Devotional Sex - 1 - The Beginning
Posted: Sun Dec 01, 2024 9:50 amIn the quiet, dimly lit room, Louise stood before the mirror, her eyes tracing the curves of her body. Her heart pounded in her chest, a mix of excitement and nerves. The candles cast flickering shadows across her skin, highlighting her toned physique and the soft swell of her breasts. She was a goddess, and tonight she decides, she is going to be worshipped. Her fingers grazed the delicate lace of her lingerie, a knowing smile playing on her lips. She had been waiting for this moment. When he told about his desire and fantasies a fortnight ago, she was shocked at first. For the first two-three nights, she had felt guilty. Her boyfriend, Tom, had completely surrendered to her wishes. After sweet encouragement from Tom, she had felt so free and safe on the fourth night. She had had a long, sultry massage, after which she had turned onto her back. Tom was crouched on the bed beside her. Tom's hands had done exactly what she commanded him to do. It was as if her mind and his body merged into a horny whole. She had finally cum so powerfully that she then slipped into a dreamy, relaxed sleep. When she woke up, she appeared to be lying on her side. Their warm blanket over her. Tom lay spooned behind her. She had felt his hard throbbing shaft against buttocks. Normally, she had felt a pressure. A commitment to make him cum. Like the first three nights after his confession. But he had just told her he wanted nothing more than to lie languorously against her. Desperate. Throbbing. She giggled. Her body had shaken a little. She had felt how Tom's hard cock had immediately responded by throbbing. He groaned in his sleep and had muttered her name. She felt liberated. She felt like a goddess, with the right to be adored. The throbbing cock wet with pre-cum had not felt like a compelling nagging obligation, but an affirmation of her beauty.
In the days that followed, she had felt increasingly free. Louise's teasing had gotten to him in the recent two weeks. Her clothes had became more and more provocative. She had often teased him. Stroked his crotch for a moment. Waited for his cock to stiffen. Only to then leave him alone in his horniness. Together, they had decided to try the new dynamic for a week. A week of teasing and denial. A week in which she was allowed to decide everything and only her pleasure counted. Now this week was over. She above in preparation. He downstairs, oblivious to the transformation she was undergoing.
Louise called out to Tom. Not as an order, rather a request, still somewhat juvenile in her role. His footsteps grew louder as he approached the staircase, and she took a deep breath, her eyes sparkling with anticipation. She knew now what he liked, what made him feel small and powerless in the best of ways. The thrill of it all made her skin tingle. This was their special night, a ritual they had created together, a celebration of their love and her dominance over him.
The door creaked open, and Tom stepped in, his eyes widening at the sight of her. He froze, his cheeks flushing a deep shade of red. Louise could see the hunger in his gaze as it traveled from her feet, adorned with dainty heels, up to her waist, where the lingerie cinched in tightly. She knew she looked exquisite, and the power it gave her was intoxicating.
"You may enter, my love," she said, her voice low and sultry. "But remember your place."
Tom nodded, his eyes never leaving hers as he walked into the room, his movements deliberate and submissive. He knew the rules, and he reveled in the role she had cast for him. As he knelt before her, she could see the adoration in his eyes, the way they lingered on her figure. She felt a surge of satisfaction, knowing she had him exactly where she wanted him.
The tension grew as Louise approached him, her hips swaying with each step. She took her time, savoring the moment. When she was close enough, she reached down and traced a finger along his jawline, feeling the stubble beneath her touch. He leaned into it, a soft sigh escaping his lips.
"You've been a good boy," she murmured, her hand moving to the back of his neck. "But I think it's time for you to show me just how much you've missed me."
Tom's eyes searched hers for approval, and she gave it with a gentle squeeze. He leaned forward, pressing a soft kiss to her inner thigh, just above the lace. She shivered, feeling the warmth of his breath against her skin. This was the beginning of their worship, the part where she allowed him to show his devotion. And she knew it would be a night neither of them would forget.
Louise's petite frame was a deceptive canvas for her voluptuous figure. Her breasts were full and round, straining against the confines of her lingerie. They jiggled slightly with each breath she took, taunting Tom with their perfection. Her waist was narrow, cinched in by the corset that highlighted her hourglass figure. Her hips flared out, the kind that could make a man's hands itch to hold onto them tightly. And her ass, a perfect handful that she knew Tom couldn't resist. She reveled in the power her body had over him, a power she had cultivated and honed over the months of their relationship.
Her skin was a warm. It was soft to the touch, like velvet, and it glowed in the candlelight. She watched as Tom's eyes followed the path her finger had taken, his gaze lingering on the swell of her breasts. He was lost in her, and she liked it that way. It was in moments like these that she felt truly alive, truly in control.
He began to kiss her, his lips moving up her thighs, his hands trembling slightly as they reached for her waist. His touch was gentle, almost reverent, as if he was afraid to break the spell. She allowed him to continue, her breath hitching as his mouth found the sensitive skin behind her knee. The sensation was electric, sending jolts of pleasure up her spine. He was worshipping her, and she was loving every second of it.
The scent of the candles filled the room, a sweet, heady aroma that seemed to enhance every sensation. She could feel the heat of his breath on her skin, the soft brush of his fingers as they traced the curves of her body. She knew he was eager, desperate even, but she enjoyed making him wait. It was all part of the game, the delicious anticipation that made the release all the sweeter.
As Tom's kisses grew more insistent, Louise could feel her own desire rising. Her core was wet and aching for his touch, but she held back, savoring the moment. This was about more than just sex. It was about power and love, about the bond they shared, the trust that allowed them to explore these dark, erotic depths together.
And with a final, lingering kiss to the inside of her thigh, Tom looked up at her, his eyes filled with adoration. She knew what he wanted, what he needed, and she was more than happy to give it to him. But first, she had a surprise. She stepped back, a mischievous smile playing on her lips, and turned to the bed.
"Take off your clothes," she ordered, her voice firm but still gentle. "I want to see you bare before me."
Tom's eyes never left hers as he obeyed, his movements quick and eager. He removed his shirt, revealing the taut muscles of his chest and stomach. His pants followed, and she took in the sight of him, fully aroused and vulnerable before her. She felt a thrill of power, knowing that she had done this to him, that he was hers to command.
"Tonight," she said, her voice a purr, "you will truly experience what it means to worship a goddess."
Tom's eyes went wide, his heart racing with excitement. He had never seen her this commanding before, this powerful.
Louise stepped closer to the bed, her busty, petite body a vision of beauty in the candlelit room. Her breasts, though not overly large, were a testament to the finesse of nature, perfectly proportioned to her frame. The areolas, a darker shade of pink, were large and puckered, the very sight of them making Tom's mouth water. He had always been obsessed with her breasts, the way they filled his hands, the way her areolas tightened when she was aroused.
Her big boobs jiggled ever so slightly with each step she took, and Tom's eyes followed the mesmerizing movement. He knew what was coming next, and the anticipation was almost too much to bear. She leaned over him, her breasts hovering just above his face, the heat of her skin warming his cheeks. He could feel the weight of them, the promise of pleasure just out of reach.
"You may worship," she whispered, and Tom didn't need any more encouragement. He reached out with his tongue, tracing the edge of her areola. It was larger than most, a delicious target that begged for his attention. He flicked and circled, feeling it pebble under his touch. Louise's breath hitched, and she moaned softly, the sound music to his ears.
Her hand found the back of his head, guiding him closer. He took the nipple into his mouth, sucking gently at first, then more firmly. He could feel her body respond, her back arching slightly, pushing her chest closer to his face. He swirled his tongue around the sensitive peak, savoring the taste of her skin. She smelled faintly of vanilla, a scent that always made him think of their special nights together.
Louise's hand tightened in his hair, pulling him back with a soft gasp. He looked up at her, her eyes half-closed with pleasure, her lips parted in a silent moan.
"Please, Louise," he begged, his voice hoarse with need. "More."
Louise smirked, enjoying the power she held over him. She stepped back, releasing his hair. "You may not touch me yet," she said, her tone a mix of tease and command. "First, you must show me how much you crave me."
Tom's eyes searched hers, desperation and longing evident in his gaze. He knew better than to argue, to protest. This was her night, her show. He was there to please her, to serve her every whim.
Louise watched him for a moment, her chest heaving with her own arousal. Then she reached down and grabbed a fistful of his hair, pulling him back gently but firmly. He winced, but the pain only served to excite him further.
"Worship me," she murmured, her voice a siren's call that sent shivers down his spine.
Tom leaned in, his eyes never leaving hers, and kissed her again, this time more urgently. His hands found their way to her breasts, cupping them gently. He felt the heat of her skin, the firmness of her flesh. His thumbs brushed over her areolas, and she gasped, her eyes closing in pleasure. He knew just how sensitive she was, how the lightest touch could make her melt.
He took one of her nipples into his mouth, sucking hard. She moaned, her body arching into him. He felt the power of her response, the way she surrendered to his touch. It was intoxicating, a heady rush that made his blood race. He switched to the other breast, giving it the same treatment, feeling her body respond to his every move.
As he licked and sucked, his hands roamed her body, exploring every inch of her soft, warm skin. He moved down her stomach, his tongue tracing the lines of her abs, savoring the taste of her. She was sweet and salty, a delicious blend of woman and power. He reached her belly button, swirling his tongue around the sensitive spot before continuing his journey downward.
Louise's thighs trembled as he approached them. He knew now how much she loved having her thighs kissed and licked, the way it made her legs shake with desire. He took his time, kissing and nibbling, his tongue sliding along the sensitive skin. He could feel her tension building, the muscles tensing and releasing as she fought to keep still.
He reached the juncture of her thighs. He kissed her inner thighs, moving closer and closer to her center. She was wet and ready, the scent of her arousal thick in the air. He could feel the heat radiating from her, and he knew she was eager for his touch. But he held back, enjoying the way she squirmed and begged for more.
Tom's mouth watered at the thought of tasting her, of feeling her clench around his tongue. He kissed her outer thigh, then moved inward, his tongue flicking out to tease her skin. She moaned, her hips rolling slightly, silently begging for him to touch her where she needed it most.
With a final, lingering kiss to her inner thigh, he moved back up her body, his lips finding hers once again. "Thank you," she whispered against his mouth, her voice a soft purr of pleasure. "Now, let's see what else you have for me."
Her eyes danced with excitement as she reached into a velvet pouch, pulling out a small, sleek vibrator. It was new, something they had bought together, a symbol of their shared desires and the lengths they would go to satisfy them.
"Open your mouth," she ordered, and he obeyed, his eyes never leaving hers. She slid the vibrator between her lips, her tongue playing over the smooth surface. He watched, entranced, as she coated it in her saliva.
Then, with a wicked smile, she brought it down to his cock. She teased the tip, watching as his eyes rolled back in his head. He was hers, utterly and completely, and she was going to make sure he knew it.
The vibrator buzzed to life, the sound filling the room. She moved it down his shaft, her hand cupping his balls gently. His hips jerked, his body reacting instinctively to the sensation. She chuckled, enjoying his helplessness.
"Not yet," she murmured, placing a finger on his chest to keep him still. "First, I want to make sure you're ready for me."
Tom nodded, his breath coming in short gasps. He knew what was coming, had dreamed about.. She leaned down, her mouth replacing the vibrator, her tongue sliding along his shaft. He felt her breath against his skin, the warmth of her mouth surrounding him. He groaned, his eyes fluttering closed.
Louise took her time, her mouth moving up and down, her teeth grazing the sensitive skin. She knew just how much pressure to apply, how to keep him on the edge without pushing him over. She took him deep, her cheeks hollowing as she sucked.
Her mouth was a wet, warm heaven, a place he never wanted to leave. She was in control, dictating every sensation, and he loved it. She pulled back, her teeth scraping lightly against his shaft. He whimpered, his body begging for more.
"Good boy," she said, her voice filled with approval. "Now, let's see if you can handle this."
With that, she slid the vibrator under her panties, pressing it against her clit. The vibration traveled through her body, making her shiver. She began to rock her hips, her eyes never leaving his. He watched, transfixed, as she pleasured herself, her breathing growing ragged.
Her eyes were half-closed, her cheeks flushed. She was lost in the moment, a goddess in the throes of passion. He could see the wetness on her inner thighs, feel the warmth of her body. His cock throbbed in response, begging for release.
But she wasn't done with him yet. She took his cock in her hand again, stroking him slowly as she continued to pleasure herself. She was a study in contrasts, her delicate frame belying the power she wielded over him.
The vibrator grew louder, the intensity of her movements increasing. She was close, so close. And she wanted him to watch, to see what he did to her. He leaned back, his body straining against the bed, his eyes locked on hers.
Then, with a gasp, she came. Her body tensed, her hips bucking against the vibrator. She threw her head back, her breasts bouncing slightly. It was the most beautiful thing he had ever seen, the most erotic moment of his life.
And then she was on him, her mouth finding his, her tongue pushing past his lips. He could taste himself on her, a salty sweetness that made him growl with desire. Her hand stroked him lazily, her thumb circling the head of his cock. He was so close, so fucking close.
Louise pulled away, a knowing smile on her lips. She had felt his cock pulse in her hand, knew he was right on the edge. She took the vibrator out of her panties, turning it off with a soft click. The room was silent except for their ragged breathing.
Tom's eyes snapped open, his chest heaving. "Louise, please," he begged, his voice strained. "I need you."
Louise's smile was like a knife, sharp and sweet. She stepped back, allowing him to feel the loss of her touch. The vibrator fell to the side, forgotten in the intensity of the moment. "Patience," she murmured, her eyes gleaming in the candlelight. "You will have what you want, but only when I say so."
Tom's cock was a pulsing, desperate thing between his legs, begging for release. The ache in his balls was almost unbearable, a delicious torment that had him whimpering. He watched as she sauntered over to the chair in the corner of the room, her hips swaying with each step. She sat down, her legs crossing elegantly, and picked up the vibrator again.
"You've been such a good boy," she cooed, her voice like a velvet caress. "But I think it's time for you to learn patience."
Tom's eyes were filled with a mix of desperation and love as she stroked him one last time, the vibrator buzzing against his swollen head before she pulled away. He whined, his hips bucking involuntarily.
"No," she said firmly, her hand moving to his chest. "Not yet."
Tom's eyes pleaded with hers, his body writhing with the need for release. He watched, desperate, as she stepped away from the bed, the vibrator still in her hand.
"I want you to feel this," she murmured, her eyes dark with desire. "I want you to remember what it's like to crave me."
With that, she turned off the vibrator and set it aside. She crawled onto the bed, straddling his hips. Her wetness coated his shaft, the sensation making him groan. She began to ride him, her movements slow and deliberate. Each thrust was a tease, bringing him closer to the edge only to pull back at the last moment.
He tried to hold on, his muscles tightening with the effort. His eyes fell closed, his breathing ragged. But she was relentless, her hips rolling in a rhythm that had him on the brink of insanity.
As she rode him, her breasts bounced in time with her movements, the nipples hard and begging for his touch. His body desperate to claim her, to show her just how much he wanted her. But she was in control, and she wasn't going to let him come just yet.
Louise leaned down, her breasts brushing against his chest. She whispered sweet nothings in his ear, her breath hot and tickling his skin. She knew just how to drive him wild, how to make him crave her touch.
Tom felt himself slipping, his mind fogging with need. His body was a live wire, ready to snap at any moment. He tried to focus on her, on the way her eyes sparkled in the candlelight, but it was no use. The need was too great.
"Louise," he groaned, his voice thick with desire. "I can't take it anymore."
But she just smirked, her movements growing slower, more deliberate. "You will," she assured him. "You will take it, and you will love it. I find our week overwhelming. I would like to continue. But you get to choose. Or I'll make you cum the way you want. You can squirt me all over, take me doggy style. But then we end this week. For good. Or you choose to come and lie along me again and rip your delicious throbbing dick against my buttocks. Then we will continue this week endlessly and I will remain your goddess forever"
She giggled. "Good boy. I knew you would choose that. My little cum slut." Slowly she tilted her hips. His cock jumped out of her wet slit. Then she curled up beside him, her hand wrapping around his throbbing cock.
"Sleep now," she whispered, " tomorrow you will worship me again, and again, and again." She was his goddess, and this was their sacred bond. He drifted off to sleep, his mind filled with the promise of tomorrow, of the worship that awaited him. And as the room grew quiet, the only sound was the soft buzz of anticipation, a promise of what was to come.
In the days that followed, she had felt increasingly free. Louise's teasing had gotten to him in the recent two weeks. Her clothes had became more and more provocative. She had often teased him. Stroked his crotch for a moment. Waited for his cock to stiffen. Only to then leave him alone in his horniness. Together, they had decided to try the new dynamic for a week. A week of teasing and denial. A week in which she was allowed to decide everything and only her pleasure counted. Now this week was over. She above in preparation. He downstairs, oblivious to the transformation she was undergoing.
Louise called out to Tom. Not as an order, rather a request, still somewhat juvenile in her role. His footsteps grew louder as he approached the staircase, and she took a deep breath, her eyes sparkling with anticipation. She knew now what he liked, what made him feel small and powerless in the best of ways. The thrill of it all made her skin tingle. This was their special night, a ritual they had created together, a celebration of their love and her dominance over him.
The door creaked open, and Tom stepped in, his eyes widening at the sight of her. He froze, his cheeks flushing a deep shade of red. Louise could see the hunger in his gaze as it traveled from her feet, adorned with dainty heels, up to her waist, where the lingerie cinched in tightly. She knew she looked exquisite, and the power it gave her was intoxicating.
"You may enter, my love," she said, her voice low and sultry. "But remember your place."
Tom nodded, his eyes never leaving hers as he walked into the room, his movements deliberate and submissive. He knew the rules, and he reveled in the role she had cast for him. As he knelt before her, she could see the adoration in his eyes, the way they lingered on her figure. She felt a surge of satisfaction, knowing she had him exactly where she wanted him.
The tension grew as Louise approached him, her hips swaying with each step. She took her time, savoring the moment. When she was close enough, she reached down and traced a finger along his jawline, feeling the stubble beneath her touch. He leaned into it, a soft sigh escaping his lips.
"You've been a good boy," she murmured, her hand moving to the back of his neck. "But I think it's time for you to show me just how much you've missed me."
Tom's eyes searched hers for approval, and she gave it with a gentle squeeze. He leaned forward, pressing a soft kiss to her inner thigh, just above the lace. She shivered, feeling the warmth of his breath against her skin. This was the beginning of their worship, the part where she allowed him to show his devotion. And she knew it would be a night neither of them would forget.
Louise's petite frame was a deceptive canvas for her voluptuous figure. Her breasts were full and round, straining against the confines of her lingerie. They jiggled slightly with each breath she took, taunting Tom with their perfection. Her waist was narrow, cinched in by the corset that highlighted her hourglass figure. Her hips flared out, the kind that could make a man's hands itch to hold onto them tightly. And her ass, a perfect handful that she knew Tom couldn't resist. She reveled in the power her body had over him, a power she had cultivated and honed over the months of their relationship.
Her skin was a warm. It was soft to the touch, like velvet, and it glowed in the candlelight. She watched as Tom's eyes followed the path her finger had taken, his gaze lingering on the swell of her breasts. He was lost in her, and she liked it that way. It was in moments like these that she felt truly alive, truly in control.
He began to kiss her, his lips moving up her thighs, his hands trembling slightly as they reached for her waist. His touch was gentle, almost reverent, as if he was afraid to break the spell. She allowed him to continue, her breath hitching as his mouth found the sensitive skin behind her knee. The sensation was electric, sending jolts of pleasure up her spine. He was worshipping her, and she was loving every second of it.
The scent of the candles filled the room, a sweet, heady aroma that seemed to enhance every sensation. She could feel the heat of his breath on her skin, the soft brush of his fingers as they traced the curves of her body. She knew he was eager, desperate even, but she enjoyed making him wait. It was all part of the game, the delicious anticipation that made the release all the sweeter.
As Tom's kisses grew more insistent, Louise could feel her own desire rising. Her core was wet and aching for his touch, but she held back, savoring the moment. This was about more than just sex. It was about power and love, about the bond they shared, the trust that allowed them to explore these dark, erotic depths together.
And with a final, lingering kiss to the inside of her thigh, Tom looked up at her, his eyes filled with adoration. She knew what he wanted, what he needed, and she was more than happy to give it to him. But first, she had a surprise. She stepped back, a mischievous smile playing on her lips, and turned to the bed.
"Take off your clothes," she ordered, her voice firm but still gentle. "I want to see you bare before me."
Tom's eyes never left hers as he obeyed, his movements quick and eager. He removed his shirt, revealing the taut muscles of his chest and stomach. His pants followed, and she took in the sight of him, fully aroused and vulnerable before her. She felt a thrill of power, knowing that she had done this to him, that he was hers to command.
"Tonight," she said, her voice a purr, "you will truly experience what it means to worship a goddess."
Tom's eyes went wide, his heart racing with excitement. He had never seen her this commanding before, this powerful.
Louise stepped closer to the bed, her busty, petite body a vision of beauty in the candlelit room. Her breasts, though not overly large, were a testament to the finesse of nature, perfectly proportioned to her frame. The areolas, a darker shade of pink, were large and puckered, the very sight of them making Tom's mouth water. He had always been obsessed with her breasts, the way they filled his hands, the way her areolas tightened when she was aroused.
Her big boobs jiggled ever so slightly with each step she took, and Tom's eyes followed the mesmerizing movement. He knew what was coming next, and the anticipation was almost too much to bear. She leaned over him, her breasts hovering just above his face, the heat of her skin warming his cheeks. He could feel the weight of them, the promise of pleasure just out of reach.
"You may worship," she whispered, and Tom didn't need any more encouragement. He reached out with his tongue, tracing the edge of her areola. It was larger than most, a delicious target that begged for his attention. He flicked and circled, feeling it pebble under his touch. Louise's breath hitched, and she moaned softly, the sound music to his ears.
Her hand found the back of his head, guiding him closer. He took the nipple into his mouth, sucking gently at first, then more firmly. He could feel her body respond, her back arching slightly, pushing her chest closer to his face. He swirled his tongue around the sensitive peak, savoring the taste of her skin. She smelled faintly of vanilla, a scent that always made him think of their special nights together.
Louise's hand tightened in his hair, pulling him back with a soft gasp. He looked up at her, her eyes half-closed with pleasure, her lips parted in a silent moan.
"Please, Louise," he begged, his voice hoarse with need. "More."
Louise smirked, enjoying the power she held over him. She stepped back, releasing his hair. "You may not touch me yet," she said, her tone a mix of tease and command. "First, you must show me how much you crave me."
Tom's eyes searched hers, desperation and longing evident in his gaze. He knew better than to argue, to protest. This was her night, her show. He was there to please her, to serve her every whim.
Louise watched him for a moment, her chest heaving with her own arousal. Then she reached down and grabbed a fistful of his hair, pulling him back gently but firmly. He winced, but the pain only served to excite him further.
"Worship me," she murmured, her voice a siren's call that sent shivers down his spine.
Tom leaned in, his eyes never leaving hers, and kissed her again, this time more urgently. His hands found their way to her breasts, cupping them gently. He felt the heat of her skin, the firmness of her flesh. His thumbs brushed over her areolas, and she gasped, her eyes closing in pleasure. He knew just how sensitive she was, how the lightest touch could make her melt.
He took one of her nipples into his mouth, sucking hard. She moaned, her body arching into him. He felt the power of her response, the way she surrendered to his touch. It was intoxicating, a heady rush that made his blood race. He switched to the other breast, giving it the same treatment, feeling her body respond to his every move.
As he licked and sucked, his hands roamed her body, exploring every inch of her soft, warm skin. He moved down her stomach, his tongue tracing the lines of her abs, savoring the taste of her. She was sweet and salty, a delicious blend of woman and power. He reached her belly button, swirling his tongue around the sensitive spot before continuing his journey downward.
Louise's thighs trembled as he approached them. He knew now how much she loved having her thighs kissed and licked, the way it made her legs shake with desire. He took his time, kissing and nibbling, his tongue sliding along the sensitive skin. He could feel her tension building, the muscles tensing and releasing as she fought to keep still.
He reached the juncture of her thighs. He kissed her inner thighs, moving closer and closer to her center. She was wet and ready, the scent of her arousal thick in the air. He could feel the heat radiating from her, and he knew she was eager for his touch. But he held back, enjoying the way she squirmed and begged for more.
Tom's mouth watered at the thought of tasting her, of feeling her clench around his tongue. He kissed her outer thigh, then moved inward, his tongue flicking out to tease her skin. She moaned, her hips rolling slightly, silently begging for him to touch her where she needed it most.
With a final, lingering kiss to her inner thigh, he moved back up her body, his lips finding hers once again. "Thank you," she whispered against his mouth, her voice a soft purr of pleasure. "Now, let's see what else you have for me."
Her eyes danced with excitement as she reached into a velvet pouch, pulling out a small, sleek vibrator. It was new, something they had bought together, a symbol of their shared desires and the lengths they would go to satisfy them.
"Open your mouth," she ordered, and he obeyed, his eyes never leaving hers. She slid the vibrator between her lips, her tongue playing over the smooth surface. He watched, entranced, as she coated it in her saliva.
Then, with a wicked smile, she brought it down to his cock. She teased the tip, watching as his eyes rolled back in his head. He was hers, utterly and completely, and she was going to make sure he knew it.
The vibrator buzzed to life, the sound filling the room. She moved it down his shaft, her hand cupping his balls gently. His hips jerked, his body reacting instinctively to the sensation. She chuckled, enjoying his helplessness.
"Not yet," she murmured, placing a finger on his chest to keep him still. "First, I want to make sure you're ready for me."
Tom nodded, his breath coming in short gasps. He knew what was coming, had dreamed about.. She leaned down, her mouth replacing the vibrator, her tongue sliding along his shaft. He felt her breath against his skin, the warmth of her mouth surrounding him. He groaned, his eyes fluttering closed.
Louise took her time, her mouth moving up and down, her teeth grazing the sensitive skin. She knew just how much pressure to apply, how to keep him on the edge without pushing him over. She took him deep, her cheeks hollowing as she sucked.
Her mouth was a wet, warm heaven, a place he never wanted to leave. She was in control, dictating every sensation, and he loved it. She pulled back, her teeth scraping lightly against his shaft. He whimpered, his body begging for more.
"Good boy," she said, her voice filled with approval. "Now, let's see if you can handle this."
With that, she slid the vibrator under her panties, pressing it against her clit. The vibration traveled through her body, making her shiver. She began to rock her hips, her eyes never leaving his. He watched, transfixed, as she pleasured herself, her breathing growing ragged.
Her eyes were half-closed, her cheeks flushed. She was lost in the moment, a goddess in the throes of passion. He could see the wetness on her inner thighs, feel the warmth of her body. His cock throbbed in response, begging for release.
But she wasn't done with him yet. She took his cock in her hand again, stroking him slowly as she continued to pleasure herself. She was a study in contrasts, her delicate frame belying the power she wielded over him.
The vibrator grew louder, the intensity of her movements increasing. She was close, so close. And she wanted him to watch, to see what he did to her. He leaned back, his body straining against the bed, his eyes locked on hers.
Then, with a gasp, she came. Her body tensed, her hips bucking against the vibrator. She threw her head back, her breasts bouncing slightly. It was the most beautiful thing he had ever seen, the most erotic moment of his life.
And then she was on him, her mouth finding his, her tongue pushing past his lips. He could taste himself on her, a salty sweetness that made him growl with desire. Her hand stroked him lazily, her thumb circling the head of his cock. He was so close, so fucking close.
Louise pulled away, a knowing smile on her lips. She had felt his cock pulse in her hand, knew he was right on the edge. She took the vibrator out of her panties, turning it off with a soft click. The room was silent except for their ragged breathing.
Tom's eyes snapped open, his chest heaving. "Louise, please," he begged, his voice strained. "I need you."
Louise's smile was like a knife, sharp and sweet. She stepped back, allowing him to feel the loss of her touch. The vibrator fell to the side, forgotten in the intensity of the moment. "Patience," she murmured, her eyes gleaming in the candlelight. "You will have what you want, but only when I say so."
Tom's cock was a pulsing, desperate thing between his legs, begging for release. The ache in his balls was almost unbearable, a delicious torment that had him whimpering. He watched as she sauntered over to the chair in the corner of the room, her hips swaying with each step. She sat down, her legs crossing elegantly, and picked up the vibrator again.
"You've been such a good boy," she cooed, her voice like a velvet caress. "But I think it's time for you to learn patience."
Tom's eyes were filled with a mix of desperation and love as she stroked him one last time, the vibrator buzzing against his swollen head before she pulled away. He whined, his hips bucking involuntarily.
"No," she said firmly, her hand moving to his chest. "Not yet."
Tom's eyes pleaded with hers, his body writhing with the need for release. He watched, desperate, as she stepped away from the bed, the vibrator still in her hand.
"I want you to feel this," she murmured, her eyes dark with desire. "I want you to remember what it's like to crave me."
With that, she turned off the vibrator and set it aside. She crawled onto the bed, straddling his hips. Her wetness coated his shaft, the sensation making him groan. She began to ride him, her movements slow and deliberate. Each thrust was a tease, bringing him closer to the edge only to pull back at the last moment.
He tried to hold on, his muscles tightening with the effort. His eyes fell closed, his breathing ragged. But she was relentless, her hips rolling in a rhythm that had him on the brink of insanity.
As she rode him, her breasts bounced in time with her movements, the nipples hard and begging for his touch. His body desperate to claim her, to show her just how much he wanted her. But she was in control, and she wasn't going to let him come just yet.
Louise leaned down, her breasts brushing against his chest. She whispered sweet nothings in his ear, her breath hot and tickling his skin. She knew just how to drive him wild, how to make him crave her touch.
Tom felt himself slipping, his mind fogging with need. His body was a live wire, ready to snap at any moment. He tried to focus on her, on the way her eyes sparkled in the candlelight, but it was no use. The need was too great.
"Louise," he groaned, his voice thick with desire. "I can't take it anymore."
But she just smirked, her movements growing slower, more deliberate. "You will," she assured him. "You will take it, and you will love it. I find our week overwhelming. I would like to continue. But you get to choose. Or I'll make you cum the way you want. You can squirt me all over, take me doggy style. But then we end this week. For good. Or you choose to come and lie along me again and rip your delicious throbbing dick against my buttocks. Then we will continue this week endlessly and I will remain your goddess forever"
She giggled. "Good boy. I knew you would choose that. My little cum slut." Slowly she tilted her hips. His cock jumped out of her wet slit. Then she curled up beside him, her hand wrapping around his throbbing cock.
"Sleep now," she whispered, " tomorrow you will worship me again, and again, and again." She was his goddess, and this was their sacred bond. He drifted off to sleep, his mind filled with the promise of tomorrow, of the worship that awaited him. And as the room grew quiet, the only sound was the soft buzz of anticipation, a promise of what was to come.