Narcolepsy (A Love Story)

19: Blake

It took all of my willpower to sit on the bed while my girl lost her shit and not jump on top of her and kiss the hell out of her. Even if it was at my expense, she was so cute laughing her ass off, rolling on the bed in just her lacy bra and panties, and she had a great laugh, just bursting with joy and humor. Knowing that I was the first to hear it in a long time made me feel special, even if I was the reason for the laughter.

But I also liked that it gave me an excuse to dole out a little retribution, a little lesson in how good girls behave.

The cock-monster was rock hard and weeping for relief. I mentally apologized to him for the blue balls he was about to experience but I was adamant that he wouldn't get to meet her, in the flesh if you will, until we were married. Until then it was just going to be my tongue in her body. Maybe some fingers. Yeah, definitely a finger or two given her appreciation of my hands.

I probably didn't need the sash seeing how she had serious cataplexy and sleep paralysis, but it was all part of the game.

I sat down on the edge of the bed, just inches from her and she slowly flopped her head in my direction. Her eyes were half-lidded, liquid pools of chocolate, and her skin flushed pink. Her breath was still labored from laughing so hard, or maybe she was breathless with anticipation, her lips parted and pink and plump. So kissable. So lickable. So ready for my cock to slide between them and sink into her wet mouth.

I ran my fingertip lightly over her lips, circling them until she tried to crane her head forward, opening her mouth, making a needy sound in the back of her throat that made my cock twitch and swell. I gave her what she wanted, sliding my finger inside, and she latched onto it and sucked, her eyes closing in bliss. I was panting, fighting against the instinct to fuck her mouth, rough and hard, as she laid there helpless and unresisting. Not today, not now.

I realized then that I still hadn't kissed her.

"I still haven't even kissed you, baby girl," I said, pulling my finger from her lips despite her adorable whimpers. I painted her lips with the wet fingertip, then trailed it down her chin, her neck, between her breasts, down to her belly where I circled the scattered remains of my present. "I'm not going to kiss you until I'm sure you are all in, when there's no chance you won't remember or enjoy it. But then I'm going to kiss the fuck out of you because I dream about that mouth of yours, that smart little mouth. Not always kissing it, sometimes fucking it, other times just teasing it with the tip of my tongue. I love that little mouth of yours. I have such plans for it, baby girl, you don't even know." She sighed, raggedly, and I watched her eyes slide shut and not reopen.

I really hoped she could feel this, feel everything.

I ran the end of the sash over her thighs, lightly, just barely touching the skin. I ran it down one leg, lightly brushing her foot, then back up and over to the other, repeating the process, before i dragged it up and over her stomach and breasts, letting a little more of the fabric touch her, caress her. Her nipples budded up, hard points beneath the thin lace, and I took a moment to suck on them through the fabric of her bra, wetting it thoroughly so that every breath hitting it would be a jolt of ice cold on the sensitive nubs. I blew on them, and she was shuddering almost imperceptibly, and I think that meant she was just below the surface so I sucked on one then the other again, harder, then nipped one sharply with my teeth. She groaned in her sleep. I slid up her body, pressing my full length against her, my cock — still encased inside my boxer briefs — rubbing against her hip. I wondered if she could feel the metal of my piercings, if she wondered what it was touching her.

"Can you feel that, baby girl? Do you know what that is?" I whispered in her ear, lightly licking her neck, earlobe, the outer shell of her ear in between each question. I nibbled on her earlobe and sucked it in between my lips, whispering "this is what I'm going to do to your clit, I'm going to suck it up between my lips and let the tip of my tongue tease it, over and over, until you are screaming for me. I'm going to lick every inch of you. But not today. Oh no, today is for me to learn about you, and you to learn about me, and the thing you're going to learn about me today is that I don't like being laughed at by smart-mouthed baby girls. It upsets me. And when I get upset, I want to punish that smart little mouth.

"But the thing I'm going to learn about you," I said, my voice husky with need, "is whether I can tell when you're just under the surface. I think you are, I think you're right here with me, so I'm going to tell you a secret." I ran my hand down from her breast to cup over her mound, and I could feel it hot and throbbing under my hand. I stroked her through her panties, pressing my middle finger deep between her folds as I arched my body against her, pressing my cock even harder against her hip. "Can you feel that? I have three piercings on my cock, baby girl, and they are going to feel so good inside you. I have a pair of deep dydoes and an apadravya piercing, a barbell straight through my shaft, and it's going to rub against your g-spot no matter what position we're in and those dydoes are going to feel like fucking magic inside you, four metal balls rubbing you back and forth, in and out." I slid my finger beneath her panties and teased at her hole, pressing down but not enough to penetrate her. She was so wet, so very wet. Waiting for me. Wanting me. "When you wake up, baby girl, if you can tell me about my piercings I am going to reward you by sticking my finger in your pussy while I lick your clit until you orgasm. I know how much you love my fingers, and I can't wait to put one inside you and feel how wet and tight you are. That's going to be your special reward for teaching me when you're just out of reach, when I can touch you and taste you and know for sure that you feel it, that you feel me."

I straightened her limbs out and coiled the sash up, laying it on her belly. Then I left the room and took a warm shower, painting the walls of the bathtub with jizz that should have been deep in my wife's pussy, maybe making a baby in there. One more day, I thought to myself, just one more day and she's mine for good.