My Sarah likes to be teased. She loves to be restrained and forced to wait for the satisfaction she so sorely needs. She loves to have her indulgence delayed, only so she can revel in the intensity of the release I provide her when I'm done with my teasing. Sarah is my lover, my whore, my slave, my master and my best friend all in one. I love to indulge her fantasies and satisfy her needs. She never, ever fails to do the same for me. I have her wearing just a simple little nighty. The silky black fabric hugs her breasts close, exposing her deep and beautiful cleavage. Her body is draped in the fabric, just ending to expose her pale, shapely legs. She sits on the couch, her hands tied behind her back, it forces her chest to jut out in a seductive fashion.
I stand before her smiling, a knowing and playful smile. I have her under my spell, my control. I am going to tease her until she can't take it anymore, I am going to make her explode. I start by slowly removing my shirt. I undo each button with careful deliberation, showing her bit by bit of bare flesh in a teasing manner. She loves my body, she loves me, she both hates and loves having to wait to touch me. I slide the shirt off of my shoulders and let it drop to the floor, she is whimpering already, desperate to touch. Sarah loves to have autonomy, and it excites her when I take that away.
"Poor Sarah. All worked up and no way to move." I run one finger down her chest as I straddle her lap. I gently kiss her forehead, she briefly struggles against the soft nylon ropes. I have her tied nicely. I could pull the rope and release her at any moment, but I know she can't reach it herself. I push her back against the couch, she is almost sitting on her hands. I trace my fingertips along the edge of her nightie, tracing little lines of sensation along her breasts. I lean down and kiss her lips gently. She tries to lean forward to get more, but I pull back slowly. "Uh uh babe. You get what I give you." She moans quietly, excited by my confident exertion of control.
I stand back up, unbuttoning the top of my jeans. I pull the zipper down revealing that I am wearing nothing underneath. My cock is already hard with excitement, but I will attend to that later. I pull the jeans down very slowly, watching as she stares intently at my bouncing phallus. Again she starts to lean forward, with one palm on her breast I gently push her back into the couch. I will let her up when I'm ready, but not until. I take my cock in hand and hold it before her, I know it's what she wants, but I won't give in to my own desires until I have her so excited she can't take it anymore.
Slowly I start to pump my fist on my engorged member. A drop of precum oozes out of the tip, I hear her gasp at the sight. Sarah loves the taste of my fluids; she loves to lick up every drop as it flows out of me in my excited state. I won't give her that just yet though, I won't allow her the satisfaction of her cravings until I know she's primed. Stepping forward, I drag the slippery tip of my cock down her cleavage, pushing just in between her breasts and smearing her with sticky cum. She gasps softly at the sensation of my hot flesh touching her own. She loves my cock the way I love her pussy, she lusts for it, drinking in the taste and the smell and the feel of it's skin.
Moving slightly upward, I trace the slick tip of my penis along her full, pouting lips. She moans as I do, a shiny trail of my juices is left on her lips. She bites her lip, sucking off the ambrosia of my lust. I look down into her eyes and see the tacit thanks burning just behind them. She is aroused beyond belief now. I kneel down in front of her and begin to kiss delicately at her breasts, tracing my hands along her quivering thighs. She is groaning with need and delight, mixed with a deep and burning frustration. She wants me to fuck her, hard and fast and deep. She wants me to end this mind wrecking game of tease and give her what she needs. The time still isn't right though.
