*insert frustrated moaning*
[long post ahead, sorry!]
Every now and then, my girlfriend has energy for some more intense play. Last night, that energy turned into an infinitely long teasing session. Or that's what it felt like. I have no clue about the actual clock.
It started out as casual sex, but very soon she noticed that my nipples were super sensitive, and I let out tiny whimpers at even the lightest touch. She straddled me and started fondling my breasts and licking and sucking my nipples ever so lightly, switching sides every now and then so I never went numb. In no time I was writhing and moaning under her like crazy. When she got tired of using her mouth, she started slowly tracing a finger in circles around my breast, let it spiral closer and closer to my nipple, almost touching, but then pulling away. Some times she would swiftly brush across a nipple, eliciting a deep gasp from me, but that was it. The bastard kept her trademark evil grin on through the whole session; she really likes to tease me.
When I had been reduced to a sweaty, moaning, whimpering pile of need with the occasional quiet shreaking sound thrown in, she started to move lower. Her hands would trail onto my stomach, thighs, feet... and after a good while, a finger finally touched my panties – unsurprisingly drenched by now.
She moved to sit between my legs, and started the same process as with my breasts: through the panties, one finger tracing sloooooow circles around my mound, inner thighs, outlining my pussy, and never really touching but very closely circling my labia and aching clit. After only a minute of this I was sure I would explode if she went on any longer. That's when she took off the panties.
That touch of a fingertip on my bare pussy was more intense than I could have ever imagined. In that moment, everything else ceased to exist. The former procedure of those damn circles was repeated, but this time she took small pauses to gently squeeze my outer lips, give my clit the tiniest tap, or tease my poor hole by excruciatingly pushing half an inch of her finger inside and pulling it out again, sometimes bringing the finger to my mouth so I could taste myself, taste how much I loved it.
If having my pussy touched was incredible, feeling a tongue finally trail over it was beyond words. She carefully explored every inch of me, gradually adding more speed and pressure as she concentrated more and more on my clit, sucking on it harder, I could feel a buildup inside me – and then she stopped. I'm almost sure my screech could be heard outside the room. Not even glancing up, she continued right where she had left, and stopped again. She edged me like this for about a dozen times, often reaching for my nipples for some extra stimulation.
Finally, she grabbed both my nipples and squeezed them hard, burying her face in my crotch and sucking my clit with full force. I threw my head back, knowing that this time I'd cum. I felt the pressure, clawed on the bedsheets, lifted my hips in the air moaning – and half a second before I toppled over screaming, all stimulation stops. My girlfriend is staring at me from between my legs, giving me that grin again. She gets up and wipes her mouth. I moan hard in despair. She grins wider.
”So, how about you lick me to an orgasm now and then we could try to sleep? It's actually getting pretty late.”
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So yep, I didn't get to cum. Results? I've been very, very wet all day, I'm thinking about sex 90% of the time, and in the morning bus to work I was actually turned on by the bus seat shaking on a bumpy road. Talk about needy.
Ah, denial. It's nice to be back.