Locked together
Added 2022-01-04 11:01:09 +0000 UTCYour partner gave you instruction with room to interpret: "Pleasure me.", and a command to not cum until they do.
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It felt good, to be held like this. Softly, but securely, on their lap, facing them. Looking them in the eyes. Your bodies’ contact sending sparks through one another. And although they were squirming with pleasure, just like you; they were in control of this.
Their voice was the one that was filling your mind. Their hands were dictating the rhythm and the flow of it all. All you could do was give them pleasure, which in turn gave you pleasure. A cycle that spurred you on further and further. Desperate for more.
And their smile, their gasps, their moans, were the symphony that accompanied your every action. They were in control. They set the tempo, but their overall instruction left room for interpretation, and so you were free to give them pleasure however you could.
And before long, their grip, which had been soft, was firm. Their moans were faster. The two of you were locked together. You wanted, no - You needed to cum. But you couldn’t. Their control over your mind held you back. You could finish when they finished. And that would be soon.
