“I want to cinch you up in it. Take some pictures, then lay you in bed while you wear it.”
“What are you going to do once you have me in bed?”
I wish I had a picture of his face when he was lacing up the corset. The concentration. The sheer joy that I had allowed him to buy me one – and not only a corset, but the one he liked. I liked it too, but he clearly liked it more. He had plans.
“Exhale, so I can pull it tighter. Goth girl had it tighter.”
“No, that was the first one you are thinking of.”
“No, it was this one. Relax, and I’m going to pull it closed a bit more.”
After he did it, he told me how he thought I should stand. I was sans bra since the top of the corset would support me. Periodically, he would reach up and squeeze a nipple. I could tell he almost wished the t-shirt was more sheer so the picture could capture it. Since it didn’t, he captured another side.
He licked my clit until I was squirming, then stopped. He came up to my face and pulled down his briefs. “Suck my cock while you cum.”
Damn, he knows me too well. He knows how much I love that.
He fingers me, I stroke my clit as I suck his cock. It doesn’t take long before I’m going to cum. I look up to see him staring at me with a smirk on his face. Then, as I’m starting to cum I realize …. he tightened it to make it difficult for me.
I can’t get a full lung full of air, so I can’t cum as easily as I normally would. Knowing he did this on purpose just made it easier for me to cum – and cum I did.
And cum he did as well.
As we lay there in bed after, both satisfied, he admitted he had been thinking about doing that for days. Ever since Goth Girl felt me up in that tent.
But, that’s another story.