T is for touching
I awoke to feel his fingers on my nipples, gently pinching, stroking. Lying for a while, eyes closed I allowed the feelings of arousal to wash over me. Then I opened my eyes and looked at him, his response was to move my hand to his cock. Still flaccid to the touch, I stroked the soft skin of his cock and balls.
Gradually his cock came to life, and grew in my hand. His fingers moved from my nipple to my clitoris, he stroked the inner labia, flicked the pierced hood. All the time my hand continued to work his hard cock. He sat up and leaned down, spreading my legs wider. I felt his tongue exploring where his fingers had been, and his fingers back on my left nipple.
I released his cock from my hand. Unable to concentrate on anything else but what he was doing to me. The orgasm began to build in me and I concentrated on that too. As the climax grew close I concentrated on keeping it at bay.
Permission to cum was sought, and granted, but with the usual count down. I reached for his cock again, something to divert my mind, to prevent the inevitable. Until he reached 2 and I allowed myself to be absorbed by the impending orgasm, which at 0 overwhelmed me.
He wasn’t finished though. Pushing inside my wet pussy he took his pleasure and gave me more. Pulling out there was more to come. He instructed me to hold my pussy lips open and stroke myself while he watched. To touch my piercing, stroke myself and show him how I masturbate. Another orgasm followed, as his hands took over again. Finally he pushed inside me again. His orgasm, my prize followed soon after.
The importance of touch………
