Wicked Wednesday: Yes or No?

She laid in bed, the quiet stillness of her bedroom enveloped in darkness. The moon creating just enough light to keep her from sleeping as she tossed and turned. She knew what would help her sleep, but he was away for the night and she knew the rules. She did not need permission to play with herself, but she did need permission to cum. Fumbling in the dark she reached for the phone and texted him. Hoping that he would see it even though it was late.

As she waited she could already feel her body craving the chance, it had not been long but she was the type to crave it often. He always told her that her fire burned brighter than others did, that is why he had to temper it. Soon she felt the familiar vibration and it made her smile.

‘You can start playing. But you may not cum until I send another text telling you yes or no.’

Letting out a sigh, she did as told, figuring he wanted to play as well with her a little. His mind games where some of the best, she never knew how long it would be so she let her mind start to drift to an erotic story she had read earlier that evening,when she knew she should have been working. She pictured a tall sturdy man with dark hair and light eyes approaching her as she sat alone on a beach. She imagined the breeze blowing softly through her hair, her body slimmer than it actually was in real life, clothed in a thin but revealing short dress, and the deafening roar of the thunderous waves crashing in front of her on the shoreline. Lying on top of the sheets, as she glimpsed him in the corner of her mind, her hand slowly eased its way down below the waist of her panties. She started rubbing the hair of her pubic area, playing with it, as her mind kept drifting further.

In the darkness her hand further probed into her female mound, rubbing her pleasure’s center as her mind played out the scenes of him quietly coming and kneeling before her. His blue eyes blazing with passion and want as he reached out to caress her cheek; how he leaned forward and pressed her gently backward until she was lying down on the sand under him. She conjured up imagery of him forcing his tongue hungrily into her mouth, tasting the tears of loneliness on her lips. Sucking her bottom lip between his teeth until it was swollen and pulsing.

Her thighs under the sheets parted slowly as her thumb rubbed her clit and her two fingers penetrated her depths. God how she yearned to be touched; how she needed to be touched. Her tears sprung forth again as her midnight daydream played on. Her man of mystery placing a hand on her breast as his mouth explored her neck, alternating between long sensuous licks and erotic slow nibbles.

She felt herself grow moist both in and out of the dream. Felt his hot breath as he made his way down betwixt her cleavage. Burying his face totally in the midst of her heaving bosom, his tongue tracing her valley until the neckline of her dress presented an obstacle. He slowly pulled up her short dress and eased her out of it, laying her back again on the ground. He stopped for a moment, gazing at her now naked body with raw primal hunger, before diving back down taking her left nipple and part of her huge areola into his mouth, fiercely sucking on it. His left hand wildly and insistently kneaded her right breast while his right hand eased between her lower back and the sand, clutching her to him. She moaned in pleasure. His mouth feeding on her hungrily; his hand squeezing her so tightly. She wanted to be devoured by him. Her hands were all over him in response; in his hair, on his neck, on his back, and pulling him ever tighter to her as she lay there breathless.

As he continued to mouth her, his hand behind her back slid down and separated the cheeks of her ass. She moaned as she realized where he was headed and let out a small gasp as she felt his finger probe her deeply. He slid his finger gently in and out as he slowly pulled away from her chest. He smiled at her coyly as he then adjusted himself so he could slide down the length of her body and eased her legs further apart. She watched in awe as he looked at her down there hungrily and as he put his face within inches of what made her a woman. He took a deep breath appreciating the aroma of her arousal and then slowly started showering her with soft kisses on her inner thigh before working his way back up to her pussy. He kissed her outer lips before spreading her to kiss deeper within. His tongue traced every nook and cranny, sampling all the delights she contained there. He moaned into her sending waves of warmth and pleasure coursing through her body.

His hand was still working her ass as he probed her depths with his tongue…licking, sucking, flicking, nibbling. Her hands pressed his face into her. She did not want to smother him but it was so hard concentrating on that. She wrapped her legs around him resting them on his back while he laid on his stomach feasting on her womanhood. She started to tremble as she felt ecstasy approaching.

In the bed in the silence in the dark, her legs were trembling as she felt her orgasm building. Her arm was getting sore and muscles tight as she stroked herself with ferocity. But in her mind she saw him pull away and smile devilishly and say, “Not yet my love. You will not cum without me in you, feeling your flames engulf me.”

He eased up enough to slide down the jeans he was wearing exposing his erection that would make any average man envious, and then forcefully drove himself into her soaking and awaiting sheath. She groaned loud as he impaled her; partly pain, but mostly pleasure. She wrapped her legs around his waist as he leaned down over her, thrusting powerfully into her, her back grinding into the grains of sand chafing her. But she did not care because her mind could only focus on how tightly he filled her. Waves of electricity that shot through her as he rammed against her cervix. He was grunting and putting all the strength he had into each slam.

By now in bed her arm was on fire. She was rubbing so hard feeling her climax building and building and building, she had almost lost track of listening for her phone till it went off against her head. She scrambled to pick it up with one hand. Swiping her finger across the screen. Reading his words.

‘No. Not till I get home. See you in the morning.’

She let out a groan as her fingers stopped, her body certainly not sated, but relaxed. Pulling her down to sleep knowing that she would rest well, because in the back of her mind she knew she would need it in the morning.

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About scarletrosefox

A late 20's kinky geek. Submissive. Bisexual. Writer. Lover of Corsets. Reviewer.
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5 Responses to Wicked Wednesday: Yes or No?

  1. msbunnywhite says:

    A very powerful tale of denial. Thanks for sharing ๐Ÿ™‚

  2. Very hot, very powerful, very sexy. I love how it started out with her and her fantasy, then only the fantasy and then back to her again. Very well written!

    Rebel xox

  3. KaziG says:

    Very well written!! And oh, how frustrating…! ๐Ÿ˜‰

    ~Kazi xxx

  4. Love this. Love the frustration at the end ..!

  5. l0rdraven says:

    Wonderful piece of erotic ink. To need permission to cum, I love that.One of my favorite mind twists.

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