Page 5 of Jewel

His roughly whispered words were so loud in the silence; the only other sounds were the whimpers escaping me on every huffed breath.

“Yes, please. Please.” The words left my lips; the urge to say whatever I needed to just so that he would touch me was one I couldn’t control. I needed him to touch me.

“Do you promise to stay still? I want to touch you. I want to give you what you want, but you must stay still. Can you promise me that?”

I didn’t even hesitate. “Yes, I promise.”

“Good girl.”

His fingers moved further down burning a path across my skin. They slipped down either side of my clit pulling on the bundle of nerves. The tightening of the skin across my clit drew a low moan from me; my knees almost buckled with the need to widen my legs, to spread my thighs open for him, to let him have as much access as he needed. I remembered at the last second not to move and my fingers pulled down on his neck, tangling in his hair. My thighs trembled as his fingers slid up and down, scissoring over my clit, working their way further and further down. Finally he reached down far enough that his palm ground into me, my hard clit throbbing with each push and pull.

“You’re so wet my fingers are slipping right through you. Do you like it? Are my fingers making you feel good?”

My head lolled forward as my chest burned. Gasping from the hard pinch to my nipple, my head snapped back, dropping onto his shoulder. The shock of pleasure to my clit was met by a thrust of his hand, as his fingers pushed into me.

“Are my fingers making you feel good? I need an answer.”

“Yes, your fingers are... good, I feel good. I...” My words trailed off as he moved his palm in circles over my clit, massaging. Wetness was running down my thighs, my mouth hung open, the room faded away.

“Would you like to cum? Would you like for me to put my tongue right...” His hand slid up so that his fingers were over my clit, pinching and pulling. “...here?”

I couldn’t take it anymore, I had to move. I twisted my hips from side to side, trying to get his fingers to move just a little more. My ass was grinding back into him, his cock digging into my ass cheeks.

“Yes please, please I need to cum, please make me cum. I need your mouth, your tongue please.”

His hands left my pussy and my breast. A whimper escaped me as the cold dampness of my panties touched my hot pussy, everything clenching, pulling away. The whimper turned into a sharp inhalation as he scooped me up bridal style and carried me to the bed, laying me down in the center in nothing but my lingerie and heels. He knelt on the bed beside me, knees near my rib cage, looming over me.

“Lift your hips.”

Doing as he ordered, I quickly pushed my bottom half up the best I could, my palms pushing into the quilt by my hips. He leaned forward over me, his eyes hungry as they stared down at me. His fingers slid beneath the sides of my panties and slowly dragged them down my hips, then my thighs, keeping them wrapped just above my knees. The wet fabric left tracks on my skin, the cool air kissing my now damp inner thighs.

“Hold onto the headboard.”

I tilted my head back and glanced at the headboard, quickly grabbing hold of one of the wooden bars, before looking up at him. He was examining my body, eyes tracing my arms, lingering on my breasts, over my stomach, down to my uncovered pussy. His tongue slowly rolled along his lower lip as he took in what I was sure was a wet pink pussy. His eyes burned a path down my thighs, stopping on my panties. I dragged my gaze away from him and tilted my head to see what he was seeing. Wet black panties. My pussy clenched at the evidence of just how aroused I was by this stranger.

“Cross your ankles.”

Lifting my right leg as high as my panties would let me, I dropped it over the top of my left leg. My pussy felt too swollen, too hot. Wetness smearing further down my thighs. I felt it running from my slit down to it. Gathering at the base of the toy that filled me. My body involuntarily clenched, heat flaring from the back of my pelvis, rolling straight through my core to my clit.My head dropped back, a quiet moan leaving me as my mouth hung open, riding the heavy throb deep within my pussy.

“Do not open your thighs. You can make as much noise as you like though.”

His words brought me back from the edge a second before I felt his tongue forcing its way into my confined pussy, the tip reaching my clit and nothing else. A white hot pleasure flowed from where his tongue toyed with me, down into my pussy, up into my chest, rolling up over my neck. My mouth opened wider as my lungs filled with air, a long moan leaving me.

My hips ground up into his face, forcing his nose further between my thighs as my whole body worked toward finding my orgasm. Fingers gripping the bar above my head, I flicked my head to the side pushing my face into my arm. My moans came louder, faster. I could feel it, it was right there. My pussy was tightening around nothing, my clit humming almost painfully, straining up. My hips wanted to rotate out, opening up so that my thighs would separate and my pussy would be more available, slit more accessible. Abs crunching as I tilted my pelvis up almost desperately.

“Please, please. I need to cum, please. Oh god, I just, yes, right there, harder please. I need it, I need you. Please, let me cum. Please.”

But his tongue, it stayed the same, just barely playing with my clit. He flicked it back and forth, only applying enough pressure to torture me. He didn’t touch me otherwise, his hands either side of my hips holding him up from me, as his knees pressed into the bed near my shoulders. Forcing my eyes open, I looked down my body and realized that he was still completely clothed except for his cock, which was just out of reach of my mouth. I turned my gaze to his face, watching the underside of his jaw as he continued to open mouth kiss my clit. I was breathing through my mouth, panting. Everything I had was focused onmy clit, on just getting it further into his mouth. On grinding into him. On cumming. He lifted up just the tiniest bit, staring down at my wet pussy.

“Keep begging me. Tell me how much you want to cum and maybe I’ll let you.”

I didn’t care how desperate I sounded.

“I need it so bad; my pussy is aching. Please let me cum. Please make me cum. Slide a finger into me. Just one, all I need is one. I just need something in me. Please, I need to cum. I need it right now. I need it please...”

I continued to beg, my head tossing from side to side. I just needed that last little bit, it was right there, I could almost, it was just there, just out of reach. A beep and a click sounded distantly as I felt him move above me. He re-adjusted his body so that he was laying over me, his body pressing into mine, as he supported himself on one elbow, his hard cock glistening with precum pressing into my arm. His mouth lifted from my clit only to be replaced with a finger as it quickly slid over the top of it, then down into my slit. His tongue was back on my clit before I could even protest the changes, his finger sliding into me as he sucked my clit into his mouth, flicking his tongue over it. My eyes flew open as a silent scream left me, my heart pounding in my chest as my eyes found Husband standing over the bed, watching me as I exploded apart. My pussy clenched again and again, heat curling up my back, breasts pulling tight, as the stranger drew it out, never letting up on my clit, finger relentlessly pumping in and out of me. My head came up off the bed, abs crunching as the extended orgasm left my fingers and toes filled with pins and needles. My lungs ached as the delicious burn that pulsed through my pussy stopped me from taking a breath.

Slowly he pulled back, finger slipping free of my slit, mouth releasing my clit. I sucked in a huge breath, shuddering as my oversensitive clit was brushed by his retreating lips. He pushedup and sat back on his heels as he looked down at me with a smile on his face. He glanced up at Husband, while resting his hand on my thigh, wet fingers pressing into my skin.

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