"Now now..." you hear. "Good girls who are patient get rewarded..."
The finger roam your body, teasing your sensitive spots just before changing direction again. Lacking sight, you keep trying to anticipate where they will go next, and keep being surprised. This time tracing up your body. Hands massaging your hips, enjoying them. Moving up your sides, coming to your breasts. Cupping them, teasing at your nipples... tracing around them. Then a quick, light pinch each, making you gasp in surprised pleasure. Then the hands go up again. Fingertips tracing the tops of your breasts, leading up to your collarbone, and then wrapping around your neck. Just as you gasp, you feel your lover kiss you. Your lips hungrily devouring one another, limited only when they pull away. You fight against the hold on you, wanting to grab and hold them down while you take what you want, what your body is demanding, and what you know they would so eagerly give you. But you can't pull free.
The hands move again along your body, now joined by lips, lightly kissing you. A tongue tasting your skin. Teeth that lightly nip at you. You know your face must be betraying your yearning, but you manage to keep silent. Mostly. You can't help the gasps and whimpers that escape. You can't tell how long this tantalizing torture has gone on. All you know is that the second the fingers finally touch your sensitive lower lips, you moan loudly, feeling one slide into your wetness.
"See? I told you good girls get rewarded." you hear. "In fact, I think you have been very good. So you should get more..."
A second finger slides into you, probing into you. You almost miss the bed shifting as your lover moves within you. Then you feel a kiss on your clit in addition to the fingers, the touch of the lips drawing a loud gasp from you. Your hands strain to reach out, but they are held fast. The lips and tongue tasting you move in rhythm with the fingers sliding within you. The teasing done with, they move with a purpose. Hitting every favorite spot you have. Your breathing is ragged, moaning with each breath.
Held still, the only way you can respond is to give voice to your arousal. You hear yourself begging not to stop. To let you go so you can touch them. To stay right there, right there, right there... the words stop- unable to be formed. Only short gasps. Moans that get louder and louder. Until finally with a loud groan your orgasm explodes inside you as your whole body vibrates. Coating your lover's fingers, and their tongue. Fingers and lips that slow, coaxing the last bits of pleasure from you, till they finally withdraw.