EPTI feel the caress of her fingertips and inhale the scent of her fruity perfume. Her hair brushes my face as she lays me down gently. I feel her hands on my back slip away. She looks into my face reviving her touch, this time on my body, selectively pushing, selectively pressing until she can see the satisfaction stretching across my face. They move lower and lower sensually massaging along the way. She’s a pro. She knows how to handle me; her hands are meticulous, never slowing down and never with wasted movement. The careful adding of the elements only multiplies the satisfaction at the end.
Her desk lamp lights my face and I feel its heat. It almost gives me energy. The steaming mug of coffee on her table is barely sipped and the snacks unbitten. She has other things to bite. The thought makes my log grow stiff with excitement. As though she could see my anticipation, she reaches to my log and slowly pushes down, facing an unexpected resistance. Her face contorts in frustration as she circles it with her finger and applies more force. It doesn’t relent and neither does she. Her face lowers as she puts her weight on it and I feel her brown hair tickle my face and the smell of her shampoo releases me. The combination is exponentially pleasing and I burst.
Her face is red with the effort but she smiles triumphantly. That smile is better than my climax. She relaxes and tosses her hair back, clearly annoyed that a hair-tie had eluded her. She looks wistfully outside at the bright day, the green foliage of the park across her house giving her tempting stares. The jingles of the ice cream trucks fill her head with distractions. She mustn’t and returns to me looking at me with a stare of almost contempt. This always happens. The pain multiplies when she stares again outside, this time with shaking eyes of regret. I hate her when she does this; the way she gazes at me as though I’m the embodiment of her current stress and frustration. However, I can’t help but love her. She can’t help but need me.
And I always wonder what we’ll equal to in the end...
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