A moment to myself---or so I thought?
I locked the door before slowly turning around and smirking to myself. (Finally, some 'alone time'...) First came off my shoes and socks, before I shimmied out of my pants and pulled my shirt up over my head, tossing both articles of clothing into a pile beside my bed. Next I unhooked my bra, tossing it into the pile as well, before slowly pulling down my panties. My panties joined the rest of my clothing in the pile.
As I crawled up onto the bed, I closed my eyes, and began fantasizing. Starting at the inner curve of my hip bones, I slowly slid my fingertips up and across my skin, just barely grazing th surface, and bringing a little wave of goosebumps up across my flesh. I trailed my fingertips up from their starting place at the inner dip of my hip bones, up my ribcage, and around my breasts, before doubling back down to my hip bones to move back up to between my breasts. I played around the skin of my collarbone for a moment, before circling back around the outer hemispheres of my breasts. I brought my touch down to the underside of my breasts, the tips of which had already hardened slightly from the chill of the room against my naked skin. I ever-so-lightly traced my fingertips along the hypersensitive skin of the underside of my breasts, and down along my outer ribcage --- back and forth between the two areas--- and felt my nipples grow ever-more stiff. As they grew stiffer, they began to ache softly, and the ache spread down to th apex of my thighs.
Although I immediately wanted to just reach a hand down and touch my pussy---relieve the sensation just coming into existence down there---I chose to simply keep teasing my nipples by making them harder and harder, without allowing myself to actually touch them. Instead, I only allowed myself to occasionally trail one or two fingers around each of my breasts, circling and circling---and bringing the circle tighter and tighter inwards, slowly approaching my faintly aching nipple, right up until I was just a breath away from making direct contact with it. Then, before I made any actual contact, I made myself abruptly remove my fingertips from my breast, and start over, trailing around my ribcage and the underside of my breasts.
I kept this up for an indeterminate amount of time---I just keptdoing it until I felt like I was going to explode. My legs were bent at the knees, and the balls of my feet were flat against the bed, as I pressed my knees together, fighting myself to not cross my legs and grind them together---fighting myself to not relieve any of the budding ache between my thighs. Then, suddenly, just as iwas about to give in and begin touching my nipples directly, I felt two large hands grasp me tightly---one around each of my wrists---and pin me to the bed.
He was standing above me, bending over me to hold my hands down against the mattress, and I felt a throb of desire flow through me. I gave in to the feeling, and began trying to rub my thighs together, to relieve some of the ache in my clit. He saw my movement, and ordered me to stop. I didn't.
He hopped up onto the bed, still holding my wrists down, and straddled my legs. He sat down on my thighs, pinning them in place beside one another, and keeping me immobile. Having my thighs so close together, but not being able to cross them was maddening. I desperately tried to grind my clit against them anyway, as futile as it was, by just rolling and thrusting my hips up and down. This only made it worse.
All this did was roll my clit softly, lightly compressed between my labia, which were being pressed in slightly b my thighs. It was a huge tease, and left me aching harder than I had been before I tried. I whimpered and rolled my hips softly, mindlessly just trying to relieve the ache, completely fruitlessly.
He grinned down at me, and taunted me in my predicament. He asked me if there was something I wanted, and them slowly lowered his head down towards my chest. Softly, he pulled one of the hard pebbles into his mouth, sealing the bud in with his lips, and began pressing his teeth into it just barely hard enough to hold the tip in place. Then he began just flicking the absolute tip of my nipple with his tongue---back and forth, up and down, just with the very tip of his own tongue.
My knees buckled, and the ache in my core doubled. I let out a surprised moan and arched my back up off of the bed, pressing my breast harder against his mouth. He made a small noise of approval and brought my hands together above my head. He released one of my hands for just a moment, so that he could grab and pin down both of them with one hand, and then he took his other hand and wrapped it around behind my arching back. Placing his hand flat against the small of my back, he supported my back and pressed my body towards him, while he continued to play with my nipple.
(to be continued...my iPad has low battery, so I have to charge it now...lol..sry!)