“The pizza will be here in forty-five minutes.Do you need longer?”He removed the stack of magazines that had been on top of the coffee table.“After you take off your clothes, get on here.”
She put down her glass, untouched.“Your requests continue to get more outrageous.”
“Unless you want to be naked when the pizza delivery person arrives, I suggest you get on with it.”
“I’m not quite sure what to do.”
“The next time we have phone sex, I want to be able to picture what you’re doing,” he said.“Do what you normally do.”
“When you mentioned before that you wanted to watch me, you threatened to provide pointers.”
“Don’t think I won’t.”
Lara stood then pulled off her dress and draped it over the arm of the chair.Her bra and panties matched, but today she’d chosen briefs.Though he generally preferred skimpy lingerie, he appreciated how classy they looked as well as how nicely she filled them out.
Swaying a little to the classic love song, she reached back and unfastened her bra.As the chilled air whispered over her skin, he watched her nipples tighten.
He expected her to shimmy out of her panties, but she didn’t.Instead she cupped her breasts, pushing them together, lifting them.Closing her eyes, she tipped her head and let her hair fall down her back.He could imagine coming home to this every night.
His cock stirred.
Determined not to be focused on his own needs, he propped one knee on the opposing leg then picked up his glass of wine.
While still holding her breasts cupped together, she rolled her nipples, then pulled on them like he might, hard, then harder.
He looked away to take a drink.
She sighed so softly, he wasn’t sure he’d actually heard it.But she made the same sound again when she twisted her nipples.
“You like that?”he asked.
“I do.”
“Don’t stop.”He went to the playroom for a pair of lightweight nipple clamps.“You’ll like these,” he said when he returned.
“I used clothespins a couple of times, but I hated them when they twisted.”
“These won’t do that.”They were alligators, joined by a lightweight chain.They wouldn’t stand up to a lot of tugging, but for extra pressure while she was masturbating, they’d probably be ideal.“May I?”
She held her breasts for him, and he couldn’t resist the opportunity to squeeze her nipples, loving the feel of her flesh between his fingers.Emboldened from the way he’d seen her torment them, he gave a much more brutal twist.
“Oh, Sir.”She moaned, actually pulling away to increase the pressure.
He smelled her arousal.
“My clit is throbbing,” she admitted.
“So’s my dick.”
She looked at him, at his crotch.Unexpectedly, she reached for him.“It is,” she said, stroking him.
“Hands off,” he warned.
“And if I don’t?”
“I’ll withhold your orgasm.”
“I’d prefer a spanking,” she said.
