You kiss me passionately and tell me that today I am going to overcome my insecurities. You want me to feel comfortable around you, secure in my own skin. You know how I currently feel so unsettled about my body, how I compare it to yours that I view as so exquisite and flawless. I look at my own body and feel only shame.
You know me well. You have observed the way my mind works and the way I respond to set stimuli. You understand the line between my fantasies and my fears. You know how to dance along the edges without pushing me too far. With this in mind you have a specific game to play to restore my confidence and push me into comfortable sensuality.
You make me sit on the edge of your large bed while you cross the room to sit on a chair directly across me. Your large four-poster frame bed in all its dark satin seems to swallow up my petite frame. I look vulnerable sitting there, vulnerable with a heavy hint of eagerness.
"Now take your shirt off," you speak. It isn't a request, your voice is hardened and firm and I know it is an order. I slowly take it off for you, out to please you as much as I can. I let the shirt drop to the ground, and it is a quick fluid motion yet immediately you see my hands go up to cover my revealed small perky breasts. You shake your head at me and I force my arms to awkwardly rest by my side.
You stare at me like this, for what seems like hours. The silence in the room thuds in my ears and I feel my nipples harden in the cool air. When you speak, again no emotion is revealed and you tell me to pinch my nipples for you. It takes me a moment but I nervously run my hands upward, first to cup each breast and then I let my fingers pinch and pull at each erect nipple.
"Don't stop," you tell me and without taking your eyes off of me you start to undo your belt. I continue squeezing and pulling at my breasts, watching as you slip your hands down your pants and pull out your hardened member. You sit there, across from me, and begin stroking your cock, the movement of your hands urging me to pull even harder on my nipples.
I can only hungrily stare at your cock as my hands cover my breasts, massaging my perky little mounds. You know the look in my eyes and you stand up, walking till you are directly across from me, so close to me yet not touching, and still holding your thick cock in your hands.
I am so hot watching you like that. You recognize the look in my eyes and you know what I wish to be doing to you, how it tortures me in fact to have my hands on myself instead of on your body. You take your cock in your hands and push it towards my body, rubbing its thick head in the space between my breasts. I move my hand out to touch you, to hold you, but you nudge me away firmly. My hands drop to the side submissively and you take your cock and rub its pre cum into my breasts.