Moments later, she’s panting for breath, and my heart thunders in my chest as she begs me, “Please, can I give in now?”
And against her ear, I whisper, “That’s the glory of self-pleasure, goddess. You give in when you want. Make yourself feel good, baby.”
It’s all the permission she needs, and I can’t stand it any longer. I take hold of the top of the sheet and I whip it off her body, but with her face still buried against my shoulder, or maybe it’s because she’s worked herself up so much, she doesn’t care, and she finally, finally slides her fingertip over her clit.
A long, low moan escapes her, a sound that probably never left her pillowy lips whenever she used her vibrator. The sound is languid and relaxed, nothing like the held breath of concentration or the pants of frustration.
“Tell me what to do, Viking,” she prompts, and I nearly come inside my pajama pants.
My nostrils flare as I grit my teeth, trying to keep a rein on my control. I put myself on autopilot, letting the words I’ve said hundreds of times to patients come out while I actually focus on not giving in to the beast straining to burst out of me. “A lot of women find a diagonal stroke is the most pleasurable. So if your anus is the 12 on a clock and your belly button is the 6, stroke your fingertip from 1 to 7, since you’re using your right hand.”
She gasps as I watch her follow my directions, her breasts arching toward the ceiling, and she shudders. “Ohhh,” she moans in wonder as she does it over and over.
“Make sure to keep your fingers well lubricated to keep the movement smooth, and then try rubbing your clit with one, two, three, and then four fingers to see which one you prefer,” I say, managing not to choke on the words as I see her hand moving between her legs.
It’s torture, pure torture, and for once, I’m the masochist.
“Since you’re righthanded, you can try placing your pointer finger on the left side of your clit and your middle finger on the right side, and then rub it up and down or back and forth. Or place it between your thumb and the pad of your pointer like you’re going to pinch it, and roll it gently. Or roughly. It’s all up to you, goddess. You’ll slowly discover a combination of movements and pressure and speed that you enjoy above all the rest, and that’s the sweet spot. That is what will finally make you come.”
She nods frantically beneath my cheek, and I see her toes curl into the mattress. Her little sighs and moans and the visual I have, my perspective of looking down her body from the top of it, her hand working between her thighs, it’s becoming too much. It’s as if her pleasuring herself is pleasuring me, like I’m feeling what she’s feeling, and it’s bringing me closer and closer to the brink.
I’ve never been so turned on in my life, and it takes every ounce of strength within me not to say “fuck it, she can learn this later,” and bury my cock inside her, bringing us the relief we both need.
She’s already warmed up. Listen to those little whimpers of need. She wants us so badly, the beast taunts.
I loosen the chokehold I have on my cock and stroke up and down my shaft once, a growl rumbling up from my chest. The sound startles her, and she pulls herself back from my shoulder enough to look up at me, but her hand continues to work her pussy.
I don’t take stock of my expression, too overcome with desire to care, but what she sees there does something for her, because her eyes stay locked on mine and she shudders.
“I…” She gasps, and her eyes roll back for a moment before focusing once again. “Oh God,” she mewls, and I pump my hand again.
“Fuck, baby. Don’t stop,” I tell her, my voice deep and tight.
Her fingers move faster. Her breasts move with her panicked breaths.
“I feel it—” she whimpers, her eyes fluttering closed, her bottom lip coming between her front teeth before they let go and her mouth parts.
“That’s it, goddess. Imagine whatever you want. Picture it’s my hand down there, playing with your hard little clit, dipping into your tight, wet little hole, plunging in out of you. Imagine me lining my cock up with your slit, my hands gripping your thighs, and then I finally sink deep inside—”
“Oh God!” she cries, her hips jerking up off the bed. “I’m… I’m…”
“Yes, baby. Fuck, you’re such a good girl. Following all my orders. You listen so perfectly, doing what I say. Such a good little sub…”
And then her left hand shoots off the bed where she was gripping the sheet beneath her and into the back of my hair, where she pulls me down to crash my lips to hers. Just as I dip my tongue into her mouth to stroke against hers, my cock jerks in my hand, and I choke the head, refusing to come before her.