I’ll be honest, and say; I thought you may have given me dud advice, as at the time I didn’t even get a flicker of a reaction. I was losing hope, but then, after he’d been in the shower, he joined me on the sofa; the smell of his freshly washed body fuelled my desire further.
I asked him; “Babes, would you like to tickle my back?”
I love having my back tickled, the feeling of the contact of his fingers as they stroke across my skin. Another bonus of asking him meant I could make a show of taking off my t-shirt and bikini top. Slowly, inch by inch, I revealed my body to him. Untying my bikini top, I released my breasts from their restraints.
Now, because he tickled my back a lot, I know what it normally feels like. There's a pattern to his movements. This time however, his pattern had changed. Instead of stroking my back in the usual manner, his fingers drifted to my sides. He traced down the curve of my waist and over my hips, before tickling back up, gently his fingers skimmed across the side of my breasts. This caused a soft giggle to escape my lips.
“That’s funny; I thought I asked for a back tickle.”
“Why do you want me to stop?” He questioned.
“No.”
My body responded to his touch, swaying softly, as his caress sent feelings of pleasure racing around my body. His hands reached around and massaged my breasts, pulling at my already hard nipples. His rough touch sent a low moan from my lips.
“Uaahh.”
I lay down on the sofa, my head resting on his stomach. My hand went to his cock, which I groped through his shorts, feeling his hardness under the delicate touch of my fingers.
“Mmm, I love the feel of your big cock in my hand. “ I told him.
His lust rising, he held his hand tightly against my throat, pinning me so I couldn't move. He pulled and tweaked my nipples with his free hand, causing moans of pleasure and squeals of pain.
“Arhh, fuck!”
Testing my limits he pulled and squeezed my nipples hard. I urged him on; “Yes.” Pulling back against his grasp, I felt the burst of pain that travelled through my body, heating my desire even more.
God, just telling you about this, is making me wet again.
He mauled my breast with one hand, the other around my throat, yanking my head, pulling me so he could see my face. He liked watching my face, seeing the arousal caused by his touch.
I was still groping his cock through his shorts, but I desperately wanted more. I wanted to feel the heat of his skin against mine. He removed his clothing, and I pulled the strings of my bikini bottoms and hurriedly ripped them off; leaving us both completely naked. Holding me in position, he teased my cunt, driving me crazy. I was desperately moving my body, trying to get him to enter me. It got to the point that I had to beg.
“Oh Fuck, please! Give it to me, I need it. Please!”
He relented and roughly thrust his fingers in my soaking cunt.
“Oh, fuck yes!”
I felt his cock twitch with pleasure in my hand, when his fingers found how wet I was. My body would’ve risen completely off the couch, if it had not been for the tight grip of his hand around my throat, pressing hard into the bruises from our last session of fucking.
If I thought having his fingers inside me was going to stop the teasing, I was wrong. He held them inside me, my body squirming, trying to get myself off and release that ever building tension in my body, knowing just a few strokes and I would feel that sweet release.