the same space, he never says a word as his hand traces a path across my breast down my stomach to my mons. His fingers press lightly against my flesh; goosebumps cover my body. My legs part slightly, granting him further access.
His fingertip sinks into my heat, already oozing with desire. Gently, he presses into my clitoris. I hiss between my teeth, my back arching off the bed. He circles the hard nub before stroking my lips. I hear his grunt of satisfaction as he discovers just how wet I am for him.
His hands play my pussy like an instrument. My gasps and moans sweet music to his ears. Unusually gentle with my body, I writhe under his touch. Stuttering and whispering, I begin to beg.
“Oh, oh…Daddy, Daddy, Daddeeeeeeeee….”
“Yes, babygirl?” He knows what I need, but he requires that I ask properly.
“Oh, Daddy, Daddy, please please pleeeeeeeeeease….mmmmm, oh, oh, Daddy, Daddy, pleasemayIcummmmmmmmmmmmm?”
I half-gasp, half-scream my plea in one breath. My legs clench together in an effort not to cum without permission. My eyes roll back in my head as my body burns under his hand.
“Yes, babygirl, cum for me.”
Screaming and thrashing, my pussy convulses, spasming as I feel myself erupt like the volcano he calls me. Hot milky lava pours out of my body, splashing his hand and my thighs. The sound of his satisfied chuckle fills my ears.
For a moment, he ceases all movement. Watching me twitch and gasp, he waits a moment before starting again…