I’m addicted to the look on her face when we’re out and I start being difficult. teasing her. maybe it’s mean of me but it’s just so much fun, seeing her reactions when I’m whispering the filthiest things imaginable into her ear. to me dirty talk is part of foreplay. I love knowing I can turn her on before we’re even home, completely ruining her without even touching her, because why wouldn't I? I don’t care where we are or who’s around we could be standing in the middle of a crowded bar or some boring party and I’ll just lean in. my hand perfectly polite on her waist but my mouth? my mouth is saying things that would make the people around us choke on their drinks. I love watching her try to keep it together. I’ll whisper exactly how I’m going to stretch her out later or how I’m going to make her beg until her throat is raw. and then I’ll do that thing where I’m faking sympathy. "are you okay princess? you look so flushed. Is it too hot in here for you?" I know it’s not the room. I can feel the heat radiating off her in waves. I’ll act dumb about it. "you’re shaking baby. do you need to sit? or do you just need me to stop talking?". she just bites her bottom lip, the one I’m going to bruise later and tries to breathe through her nose. It’s so satisfying. I’ve already won and we haven’t even left the building. but the second we’re home and the front door clicks shut the polite act drops. I carry her immediately to my bed "look at you” my voice dropping an octave now that we’re alone. "you were so desperate back there. pathetic really. did you think I didn't notice you squirming every time I described what I'm going to do to you sweetheart?" I slide my hand down feeling how wet I’ve made her. "wow look at this mess." I slide my fingers on the damp silk of her panties, pulling the fabric aside. "you’re absolutely dripping, all that just from a few words? you’re such a greedy little thing” I don't wait for an answer. I finally take her clothes off, pushing her legs apart. I want her to feel how cold the air is against all that heat I built up. I push my fingers inside her "tell me is this what you wanted? for me to find you like this? all worked up and useless?" "please" she gasps "please I can't I need you" hips moving, looking for more friction "I’m right here baby I’m all yours” dipping two fingers into her. I start a slow, torturous rhythm, my thumb grinding against her clit with a cruel kind of precision. "but first, I want you to thank me. thank me for making you wait. thank me for making you so wet you can't even think straight." I pick up the pace, my dirty talk getting faster more graphic, matching the wet sounds of my fingers working inside her. I’m not being gentle. I’m taking exactly what I spent all night earning "that's it scream for me. let the whole neighborhood know how much of a mess you are for me" I don't stop until she’s shaking “there she is, go ahead baby cum for me, that’s it” won’t stop until she’s sobbing my name while she cums. I brush the damp hair from her forehead, admiring the beautiful mess I made with nothing but my voice. "such a good girl for me" I say “I told you I’d ruin you tonight didn't I? now stay right there while I decide exactly how I'm going to break you next” after all I didn't spend all night teasing her just to stop now. I’m nowhere near done with her yet.
