Page 64 of Just the Tipsy
His lips trail down the side of my neck, then he peels off my top. The top is lined, so I didn’t bother with a bra.
He murmurs something I don’t catch, but it sounds like he likes what he sees. I arch my back when he sucks one of my nipples into his mouth, hard. It’s right at the line of pain and pleasure, which we haven’t explored yet.
“More,” I say. Telling him what I like is second nature at this point.
“More?” He briefly lifts his head before doing the same to my other nipple. “Like that?”
“Yes.” I gasp, sliding my fingers under the neckline of his t-shirt. His skin is warm, almost feverish. “Just like that.”
“You like a little pain, then?” he asks before doing it again. I nod, gripping his hair. “Good to know.”
He makes me squirm for so long that I’m seconds away from shoving down my leggings and touching myself for relief. Thankfully he pulls away, taking his shirt off before pulling down my bottoms.
“All I need you to do is not come,” he says.
I sit up on my elbows, checking to see if he’s kidding. He’s not.
“We’ve spent a whole lot of time trying to get me to come, and now you don’t want me to?” I ask, my eyes skimming over his shoulders and chest. He’s muscular but not chiseled. I prefer him this way.
“Oh, you’re going to.” He kneels between my legs, parting them, his thumbs rubbing over the lace of my panties. “You’re going to be begging to. But you’re going to learn how to hold back.”
I bite my lip as he presses his thumb against my clit through my panties.
“You’re sure?” I ask. Now that I’ve come every time we’ve fooled around, I can’t go without it. And now I don’t know if I can hold back.
It’s a better problem than not being able to come at all, though.
“You trust me?” he asks. I nod. I trust him a terrifying amount. “Then you don’t have to worry.”
He tugs my panties to the side and dips one finger into my pussy. His fingers hit just deep enough to make my toes curl.
“Do you want me to take these off?” I ask, my fingers going to the waistband of my panties.
“Not yet. I like them too much,” he says. “I love all the panties you wear.”
I start to make a mental list of the lingerie sets I could wear around him but my mind goes blank as soon as he presses his tongue to my clit. He can work me up so fast now, one hand holding my panties to the side and the other working in my pussy. I lose myself in the feeling, relaxing the way I only can with him.
Time doesn’t exist — only the feelings he’s pulling out of me. I inch up that hill to the plateau I always linger on before I come, my pussy clenching around his finger. Everything starts to get fuzzy and my chest heaves.
Then, he stops.
“What’s wrong?” I ask, popping my head up.
“I told you not to come. But I didn’t tell you I’d do my best to make you try.” He grins. “I’m going to keep you on edge until you’re begging me to let you come.”
“Oh.” I blink. “Oh.”
He runs his hands up and down my thighs. “Just tell me if you’re close. I think I know, but just to be safe.”
“What if I don’t?” I ask with a smirk. He picks up that I’m just being cheeky and his smile widens even more.
“I wasn’t planning on adding punishment to today’s lesson, but I’m more than happy to teach you how to be a good girl.”
“I’ll be good.” I lift my hips so he can tug my panties off.
“I know you will.” He picks up the wand vibrator and turns it on, cycling through the settings before settling on one of the lower ones.
He tests the toy on my outer lips, just gauging my reaction, before circling my clit. I press my thighs apart further so he can put it where I want it. It’s so good, but so maddening to not have control over where he puts it. Every time I move my hips to get it in one spot, he puts it somewhere else.
