(quick warning, a panic/PTSD attack toward the end. Nothing too bad. Kinda fluffy as well.)
We were just be laying down. Calm, resting. Nothing but our breathing.
But then you shift, moving to nuzzle closer to my neck. You know I'll blush. I will make a small sharp inhale. You smirk, kissing so softly and innocently. But you know how sensitive I am. My neck is a weakness.
I can't help but hesitantly lift my head, instinctively exposing more, all for you. Begging without speaking. God knows I cannot speak…
The hand I gripped moves, sliding under my shirt and running across my skin. Nothing too exciting, but stimulating. I'm all too easy to effect. You smile again against my neck, then replace the gentle kisses with slow, gentle licks and soft, teasing sucks.
My breath grows more unsteady, and your hand wonders farther, and one of your legs moves. You keep your face in my neck, too satisfied with my little sighs and hitching breath to stop. But you're on top of me now.
Both your hands are on my skin now. And I need them. Your touch is so soft and sweet, but I know the power you hold. I know that I've been on the other side of this… but right now I am the weak one. The toy. And I need it. I need you.
"Your noises are so cute, pup~" you whisper, kissing up my neck and meeting my eyes. I feel the nearly unbearable shame. I want to turn away, hide myself, but you hold my chin, liking my face up and down, hinting at your want to kiss me.
My instinct to beg bubbles up my throat, but I fight it, a weak whine coming out instead. It only makes you smile. Then you lean back, running your hands up to pull off my loose baggy shirt.
Then you're back at my neck as your hands continue exploring; but it's all familier. And we both know you know my weak spots. And it seems you don't want to waste much more time, because soon my bra is being pulled off as well.
I try to cover myself, but you pin my hands at my side, and I squirm. My boobs are bigger than I like, but you always found them perfect.
And sensitive
I squeaked, squirming more when that gentle tongue found its way to my right nipple, licking it over and over like ice cream or a lollipop. Before you close it into your mouth and suck, making me whimper and buck my hips unwillingly "Laz-"
You hum, smiling again, but not stopping. You let me squirm, uncomfortable but turned on, ashamed for enjoying it so much. But the shame only adds to the wetness between my legs.
You release, only to move up and grip my throat, scraping your teeth down my neck and nibbling just below my ear. "What a good pathetic pup you are, hmm? And you like every second., Don't you? Squirming for it to stop, but I know you want it."
"Yes-" I gasp, closing my eyes and shivering. "I- yes… please- i-" I need you back on my nipples, licking, sucking, your warmth…
"What, pup? What do you need?" You murmer, hands stroking my side. I can only shiver. "Cmon love, you can do it."
I whimper, pushing my chest up then shrinking back, my face blazing with shame. I can't speak. How do I find words when you look at me like that? Soft but with danger. I'm afraid, but that only makes me more excited, more wet for you.
I just want to be good for you.
"Having trouble, my little pup?" You say, softer, while your hand finds a way into my hair and scratches lightly. Somehow it relaxes me, and I only let out a small weak hum. I can't see, but I can almost feel the warm, gentle smile on your face. "So cute~. Can barely control yourself."
