Oblivion.
He pushes the straps of my bra off my shoulders and it falls away from my body and onto the floor by my feet.
My breathing has shortened and I’m acutely aware that I’m making gentle panting noises in the back of my throat.
I feel the air move behind me, then Kit’s arms encircle me and he cups my breasts with his hands, using his thumbs to flick over my, now very hard, nipples.
His breath feathers along the side of my neck, right where my pulse is beating an excited rhythm, and it’s the most delicious thing ever.
Exquisite sensations ripple through me as he plays with my nipples, giving them little pinches, then soothing them with circular gentle strokes. I’ve always loved having my breasts touched and he’s clearly not forgotten this.
There are echoes of pleasure deep inside my pussy.
I want to feel him there too, but I know I’m going to have to be patient. Kit was never one to rush things.
Just as I start to think I might actually come from the attention he’s giving to my breasts, he slides his hands away from them and trails his fingers down my stomach to where the band of my knickers meets my body.
I let out an involuntary moan of pleasure as my whole body shudders in anticipation.
He laughs quietly behind me, the vibration of the sound resonating on my neck.
‘I’m loving seeing you so wound up for this,’ he murmurs against my skin.
My heart gives an extra hard thump as he walks his fingers lower, down over the front of my underwear to where there’s a definite dampness now, from how much this slow exploration is turning me on.
He plays his fingertips up and down the line of my pussy, skirting gently over my clit and making me squirm with the need to be touched with more pressure there.
Before I can push myself harder into his caress, he skims his fingers higher again and I have to bite back a moan of frustration.
But he only leaves me hanging for a few seconds, before I feel his fingertips breach the elastic of my knickers as he slips his hand inside them.
This time his touch is firmer. Just how I need it.
And I can’t stop myself from moaning out loud this time.
It feels so good. So, so good.
His fingertips glide over me, lubricated by my desire, and he pushes them deeper into me, opening me up so my clit is exposed and his thumb has full access to it.
My legs twitch as he draws lazy circles around and around it, every now and again brushing fully over the hood and making me shudder with delight.
‘Oh my God,’ I mutter, pressing myself back against his body and discovering how turned on this is making him too. ‘Fuck. That feels amazing.’
To my horror, he suddenly withdraws his hand and pulls it all the way out of my underwear.
‘Huh?’ I practically shout. ‘Don’t stop now!’
Again, he laughs against my neck. ‘Patience, Dasher. No need to get ahead of ourselves here.’
I’m even more horrified when he backs fully away from me, leaving me standing there, panting and needy and alone.
What the hell is his game?
I half want to know and half don’t.
I always loved it when he teased me. It made eventually getting what I wanted, and the resulting orgasm, so much sweeter.
And I’m guessing this is his aim here too.
