Morning had come once again and once
again, she didn't really want to get up. Her bed was comfy and the quilt
covering her naked body felt soft as she stretched. She was just trying to
convince herself that she ought to get out of bed when she remembered the night
before. He had sent her to bed with a specific task and she was afraid that she
had failed him in that. She was supposed to bring herself to orgasm with her
hands, pretending they were his hands. She had tried. She had slipped beneath
the covers and had begun to run her hands over her body, teasing it like he
would. The smell of her arousal had filled the space beneath the blankets and
her eyes had slipped shut as she appreciated the softness of her own skin.
Except, her eyes had never re-opened. She had fallen into a deep and satisfying
sleep before she could complete her task. Stretching again, she realized just
how satisfying her sleep must have been or more accurately, how satisfying her
dreams must have been. Her skin was warm and pliant and as she shifted, she
could feel the dampness between her legs rub onto her thighs. She was tightly
built in that area and for her arousal to have spread out past the soft folds
was surprising, even to her. She pouted a bit, wishing she could remember just
what she'd dreamed about the night before.
Pulling the blanket up under her
chin, she smiled and wondered what he was doing right now. He was probably
sound asleep. That was the problem with time differences. There was a bit of
the devilish imp inside her that wished she could call and wake him up. She
knew just what she'd do and how much he'd love listening to her. Closing her
eyes, she let her hands drift down over her body. Her skin was so soft and
warm. While she didn't usually enjoy touching herself this way, somehow it was
different when it was for him. She could appreciate the curves of her body and
the smoothness of her skin. Her body was responsive and it didn't take long for
the arousal between her legs to spread throughout her body. Her soft hands
glided over her chest and down to her thighs. One hand slipped between and she
moaned out loud to feel just how wet she was there. Her fingers caressed
alongside the ring that was hidden there, rubbing against the flesh beneath.
With her other hand, she teased and tweaked her nipples, twisting and tugging
on them. Her moans filled the air as she drove herself to the orgasm that
she had missed the night before. Suddenly it wasn't enough. She needed to feel
him inside of her but he wasn't there. Her toy bag was though and reaching next
to the bed, she pulled out one of her glass toys. It wasn't him but she would
make it work. She owed him that orgasm and she was frantic to be sure she gave
it to him.
She slipped the toy under the edge
of her body, warming the cold glass against her skin while her fingers
continued teasing and stroking over her body. When she just couldn't stand
another minute without him, she took it and in one smooth stroke, buried it deep inside of her. She gasped, her hips arching up to draw the now warm glass
deeper inside of her. She was desperate now. She wanted to feel him plunging
deep inside of her. No, she needed to feel it. She needed him. The sounds
coming from her now were a series of moans and whimpers. Her fingers wrapped
around the base of the toy as she plunged it in and out of her dripping warmth.
Her other hand left her nipples and traveled down to press her ring against the
plunging glass. She could feel the heat pooling deep inside of her and her eyes
flew open as the first wave of the orgasm hit her. She froze and his name
slipped past her lips as her hands fell limply to the bed.
Her body contented, she curled back
up under the blanket, daydreaming about the upcoming weeks and where this
journey of lust would end up when they were finally face to face. She had just
convinced herself again to get out of bed when her phone went off. It was him.
Somehow, she always knew when the message would be from him. He asked about her
morning, which brought yet another smile to her face. He cared as much or maybe
more about her than he did the sex. That was a nice change from so many of the
men that she knew. She was honest with him and told him that it had been a good
morning and that she was still naked in bed. Considering the time, she wasn't
surprised when this got his attention. He asked just what she'd been doing all
naked in bed and again, she was honest with him. She told him that she'd been
enjoying herself for him and that she was just about to head to the shower. She
wasn't expecting his next text message where he told her to get on her hands
and knees and do it all over again.
She expected to be embarrassed, but
instead, she found herself turned on all over again. She loved when he would
give her orders. She was really meant to serve and it gave her great pleasure
to do the things that he demanded of her. She only confirmed that he wanted it
done now and not later before she sat her things aside that she had gathered
for her shower. Rolling over, she rested her cheek on the pillow and slid her
fingers down between her legs. She had never done anything like this before and
wasn't quite sure how it would feel. Much to her surprise, she found herself
moaning in pure pleasure as her fingers slid over her clit. Closing her eyes,
she stroked along it, moaning and imagining him there watching her. Her body
was already so sensitive from her earlier play session that in what seemed like
only moments, she was reaching again for the toy to see how it would fit inside
her from this angle.
Her eyes flew open as the toy slid
open and she silently thanked him for giving her this experience. This felt
beyond good. This felt right. She found that by holding it in place, she could
rock back against it and it was almost as if he were there with her. The
feeling was incredible and within moments, she could feel her body begin to pulse
around the hardness deep inside of her. His name was like a chant on her lips
as her orgasm exploded deep inside of her. Her legs buckled and she fell to the
bed in a twitching pile of aftershocks. She knew that she needed to let him
know that she'd followed his orders so she reached one hand out until it found
her phone. It took her about four tries to get the text written because her
eyes were foggy and her body was still twitching. She managed however and his
response gave her a smile that stayed with her all day.
There really was nothing like
serving a man who knew just how to please not only himself but her as well...
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