Back with another one. This one was prompted by a request on Tumblr.
"Don't touch me. Just watch."
Her words are forceful, stopping his hands in mid-air when he tried to reach out to her and bring her closer. His hands dropped back to the mattress at the tone of her voice. She stood in front of him, hands on her hips, dressed in lingerie she had purchased and teased him with earlier when she dropped by the diner with shopping bags in hand. The diner had closed early tonight after her promises of lacy things meant for his eyes only.
With a lecherous smile, she bent down so she was at his eye level. She noted how his eyes drifted down her body to her breasts in the demi push bra that really was only a bra in a loose definition of the word. She knew she looked good. Great even. And she was going to show it off.
"Just sit back and let me give you a show."
Her words were hot against his skin as she whispered in his ear. She put her hands on either side of his head and kissed him passionately, pulling back only when he reached out for her again.
"Remember, no touching," she reminded him, straightening back up and walking across the room and away from him.
They had experimented with control before. Usually they had a good give and take but there were times he found that she liked to be bossed around. But, every now and then, she flipped the script and they played by her rules. Tonight, was shaping up to be one of those nights.
He was already incredibly turned on.
Music began to drift through the room and as it did, she began to move. She still had her back to him but he was entranced as she moved her hips to the beat of the music. She stayed that way, her back to him, swaying her hips from side to side, for a little while longer before she spun to face him.
She was relieved to find that he wasn't laughing his head off and was instead watching her like she was his fantasy come to life. She had never given a lap dance or ever even attempted to one so broaching the idea with Luke was new territory. She figured it couldn't go over too badly since she knew he was definitely a lingerie guy when it came to her but there was still a tiny part of her that had been worried over the idea.
The music played and she moved towards him. She was close enough to be within reach, teasing him with the idea that he could possibly touch her while she danced but reminding him that he couldn't, per her rules for now.
"Lorelai," he whispered, moaning out her name though she hadn't touched him. Yet.
"Not done with the dancing."
She moved her body sinuously to the beat. Her hands traced along the outline of her bra, cupped her own breasts, and tweaked at her nipples through the thin lace of her bra. She moaned before letting her hands drift down her body as she continued to move for him. A smile crossed her face when she noticed her dance was having its desired effect and he was fighting his own battle as he tried not to touch her.
She decided to tease him further.
Her hands tugged at the string of her panties, letting them snap back against her skin before she slipped one hand into the lace and slowly rubbed herself. She let out a moan as she touched herself for him, knowing that he loved to watch her pleasure herself at times. She felt empowered by his gaze and continued her little charade of pleasuring herself while she stood before him.
She didn't want to come. Not yet. She wasn't done with her dance. So she removed her hand from her panties and lifted her fingers to his lips.
As he took her fingers in his mouth, tasting her, she straddled his lap. Her lips pressed against the hollow of his throat, feeling his pulse against her lips as she began to rock her hips against his arousal. He was already so hard for her and this sent tiny shocks of pleasure through her when she moved against him.
When his hands went to her hips again, she stopped all her movements.
"No touching," she reminded him. "Or I stop."
He dropped his head back and spoke his next words to the ceiling. "You're killing me here."
She wiggled in his lap. "You feel pretty alive to me."
"Lorelai," he intoned, the look in his eyes turned her on even more. If that was possible.
"Be patient," she whispered in his ear. "I'm not done yet."
She resumed her little dance on his lap, winding her arms around his neck for leverage as she continued to rock her hips against him. She pressed herself against him and the thin cotton t-shirt he wore. He was dressed in his usual sleep wear, gray sweatpants and an olive-green shirt. Her lips explored his neck, grazing over the spot she knew made him weak.
He moaned her name again and she smiled against his warm skin. She scraped her teeth gently over him then laved the spot with her tongue. She didn't say anything about him touching her when he crashed his mouth against hers. Instead, she automatically parted her lips and allowed him inside. It was a frantic exploration of tongues that had him wrapping his arms around her waist and pulling her closer to him.
She pulled back and gently pushed his arms from around her waist.
"Patience," she reminded him, again.
He groaned and she laughed before promising him that it wouldn't be much longer.
With one hand, she pushed her fingers into her soaked panties and began to pleasure herself from him. She locked eyes with him as her fingers rubbed over her clit, causing her to moan out his name.
He leaned back, taking her in as she rocked her hips against her own hand. He couldn't deny that it was a turn-on to watch her touch herself, especially when she was calling out his name, but he just wanted to touch her for himself. He was aching, he was so hard. He knew she could feel him below her because she took turns between rubbing herself with her own hand and using his own arousal to get herself off.
She lifted her fingers to his lips again, allowing him to taste her while her other hand snaked downward and played with the waistband of his sweatpants. There was some fumbling because she was distracted by his mouth but, after a moment, she began to caress him.
Luke closed his eyes and tipped his head back.
"That good?" she teased.
"So good," he whispered, his eyes still closed.
Her thumb grazed over the head of his cock, swiping the pre-cum from the tip and spreading it down his shaft as she twists her hand around him and speeds up her strokes. She gives him a gentle squeeze and a strangled moan escapes his lips. Her touch always made him incoherent.
As much as she wanted to continue touching him, she didn't want to bring him to climax so soon. Not before she got to feel himself inside of her. While still stroking him, she used her free hand to push her panties to the side. She guided him to her center and his eyes snapped open as she rubbed the head of his cock against her slit.
She bit her lip as she rubbed his cock against her, soaking him with her wetness. Her teasing of him was starting to get to her. In a swift movement, she lifted herself up from his lap and impaled herself on him. They both let out a moan but she was quick to let him know that she was setting the pace. He would get his turn.
She moved slowly at first, angling herself so that her clit rubbed against him every time she lifted herself up and down. He filled her. Always so good. She knew he was holding back, all because she told him too, and while that turned her on, she needed him to let go.
She let her head drop back at the sensation of him filling her, at her moving up and down his cock, but she wanted more now.
"Please Luke," she begged wantonly. She met his eyes again. "Touch me."
He didn't give her anytime to adjust as he thrust up into her. But she didn't care. She wrapped her arms around him and held on for dear life. Her head dropped to his shoulder as his hands gripped her waist and set the pace, pounding up into her.
It was passionate. Hot. Primordial.
And over almost as soon as it began.
They were both so worked up there was no chance it was going to last long but neither regretted that fact as they cried out each other's names and collapsed onto the bed together.
Luke had fell backwards and she laid on top of him as they tried to catch their breath. After a little while, he pressed a kiss to the top of her head and she tilted her head back to look at him.
"Sorry," he apologized.
She laughed against him. "Don't ever apologize for that."
"It was short."
"I'm not complaining. Besides," she contracted her inner muscles and made him groan. "I'm not tired yet."
She squealed as he flipped them over and pressed her down into the mattress, telling her that he was now in the one in control.
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