LOBO: I feel your body start to tighten, but I’m not ready for you to come yet, so I slide my fingers from your body and drag your fluids up to your clit.
LOBO: My touch is barely there as I tease it out of your hood with light circles.
LOBO: You arch your back to try and get more pressure to the spot, but I keep you pulled tight back against me, my other arm around your waist, my hand splayed against your stomach, keeping you in place.
LOBO: I can’t resist. I dip my fingers back into your sweet pussy, capturing more of that sugar on my fingertips, and then I bring my fingers up to my mouth.
LOBO: I reach out my tongue to taste you on my hand.
LOBO: You taste so good. The flavor explodes on my tongue, your scent traveling up to my nose and weaving around me.
LOBO: I need more of you.
LOBO: So after I’ve sucked you clean from my fingers, I return my hand to between your legs and start all over again.
LOBO: This time, though, when your body begins to clench, ready to release, I bring my hand up to your mouth, painting your lips with your wetness. Your tongue slips out to lick yourself off of your lips, and then you suck my fingers clean, your tongue laving the pads of my fingers.
LOBO: You moan my name, and I know it’s time to give you what you need. Your breathing is rapid. Your breasts are heaving.
LOBO: My cock is rock hard against your ass, and you can feel something wet against your skin.
LOBO: My precum is leaking from my tip in anticipation of your orgasm.
LOBO: My hips start to thrust against you from behind, twisting slightly to get friction as I move.
LOBO: I thrust my fingers inside you one more time, a bit more pressure, a bit more speed, rubbing against your G-spot, and finally, your body lets go for me.
LOBO: As I feel your muscles squeeze me, my cock erupts on your ass, my cum painting your skin.
He pulled his hands back from the keyboard and used one to squeeze his cock through his jeans again, trying to ease the unbearable pressure he’d created while typing to her. His skin felt overheated, and he knew a cold shower was in his future.
I wonder what she looks like right now.
He took another moment to collect himself before typing again.
LOBO: A Dom knows his submissive, little Flame. He knows what she wants. What she needs. He knows what will please her. More than that, he knows what her limits are at all times and knows what will bring her the most pleasure, even if she herself does not know it.
LOBO: Remember that, princess.
LOBO: Sweet dreams. And happy writing.
And then he logged off.
He shut down his laptop, turned off the light, stood from behind the desk, and crossed to his bedroom and his bathroom.
After a very long, very dissatisfying shower, TB lay in the dark, reliving their conversation. It had been a bit cowardly to sign off without asking her if she was okay. He should have provided some sort of aftercare to her, although damned if he knew exactly what that would be. He’d never engaged in cyber-play before. He’d always played in person.
She unsettled him. He wasn’t sure when exactly it had changed between them, but he knew he was drawn to her. That wasn’t good considering the current circumstances, but he was man enough to admit that his body didn’t seem to care.
And now, despite the cold shower, his dick was hard again, and he wanted to get back on the computer and do it all over. Maybe this time with video.
Already, his brain was running with new scenarios to bring both her and himself to release.
Sighing and turning over onto his stomach, he punched the pillow a few times before closing his eyes. It didn’t take long for exhaustion to take hold and pull him under.
It was the first decent night’s sleep he’d had in fifty-two days.
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