Stories for L. I

[JonCierzo]

Close your eyes. Lie down on the bed, face up.

You hear me approaching. You feel my warmth. You can’t see me, only imagine my skin close to yours, my lips… I’m near, but you can’t touch me. A whisper in your ear:

—Are you ready?

You wet your lips with your tongue and answer, nervous.

You feel me moving away, and you frown in confusion. But you sense my weight shifting on the bed. I’m not far. Suddenly, a caress. The tips of my fingers touch your ankles. The touch excites your skin. My fingers climb, confident yet subtle, tracing every inch of your legs. They linger on your thighs, drawing circles in rhythm with your breath. They approach your lips, juicy, longing… but betrayingly ignore them.

My fingers move up and down your thighs, getting closer and closer without crossing the line. You feel a tickle in your groin, my warmth over your body. You can’t see me, but my gaze is fixed on you, attentive to every sensation, every reaction…

I spread my hands on your waist and climb up your hips, your belly, gripping you firmly. You shudder at the unexpected touch of my desire. I kiss your mound with tenderness while my hands continue exploring your body, reaching your breasts.

I place my hands gently on them, following the rhythm of your breathing, feeling how your chest rises, how your heart races with each touch of my lips. You bite your lip. I lift my gaze and look at you, smiling.

—Do you like it?

You answer with a sigh, a slight tilt of your neck in affirmation.

I pinch your nipples firmly and smile, playful. Your skin bristles, and you let out a moan. And suddenly, I disappear again.

You stop feeling my touch, my weight, my warmth. You know I’m up to something. Excitement and uncertainty take over your thoughts. A slight scratch here, a touch there… Something wet tracing your navel. My tongue glides over your belly, up your chest. Kisses, saliva, heat…

A bite on your neck. Another sigh.

My hands lift your arms above your head. You open your eyes and see me, staring at you, above you, just inches from your lips. Smiling at you, never looking away. While one hand holds your arms, the other subtly glides down your skin.

I feel the moisture between your legs. I gently stroke your lips, parting them with my fingers, never breaking eye contact. Paying attention to every reaction.

I slide my fingers inside, slowly. I feel your clit and play with it gently. Almost without realizing it, as if your desire had taken control over your reason, you spread your legs, silently asking for more.

At that moment, I bite your neck wildly, and my fingers get lost inside you.

My erection grazes your belly. You feel it. You sense my warmth, my wetness.

—Do you like it? Do you want me to fuck you?

—Yes…

—Beg me.

—Fuck me, please…

I spread your legs, grab your arms with both hands, and look at you. My gaze locked onto yours as my cock teases near you.

Slowly, inch by inch, I penetrate you without breaking eye contact. Unable to stop myself. Not wanting to stop myself.

My cock slides inside you as if we were made for each other. You feel my heat stretching you, begging for more and more. Your hips convulse with the contact of my body. You feel my entire length inside you. How it reaches deep.

At that moment, I stop. I rise above you and look at you mischievously.

My hands firmly grasp your thighs. You hear a command:

—Use your hands. I want you to touch yourself. I want to see you cum.

With my cock inside, you play with your clit, with your nipples.

When you think you can’t take anymore, when your breathing is so fast your face turns red, you see me smile, and I say:

—But you can’t cum. Not yet.

I grab your nipples with one hand, the other around your neck. My cock drives deep.

—I want you to forget everything else when you cum.

—But I won’t make it easy for you. Give me your hands.

Obediently, you offer your hands. You watch as I take out some ropes and tie your wrists. The other end to the headboard. So ***, so aroused… a goddess at my mercy.

As I do this, you move your hips in circles, enjoying my cock inside you. Misbehaving. Wanting more and more.

A spank on your thigh makes you stop.

—Not yet —I say.

I take out a satin blindfold and cover your eyes.

I caress your face, grip your neck, and bite your lip with passion.

I start moving my hips, pushing you to the limit once again. Your breasts rise and fall. You arch your back. Your nipples, hard.

Blind again. You can only feel every caress, every movement of my hips.

Something hard and cold clamps onto your nipples. Clamps, connected by a chain. I pull with one hand on your hip. *** and pleasure blend, blurring the boundaries.

Another moan.

Then you hear a hum. A vibration.

Something starts vibrating on your belly and moves down to your clit.

The ropes on your wrists. The blindfold on your eyes. The clamps, with their cold, taut chain on your nipples. The vibrator between your legs. And the heat of my cock inside you.

—You are mine.

You start moaning loudly. You’re about to cum.

—I’m going to cum… Please, let me cum…

Then I pull the chain on your nipples, slap your thighs, and thrust deep with my cock.

*** and pleasure become one.

—Not yet. You can’t cum yet.

—If you cum, it will be worse.

—Please, let me cum…

And I start over.

I increase the vibration. I spit on your pussy to make you even wetter. I savor what I see.

You start moaning. More and more.

And then, finally, you hear what you were waiting for:

—Cum.

A scream escapes your chest. A lightning bolt runs through your body, disconnecting your mind completely.

Forgetting all your worries.

When the pleasure overtakes you, and you think you’re losing control, I pull the chain, turn the vibrator to max power, and thrust deep again.

Another orgasm. Stronger than the first.

Your body convulses. Your legs tremble.

Your mind collapses.

You can’t take anymore.

But you can’t escape.

You don’t want to escape.

There is only pleasure.

Another orgasm.

And another.

—You are mine.

I pull out of you, completely soaked in you.

And without letting you breathe, I push it into your mouth.

—Clean it. Not a single drop left.

—The End—