Sick in the Head

He Used His Body Just Like a Bandage

Before I can protest, not that I would have, his arms start to tug at the corners of my t-shirt, pulling it over my arms and above my neck, breaking our kiss momentarily. He makes up for the loss of touch by putting his hands behind my back and untangling my bra hooks. The tight fabric falls off revealing my large breasts, swollen with envy for my lips. My red nipples perked up, begging for attention. He kisses my lips down to my jawline and chin, and lovingly meanders, painfully slow, down to my rosebuds. He grabs one with his right thumb and index finger and rolls it, drawing rippling moans out of my mouth. Already panting, he pushes me further as he takes my right nipple in between his swollen lips. The blood rushes in my veins and I feel the hot flush of arousal growing in my panties. I'm begging for more, my hands wrapped around his neck gently clawing at his back as he sucks harder. He removes his fingers from my nipple, sucks them into his mouth and reattaches them, fully lubricated, back to the sensitive nubs. "Please, give me more. I'm begging". I pant in between moans. "I thought you'd never ask" he smirks, smiling up at me. At my request, Steven sets me down on the couch and grabs the zipper of my jeans as I struggle with the button. He rips the fabric down my legs and tears his shirt off in a frenzy. Before I can even take in the muscular curves of his chest he's grabbed my hand and is leading me to a dangerous place, a place I know I won't leave proud, my bedroom. He pushes me down on the bed and grasps at his belt buckle. He pulls his jeans to the floor leaving us both clad in only our underwear. And what a gorgeous picture. Steven's veins in his forearms bulged, his eyes locked on me, I thought he'd go straight for the kill. But he shocks me. He sits down on the bed next to me and leans down over my head. "Tonight, you're mine. I wanna show you what I've dreamt of every night we've slept apart." I start up at him in blissful confusion. "Tell me if at anytime you want me to slowdown or stop." " okay," I nod. Steven leans down and kisses me gently on the lips. Slowly, passionately, almost needy. My heart breaks a little to imagine him falling asleep alone every night. I've shared My nights with Brandon, which feels lonely but still must be better than solitude. Steven puts his hands on the inside of my thighs, slowly rubbing and scratching gently. It's seductive and sweet to watch him use such control. I can see in his eyes how badly he wants to be inside me. His fingers latch under the fabric of either side of my thin panties. They start at the top and slowly, painfully slowly, inch down towards my dripping center. He goes almost to the point I'm dying him to reach and then pulls back. I feel like screaming by the third time he does this. My hips bucking and begging him to enter me. "Shhh baby, I'll give you what you want, you've just gotta be patient. Daddy wants to play with you first." My cheeks flush red with modesty and I can't help but bite my smile hearing him refer to himself in such a way. He presses the backs of his index fingers firmly on my lips and rubs up and down. I can't hardly stand it and he gets a kick out of watching me squirm. Finally again he hooks his fingers in, but this time he uses his left hand to raise up on my panties and his right index fingers positions itself dangerously close to my entrance. He smirks as he feels the wet liquid on the tip of his finger. My head is screaming at him to take me and before I can speak, his long finger enters my body. Everything goes silent. My body tenses up around his digit and slowly releases with so much pleasure. My moans are slow and long. He warms me up by slowly pushing in and out, going a little bit deeper with each thrust. He pulls his finger out and pushes it between his lips. "Fuck you taste so good, god I've missed you." He returns both hands to remove my panties and immediately pushes his long finger back inside me. He uses his thumb to slowly massage my clit, teasing, and pumping his finger in and out then suddenly he pushes it all the way in and rubs harshly on my g-spot. I can't hold in my screams as my body thrashes around me. "Harder!," I scream, and he obliges, rubbing harder and faster til I can't hold it any longer. He quickly pulls his fingers out and I squirt all over his arms and the bed, a talent he taught me back in the day. He gives me no time to recoup as he plunges a second finger deep inside me, pumping hard and fast. He makes me squirt a few more times then starts to focus on my clit, squeezing and circling slowly and gently pumping one finger in and out and adding the second occasionally when he wants me to clench down. I feel that familiar rush building in my stomach. It's a sweet pressure begging to be released. "Steven, I need to cum, make me cum." "Okay baby, daddy's gonna make you cum. Hold on for me, squeeze my hand." I grab his hand and he intertwines our fingers. "I'm gonna Cum daddy!" I scream, "cum for me baby". The tension breaks and a flood of pleasure overtakes my body, Steven presses firmly down on my clit with his thumb and his 2 fingers push in and out of me, hitting my g-spot with ever thrust. The orgasm lasts nearly a minute with him milking every ounce of pleasure out of my exhausted body. When my moans turn to whimpers he slowly pulls out of me and brings his fingers up to my lips and pushes inside. "Taste yourself," he says proudly. I do as I'm told. It's sweet and salty, thickly dripping off his fingers. He brings his lips down to mine and kisses me hungrily. He kisses my cheekbones up to my ear and whispers "my turn."