“You’re wet for me,” I say. “You liked your punishment, didn’t you?”
“Yes.” Cynthia moans as I move my finger around her clit, without actually touching it. “Yes, I did.”
“Good,” I say.
I start to tease her by sliding my finger inside her, just a bit, then pulling it out, all while I move my other hand to massage her breast. When I catch her nipple between two of my fingers and pull on it, Cynthia gasps and arches her back. Her bottom pushes harder against my groin, and I can’t hold back my own moan.
“I want more,” Cynthia gasps. “Please, I want more.”
“I’m going to give you more,” I say. “But I’m going to take my time. You have to be patient.”
Cynthia grinds herself against my hand, and I can tell patience is going to be hard for her. I grin to myself. I’ll just have to teach her the beauty of waiting.
I pull my hand away from her, smiling at her little mewl of protest. Then I sit back on my haunches, pulling her up so she’s on her knees, but her back is straight.
I stand up and walk towards the couch. I sit down and look down at her, kneeling in front of me. Her brow is furrowed in confusion as she looks up at me.
“Do you want me to touch you more?” I ask.
“Yes,” Cynthia says.
“Show me,” I say. “Show me how you want me to touch you.”
For a second, she goes still. Then, her tongue flicks out and she licks her lips as they spread into a sultry smile.
“Daddy,” she whispers. “I want you to touch me like this.”
She places her palm flat against her stomach, then slides it down into her panties. I feel a fog of desire overtake me as I watch her stroke herself, her mouth opening in a delicate gasp of delight as she discovers just how sensual it is to touch herself while I watch.
She keeps stroking her flesh with one hand and slides the other hand up to tug her bra to the side, so that one pert pink nipple is revealed. She rolls it between her fingers and moans. Then she starts to move her hips in a rhythm against her own hand.
I imagine her, over here, alone in her apartment, touching herself like this, night after night, all while I daydreamed about her in my own house.
“Good girl,” I whisper.
Her eyes had been closed as she lost herself in the feeling, but she opens them and the bright sparks of blue lock on me.
She pulls her hand out of her underwear and scoots closer until she’s kneeling right in between my knees. She places her hands on my thighs and looks up at me, begging me with her expression to take her in whatever way I want.
“Could you touch me like that?” she asks. “Please, Daddy.”
I reach forward and massage her nipple. Cynthia presses herself closer to me.
Unable to resist, she reaches out towards my belt buckle. She has my pants unbuttoned and unzipped before I grip her wrists.
She looks up at me with emotion clouding her eyes. “I want to touch you.”
“You will,” I say. “But I want us to take our time.”
Cynthia gives me an expression that is almost a pout, and I can’t help but laugh.
“You’re so eager,” I say. “I like that.”
“I want you,” Cynthia says.
I move my hands to her hips and pull at her. “Stand up.”
She does, and with me sitting and her standing, my face is level with her stomach. I slide her underwear off and she steps out of them. Then I reach up and unclasp her bra. It joins the rest of her clothes on the floor.
Cynthia is breathing heavily, and I can tell just by grazing one finger between her legs that she is extremely aroused.
“What now?” she asks.
“Now I’m going to get on my knees,” I say.
I keep my hands planted on her hips, and I slide off the couch to my knees. I nuzzle at the soft down of hair at the apex of her legs, and then gently push her thighs apart so that my mouth has access to her.
I caress her with my tongue, flicking around her clit and enjoying the moans she’s emitting. When I find a particularly sensitive spot, she buries her hands in my hair and tugs gently. I too am aroused by certain pain, and I start to suck at her with more fervor.
When she’s quivering, I move my mouth up and rise to standing, putting my hand where my mouth was and giving my tongue’s attention to her nipples.
Cynthia’s hands float to my loosened jeans, and the brushes against my erection. There’s no doubt as to what she wants, but I didn’t bring a condom. I curse my idiocy as she pulls at my boxer briefs.
“Oh, please, I need you,” Cynthia pants. “All of you.”
“I know, sweetheart, but I can’t go inside you.” I cover her cheek and jawline with kisses. “I don’t have protection.”
Cynthia nods and presses her naked body against my chest. “It’s ok, I know my dates.”
“You’re sure?” I ask.
“Yes, yes.” Cynthia pulls away and I see her eyes are laser-focused as she does some quick math. “I’m very regular, and this is fine. It’s not a risk.”
I pause to give her more time to think it over, but then she stands on her tiptoes and presses her mouth firmly against mine.
I grip her buttocks in my hands and pull her against me. All of a sudden, I’m the impatient one. As her tongue flicks in and out of my mouth, my body is on fire with the need to be inside her.
I pull away from her just enough to tear my shirt off. Cynthia’s enthusiastic hands rove all over my chest.
I back away towards the couch, kicking off my jeans and boxers as I do so.
I stroke her clit again,
