i want her sitting pretty on my lap, back to my chest, my strap perfectly still inside her while i lazily rub her clit. my other arm wrapped tight around her waist to keep her from squirming, holding her exactly where i want her. her head resting against my shoulder, parted lips right by my ear so i can hear every little sound she's fighting to keep inside. she’ll be trying so hard not to move, her nails digging into my forearm, thighs trembling every time my fingers drag a little too slow. "you're doing so good for me, baby. just breathe. i've got you."
i want to turn my face towards hers and watch her chase my mouth on instinct, bringing my hand up to her throat to stop her in her tracks. tightening my grip as she tries to reach my lips again, "uh-uh. what do you say, angel?" just to hear how breathless she sounds when she begs before cutting her off with the kiss she's so desperate for. murmuring against her mouth how much i love having her like this, how well she's doing, how good she feels wrapped around me. "aww, i can feel you clenching down. you like when i talk to you like that? when i tell you what a good girl you are? what, are you gonna cum? just from that? go ahead then, princess, youve earned it. cum for me."
i want to feel it hit her, almost instantly, her body tensing in my arms while i talk her through every wave. "that's it, baby, just like that. fuck, look at you." my hand on her throat will soften, thumb stroking over her pulse while i tell her to breathe, to let it happen, that she's okay. i'll kiss the corner of her mouth, her cheek, her jaw, letting her ride it out until she goes all soft against my chest.
and then, when she's still catching her breath, thinking she's safe, i want to tighten my grip and start thrusting up into her. slow at first, enough to savor the noises she'd let out, far too fucked to filter a single thing coming out of her mouth. and then harder, unrelenting, until her eyes are rolling back and she's limp in my arms. i'll grab the wand i had placed nearby, turning it on before holding it against her. she’ll jolt, whine my name, try to twist away even as her hips instinctively roll down to meet each thrust. "shh, i know, baby. i know it's a lot. you can take it. i'm not done with you."
