Five More [Erotica]
C'mon, baby girl...five more...
I hear my Mistress, my protector, murmur in my ear. She holds me tenderly, stroking my breast, my neck, biting, leaving her mark, her claim. The bite stings only momentarily, then the pain gives way to pleasure. Pleasure at the bite, pleasure at the meaning. I belong.
I feel my back against her breasts, so soft but firm against me. She has my hair in a grip, a perfect grip. Gentle enough for the scene, but firm enough to tell me I'm not going anywhere.
Five more seconds....you can do it...
The encouragement helps. It lets me know that she cares, that she knows I can wait to orgasm. I feel her hand press against mine momentarily before she moves.
That's the beauty of it. It's my own hand on my clit, rubbing circles, stroking my wet mound. I could speed up, reach my climax. But I don't. I wait, like the good girl I am. She knows when it will feel the greatest, when I'll reach the best point.
She's holding me, basking in my whimpers and moans.
Count with me, baby....
So I count, the countdown until the launch of my orgasm.
One
I rub a little more.
Two
I feel her fingers against my hole. She likes to feel me squirt. I hope I don't disappoint.
Three
Getting closer. My hands and body jerk erratically with anticipation.
Four
I feel the knot, the build up, and her fingers teasing me, waiting.
Five. Come for me....
It hits me like a brick, my body shudders, and I throw my head back, crying out in ecstasy, lost in my own fantasy.