You Can't Touch...

But you can definitely watch.

The front door clicked open and shut at 6:47pm, softer than usual, as though he already sensed the air in the house had shifted.

I didn’t call out. Didn’t need to.

I was waiting in the living room, the amber of the floor lamp spilled over my spread legs, draped over the wide leather armchair– the one he always claimed was “too big for one person.”

Tonight, it fit me perfectly.

Black lace knickers already pushed to the side, knees hooked over the armrests, on display for him. Silk blouse unbuttoned to the waist but still clinging softly to my shoulders. One hand rested lazily on my inner thigh; the other held the smooth glass toy I’d warmed between my breasts while I waited.

He stopped in the archway.

Coat hanging off one shoulder. Keys still in his hand. Eyes locked on the slow circles I was making around my slickening clit.

‘Welcome home,’ I said, voice low and slightly hoarse, the way it got when I’d already been edging for a while.

He exhaled sharply through his nose, a sound that wanted to be a groan. The coat slid to the floor, but he didn’t move any closer.

‘You’re not allowed to touch me tonight,’ I told him, my eyes never leaving his. ‘And you’re not allowed to touch yourself, either. Not until I say. Understood?’

His throat worked, and I smiled. I knew what that meant.

‘Yes,’ he confirmed, voice tight.

‘Good boy.’

I let the words hang between us while I pressed two fingers inside myself, slow enough that he could see every centimetre disappear. See the way my inner walls sucked them in– clutched at them– when I curled them. A soft, wet sound filled the room. I didn’t rush. I never rushed when I wanted him wrecked.

‘Look at me,’ I murmured. ‘Not my tits. Not my mouth or eyes. Here.’ I spread myself a little wider with my free hand, showing him the glass toy and exactly where I was about to slide it. It was cool at first against my flushed skin, but it warmed quickly as I nudged the tip just inside me.

His hands flexed at his sides. I could see the tremor in his fingers, the way the front of his trousers was already straining over his hardening cock. He was breathing through his mouth now, shallow and quick.

I tilted my head back against the cushion, letting my eyes drift half-closed, and began to fuck myself with the toy in long, languid strokes. Each time it slid out it caught the lamplight, slick and shining. Each time it slid back in I let out a small, breathy sound– not performative, just honest pleasure I couldn’t hold back.

‘You can take your shirt off,’ I allowed. ‘Do it slow for me.’

He obeyed instantly. Buttons slipped free one by one. The cotton parted, revealing his firm chest, then his stomach, then dropped to the floor beside his coat. His nipples were already peaked, and I could see the rapid rise and fall of his ribs.

‘Pants too. Underwear stays on.’

The belt buckle clinked. Zip. trousers shoved down and out of the way. Black briefs stretched tight over the thick outline of his, a dark spot already blooming at the tip. I wanted to fit my mouth around it. Suck his taste from the fabric. He stood there, fists clenched, every muscle rigid with the effort of not reaching for himself.

I smiled– a small, dangerous thing– and turned the toy, angling it so the curved head pressed right against the spot that made my toes curl. My breath hitched. My hips rocked once, twice, feeling the welcome stretch.

‘God, you’re shaking,’ I whispered, tender, even then. ‘Look at how hard you are. I can see you throbbing from here, baby.’

He made a low, broken sound.

I sped up– just a little. Just enough that the wet sounds grew louder, more obscene. My free hand slid up to pinch my nipple, rolling it until it darkened. I watched his eyes track the movement like a starving man.

‘Tell me what you want,’ I said, the moan in my voice unintentional but effective. He shuddered.

‘To taste you.’

The words came out rough.

‘To bury my face between your thighs and lick you until you’re flooding my mouth.’

‘Mmmmm.’

I rewarded him by sliding the toy free from my body and sucking it into my mouth. I slid it back into my cunt– deeper this time– holding it there while I ground against the heel of my hand. ‘But you can’t. Not tonight.’

His head dropped forward onto his chest for a moment, shoulders heaving. Then he lifted it again, eyes glassy, desperate.

I felt the tightening of an orgasm inside me– hot and inevitable– my thighs trembling.

‘When I come,’ I panted, ‘you can touch yourself. But only when I say. And you have to come with me. If you don’t, you miss your chance.’

Another shudder ran through him. ‘Fuck– yes. Please.’

I fucked myself harder. The glass toy gleamed, my fingers frantically working my clit. The armchair creaked underneath me, and my moans turned sharp and needy.

His breathing matched mine– ragged, uneven. Pre-come soaked through the fabric of his briefs and I could perfectly see the outline of the head of his cock.

‘Are you wet, handsome?’ I asked, never taking my eyes from his cock. ‘You leaking for me?’

‘I’d be dripping onto the fucking floor if you’d let me take them off, baby girl,’ he replied through clenched teeth.

‘Mmmmm.’

I watched his teeth sink into his full bottom lip, his fists shaking, cock throbbing and my orgasm rushed forward.

‘Fuck– now,’ I gasped. ‘Touch yourself. Now.’

His hand flew down, shoving his briefs just low enough. He gripped himself hard, stroking– fast, rough– exactly the way we both knew would break him quickest.

I watched his face twist, watched the vein stand out in his neck, watched the way his knees nearly buckled.

‘Come with me,’ I demanded, voice shattering. ‘Come– now–’

My back arched. My orgasm hitting– sharp, blinding– my cunt pulsing around the toy still buried inside me. I cried out, high and helpless, thighs clamping tight around my own hand.

He followed a heartbeat later– body jerking, come spilling over his fist in thick, desperate pulses, splattering onto the hardwood between his feet. His moan was raw, almost pained, eyes never leaving the place I was still trembling around the glass.

For a long moment, neither of us moved.

Then, I eased the toy out– slow– letting him see how it glistened. I brought it to my lips once again and before I could slide it into my mouth, I asked, ‘Do you want to share?’

His knees gave out. He dropped to them and crawled forward, letting me slip the toy into his mouth. I watched his tongue move around it, and my body heated once again at the sight.

‘You can clean me up with your mouth, if you want,’ I offered. ‘You’ve earned it.’

I laughed as he dove in, but the sound quickly shifted into a moan as he lapped at my slick pussy.

He didn’t hesitate.

He never did.

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