A Day of Teasing

You’re curled up in bed together on your Switches, playing a new game Vera wanted to show you. You’ve been awake for around an hour, have eaten breakfast in bed together. It was the slow, easy kind of morning that you’d miss when Vera flew back home.

Out of nowhere she breaks the silence, suddenly talking rapidly, “I was thinking. We have all day, and we have new toys. What if I edge you all day while we have a lazy day in together. Just like playing games, cooking, doing whatever, me teasing you in between. At the end of the day I tie you up and we try out the new toys, you don’t get to come until I let you.”

Your mind freezes, your hands literally pause, your Switch completely forgotten. Her eyes don’t move from her screen, her thumbs continuing to roll on the joysticks.

“Vera. You... What... Hello?“, you say, snapping your fingers at her. She looks at you, smirking. “Look at me when you say things like that. God. What now?”

“You heard me”, she says, her voice suddenly low. She puts her Switch to the side, straddles you where you sit on the bed. Her finger finds your jaw, tilts your head up. Her lips are centimeters from yours, a breath between you, “Can I tease you all day, while we just do whatever? Draw it out, make you wait for it, have you wet and ready for it for hours?”

“Please, yes.” you murmur, your eyes on her lips. Your mind is in overdrive, suddenly instantly turned on by her words. This was something you’d discussed once over the phone, fingers between your legs while you talked about fantasies, things you’d want to do together someday. The conversation was at least a year ago, and it’s sexy that she remembered it, brought it up again without you asking. It’s a fantasy that you’ve played in your mind several times, the idea of her keeping you needy all day, the thought of how good it would be when she finally let you come.

She moves both hands to your jaw and finally kisses you, so lightly that it’s almost chaste, a whisper against your lips. When she pulls back her hands remain on your jaw, keeping your gaze looking upwards at her.

“That’s my good girl. But I need you to tell me if it’s too much ¿Sí? I want you to literally say the word ‘stop’ if you want me to.”

“I won’t want you to stop.” you murmur up at her.

She laughs, “I just need you to understand that I’ll stop if you need me to.”

“I understand.”

“Good.” she says, leaning in to kiss you. It isn’t teasing now, her tongue slides into your mouth and her lips move against yours with intention. She grazes her hands down your jaw and along your neck, tracing along your collarbones with her fingertips, then toying with the thin straps of your pajama top. One finger traces down a strap and along the edge of your top, dipping her finger between the line of your cleavage, pulling the fabric downward. Her hips roll into yours firmly and you groan into her mouth.

Just as quickly as this started, she’s rolling off of you and picking her Switch back up, asking “Do you remember where we picked this quest up? I need to find a merchant on the way.”

You groan again, running your fingers through your hair. “You think I’m thinking about the game still?”

She laughs, “Come on Mami, we were questing.”

xxx

Half an hour later your game together goes into a long cutscene, and Vera’s hand wanders up your thigh under the blanket. It reaches the end of your tiny pajama shorts, follows the edge to your inner thigh, and lightly goes under the fabric there. You open your thighs further, her fingers creating sparks, a small ache growing between your legs. She leans over and kisses your neck and her fingertips graze the edge of your panties, slowly making progress towards your center. Her fingers trace you through the thin lace of your underwear, gently teasing along your slit, dipping in slightly through the lace. She nips your collarbone, pressing a kiss into it afterwards, putting more pressure behind her fingertips.

The cutscene ends and she abruptly moves back to her seated position next to you, brings her hands into position on her Switch, her character in motion before you have time to process it. You look at the clock, it tells you that it’s 10:04 in the morning, and you realize that it’s going to be a long day.

Her voice is teasing when she asks, “Did you follow the story in the cutscene? I got distracted and missed it.”

You press your thighs together, let a breath out as you say, “I missed it too, I wonder why?”

“We really should focus,” she says with a teasingly stern voice.

xxx

An hour later you’re in a little town in your game, sorting inventory items into a chest. You’re trying to decide which items you should continue carrying when Vera interrupts your train of thought.

“What are you most excited about trying later?“, she asks, her tone neutral.

“What?“, you ask, continuing to sift through your inventory.

“The new toys, mi amor? I’ve never used an air vibe, that’s why I grabbed one, have you?”

You lower your Switch, look at her. “No, Vera, I’ve never used an air vibe.”

“Hmm, good. We can test it out together, when you’re tied up. I won’t let you come right away, but we’ll see if you like it. Maybe you can watch me come with it.” she wiggles her eyebrows on the last part, winks at you.

“Vera Maria, my god”, you feel yourself blushing, the undercurrent of arousal that has been running through you all morning sparking anew at her words.

“¿Eso es un no?“, she asks with a smirk.

You dramatically flop your head back onto the headboard, saying “No, it’s a yes. A very enthusiastic yes. God, you get inside my head.” towards the ceiling.

She laughs, “What? ... So, what are you excited to try?”

You roll your head to face her, “the double sided vibrator.”

She smirks again, “what is it about that?”

You think, respond “The idea of you giving it and getting it at the same time. Both of us experiencing that together.”

“Mmmm, it going up into me as I’m railing down into you”

You bite your lip, nod, “Yeah, that... We really waiting all day love?”

She laughs, “We are. Think about how good it’ll be after waiting all day, thinking about it, talking about it. Getting teased throughout the day. We’re building anticipation mami”

You curl your lip out at her, make your voice a little whiny when you say, “I hear you, buuuuut”

She leans over to kiss you, bites your lip before she pulls back to say “Be patient, baby. The wait will be worth it... Now please, are you done with your inventory yet?”

xxx

You’re in the kitchen making lunch, tossing together easy things that you have on hand. You put frozen chicken in the air fryer and start boiling water for ramen, and you’re adjusting the heat on a burner when Vera slides in behind you. Her hands are on your hips, and you’re hit with the spicy citrusy scent that she wears as she kisses your neck. Her fingers tighten and she pulls you back against her hips as she asks “what are you making baby?”

She continues to plant little kisses there as you say, “just ramen with chicken, is that OK?”

“That sounds perfect. Just waiting for the water to boil?” she asks, her hands slipping under your pajama top and resting on your ribs.

“Yeah... And then I’ll put the noodles in.”

“Hmm. What do they say about waiting for water to boil?“, her hands now moving up and cupping your breasts under your shirt.

You groan, “a watched pot never boils?”

She pulls you backwards, spinning you towards her in one swift motion. “Then stop watching it” she says, her lips finding yours. Her hands return to their position on your breasts, cupping them before rolling your nipples between her fingertips. You make a sound into her mouth, your hands weaving into her hair and tugging slightly.

One of her hands leaves your breast to move down your abdomen, brushing past the waistband of your pajama shorts. Her hand continues downward over lace until she reaches your mound. She starts slow circles on you, applying pressure with three flattened fingers that your hips inadvertently roll into. It’s enough to feel good, like she’s giving you something, finally.

She does it for long enough that you feel yourself growing wet, know what she’s doing will soak your panties. She pinches your nipple with her other hand and your hips jerk into her palm. She pulls back from the kiss to say, “Cariño, you’re getting all wet.”

“I am, that’s what you do to me.”

Her fingers slip into your underwear, sliding easily between your lips to find your swollen clit. She resumes the same pattern, but there’s significantly more sensation without the barrier of your panties. You moan, grind into her hand, press your aching core into her fingers for relief. It feels fantastic after the last few hours, you’re needy for it.

“Ay, mi amor, el agua está hirviendo. Tus fideos.” she murmurs at you.

You’re entirely focused on her fingers, the feeling that she’s building in you. “What?“, you ask, not processing her words.

She laughs, pulls her hands from your body, and holds your eyes while she sucks her fingers clean. She repeats herself in English with a mischievous tone, “The water love, it’s boiling. Didn’t you want to put noodles in?”

“I really don’t care about the noodles”

“We should eat baby, we’ll need our energy for later.” she responds, rolling her eyes like she’s telling you something obvious. She moves around you to grab the noodles, pours them into the pot and backs the heat of the burner down.

“Damn baby, you were really going to let that water boil over.”

xxx

You’re eating lunch over your kitchen table, your cat walking between your feet as you talk. Conversation has flowed naturally and casually as you’ve eaten, and Vera waits until you’re mid bite to ask “Now that I think about it, I’ve never really properly tied you up either. You’re going to be so sexy with your arms actually tied up above you, all stretched out for me. Should we tie your ankles too? Tempting, but it really just limits you to flat on your back. If it’s just your hands I can put a pillow under you still, roll your hips to the side... What do you think?”

You’re forced to continue chewing, swallowing as she stares as you. “Fuck. I guess I want you to be able to move me still?”

“I like how you think. So just hands this time, but maybe another time we try both... I’m going to go grab more ramen, do you want more baby?”

You reset your brain enough to look at your bowl, say that you don’t need more. You resume eating, and she returns with more food, falling back into normal conversation. You’re done eating before she is, continuing to talk as she eats. She eventually takes a long sip of her water, rolls her tongue in her mouth when she puts it down.

“Put your hands on the table”, she says with her eyes on yours.

You look at her questioningly but put your hands on the table, holding them clasped together. She laughs and stands, taking your hands and flattening them out, then putting them back on the table and looking you in the eyes as she says “There, keep them there. And don’t move them.”

She drops to her knees, smirks at you, and crawls under the table. You immediately know where this is going, groan at her for what feels like the millionth time today. You whine “babyyyyy” at her as she pulls your hips forward on the chair, lifting you just enough to take your shorts and panties down smoothly.

The chair is cold under you when she spreads your legs and presses her fingertips into your inner thighs, her breath warm near your knee when she asks “Have I ever told you how beautiful you are?” You know where her eyes are, assume what she’s seeing, and groan again. Her breath is against your wetness when she says “I’ve been looking forward to this all morning, let me taste you babygirl.”

Her mouth is on you then and you moan at the immediate sense of relief. You know that she isn’t going to let you come, but you arch into the sensation nonetheless, eager to take whatever bits of pleasure she’ll allow you. It’s immediately good, her tongue flicking against the hood of your clit with practiced precision.

“God how are you so fucking good at this?“, you groan out, and she hums against you.

She pulls back slightly to say “I’ve spent quite a few hours between your legs mi vida, I’d hope I’m decent at it.” and laughs before returning her mouth to you. The sensation of her laughing against you is odd, little huffs of breath against your folds, but there’s something incredibly sexy about having a gorgeous woman picking on you while she eats you out. It speaks to the comfort level between the two of you, even in the most intimate moments you’re completely at ease together.

If you weren’t aware that she planned to tease you all day, the way that she’s working into you would make you think she’s trying to make you come quickly. Laughter now over, she’s eating into you ravenously. It’s noisy, the wet sounds of her mouth on you the only thing that you can hear. You can’t see her from where she pleasures you under the table, but the sound of it turns you on, and it’s easy to imagine what she looks like there, recalling all of the other times she’s done this from memory. She wasn’t kidding when she said she’d spent hours doing this to you, over the years she had, you have countless mental snapshots of your fingers buried in her various hair colors and styles with her mouth on you. You don’t need to see her to picture what she looks like there, it’s engrained into memory, frequently recalled when you’re by yourself, fingers quickly moving as you try to relive these moments with her.

You feel two fingers at your entrance, teasing you as they collect wetness, then sliding into you firmly. She isn’t slow, her knuckles bottoming out against you quickly. She curls her fingers into you rapidly and you grind into her face, your hips moving of their own accord. The pressure against your inner wall feels exquisite, an added layer of sensation on top of all that she’s already doing with her mouth. You feel yourself pulse against her fingers, savoring the feeling of having something to clench against when you’ve been turned on for hours.

She’s slightly over stimulating you, giving you too much too fast on purpose. You tense your fingertips against the surface of the table as you feel your legs tremble, itching to weave your hands into her hair or play with your nipples. You’re not really powerless, she wouldn’t know if you teased yourself above the table. It’s an illusion, a game of sorts that requires your compliance, but it’s a taste of what she plans to do to you later.

Your eyes have fallen closed at some point as you focus on the feelings that she’s stirring within you, the rapid pattern of her tongue, the sounds of her mouth, the curl of her fingers. You hold your breath without realizing it, aware that you’re creeping towards orgasm and savoring every millisecond of how incredible this is. Your hips jerk against her, the way she has you wide open, flicking directly against your clit with precise urgency is exquisite. You feel yourself contract on her fingers once, then twice, your back arching as she works them against a sensitive spot.

You’re actively trying to control your sound level, your neighbors don’t need to hear all of this, and you want to mask how close you are to keep this going as long as you can. It’s impossible to keep entirely quiet, the closer to the edge you get the more you struggle to keep your volume down. Sounds fall from you inadvertently and your hips move instinctively at this point, you bite your lip and hold your breath at times to keep quiet.

You pulse against her again and moan, the sound cutting off on the end when you hold your breath. Your hips stutter against her and you feel yourself at the precipice of orgasm, the sensation in your stomach threatening to boil over, and she pulls back. Her fingers curl in you as your hips roll into the air. You gasp, the sudden nothingness shocking, your clit throbbing at the denial.

“Oh fuck, baby. God.” you groan, your legs shaking, adrenaline coursing through you as she plants soft kisses down your thigh to your knee.

She moves out from under the table, a smug smirk on her lips. Her chin is visibly wet as she moves in to kiss you, and you taste yourself on her tongue. It’s long, deep, and your body continues to throb with the feeling of being so close and not being allowed to finish.

She pulls back to say “Te amo mucho mi reina” in a teasing tone, wiping the back of her hand against her still glistening chin.

You groan, “I love you too, even if you’re trying to torture me today.”

“Do you want to find something to watch?” she asks, and you groan but agree. You move to stand, bending to pick your shorts and panties up from the floor. She grabs your arm, stops you, and you glance at her.

“You don’t need those, darling. Easy access,” she says, rolling her tongue in her mouth as her eyes hold yours.

You groan, “You’re trouble”.

She laughs, “You love me though. Vamos, I call big spoon on the couch.”

xxx

You find out that Vera hasn’t seen a popular movie, a historical romance about two women who fall in love in New York. She puts it on and wraps her arms around you from behind, her breath on your cheek as you watch the movie. You’re struck again by how perfect she feels behind you, a puzzle piece clicked into place, like your bodies were made to fit together like this.

About half an hour into the movie her hand starts to wander. It had been resting innocently on your stomach, arm draped over you as she holds you. It now slides under your pajama top, fingers gentle as a whisper against your skin as she slowly creeps them upward. When her fingertips reach the juncture between your breasts she teases them gently across the underside of one, eventually tracing her movements back to repeat the process on the underside of your other breast. This time her fingertips wander up further, softly caressing the skin just under your nipple before changing directions and wandering down again.

With excruciating slowness her fingertips walk down your abdomen, circle your belly button, trace an imaginary line between your hips. They move further still to draw a pathway along the swell of your inner thigh, centimeters from where you want her. She doubles back to trace lower between your hips and you rub your thighs together, feel the wetness that remains between your legs. The movement grinds your ass back into her, and she rolls her hips into it.

Her fingertips ghost over the thin curls above your core, making a leisurely pathway towards your slit. When she reaches it she traces the line between your lips so gently that you barely perceive it, continuing downward along the space where your thighs meet. She kisses your neck as her fingers change direction, giving you the slightest bit more pressure when she traces over your slit again. She kisses down your shoulder, nipping gently before drawing the skin into her mouth, just as her fingers finally part your folds to dip into the wetness there. She caresses the delicate skin around your most sensitive area, releases your shoulder from her lips with a pop, kissing it softly.

She groans, “You’re still so wet for me baby, so fucking sexy”, her voice is so low it’s almost gritty, her hips rolling more firmly into your ass.

Her fingers leave your folds to drift upwards again and you make a sound in your throat, Vera laughs, saying “calm down love” as she takes your hand. She carries it downwards with hers and guides your fingers between your legs. She moves your hand in circular motion, the pressure of her fingers behind yours pushing your fingertips into your folds. “Feel how wet you are, you’re so worked up that you’re practically dripping.”

She leaves your hand there to adjust your top leg, bringing it back and up to open the space between your legs. It pulls your ass back against her more snugly, and she rolls her hips into it. She kisses back up your neck to your ear, whispers “touch yourself baby, give yourself a little bit of what you need.”

You let out a breath, fingers immediately pressing further into your wetness to find your swollen clit. You moan softly as you work slow circles there, the feeling of relief overwhelming and instant. Your eyes close, the movie forgotten, as you focus on the blooming pleasure that you’re building in your core. You grind into your fingertips as you work yourself over with a pattern that you enjoy, and Vera’s hand moves to your hip as she rolls herself more firmly against you from behind.

You move your free hand to your chest, dipping down into your tank top to roll one of your nipples between your fingers. Simultaneously you increase the speed of your fingertips on your clit without thought, your body taking what it needs on instinct, your hips rolling into your hand to create delicious friction. The movie is in a quiet spot, you hear the soft rhythmic sounds of wetness as your fingers make quick circles.

Vera bites your neck softly, makes a sound in her throat as she murmurs “Cariño, I can hear how wet you are. God, come here.”

She sits up, pulling your body with her on the couch. Then she moves out from behind you to stand, saying “Bend over right there, baby.”

Her hands guide you as she’s telling you to do it, and you follow without resistance, your body well versed in acquiescing when she’s taken control. She bends you over the couch cushion, rolling your hips into the angle that she wants them. Her fingertips trace from your hips over your ass, one hand moving between your legs and easily finding your entrance.

She slides two fingers into you quickly, bottoming out almost immediately, her hand making a wet sound against you.

“Fuck, you’re so wet that I just slide right in. Keep touching yourself baby”, her voice low as her fingers curl into you.

You move one of the hands supporting you back between your legs, moaning when they find your clit. She’s fucking into you now, a quick rhythm that hits a perfect spot on your inner wall when her fingers bottom out. Her free hand caresses your ass, smacks it and groans, smoothing her hand back over it afterwards. After a moment she reaches it out to tangle her fingers in your hair, lightly pulling your head back.

You hear the lust in her voice as she says, “You look so good like this, bent over, taking my fingers all the way, making my tattoos disappear before my knuckles hit you”

You moan at her words, lost to it, hips grinding seamlessly between her fingers and your own. She clenches her fingers in your hair as she murmurs “Babay, you’re so sexy. I love you.”

“I love you too, Vera. God, it feels so good, just like that,” your voice is low, almost unrecognizable to your own ears, taken over by desire.

She hums, “Good baby, take it. But you can’t come.”

You groan, fully aware that she isn’t letting you come yet. It kicks your arousal up a notch, a thing that you can’t explain. Something about getting teased, being denied again and again works you up in a way that you’ve never understood but really enjoy. Everything that she’s doing feels so good, every cell of your body is working towards orgasm, wants it. Yet against reason, every time she denies you your arousal climbs.

Your body begins to tense without your notice, the sounds falling from your mouth more frequent, your mind too far gone to care about noise. Her fingers bottom out into you harshly, slapping against you wetly, a distinct rhythm. Your own fingers work quickly against your clit, driving yourself towards your peak, savoring the building sensation within you.

You feel yourself clench against her fingers, your body alerting her to how close you are without words. You close your eyes and hold your breath, nerves alit as you feel the beginning of your orgasm approaching. Your body pulses against her again, and she says “Ah, ah, ah, detente, mi amor. That’s enough for now I think.”

Her fingers leave your body suddenly, wrapping wetly around your arm to move your hand out from under you. You whine, a small pathetic sound that escapes without your permission as your body thrums with denial, and she laughs. She rolls you, pulls you to standing and kisses you.

When she pulls back from the kiss she sits down on the couch, putting a pillow behind her back. She lifts her hips to pull her boxers down her legs, then lifts her shirt above her head. Your brain feels like it’s moving slowly, half focused on the need that pulses through you, simultaneously processing that Vera is fully naked on your couch now. She smirks at you, scoots her hips to the edge of the couch and opens her legs.

“You’ve got me so turned on, come here. You’re not coming, but I need to. I need your mouth on me.”

Her fingers wrap around your wrist, tugging downward. You fall to your knees in front of her, settling into the space between her thighs. Your eyes are drawn to how wet she is, moisture glistening on her open folds. The pretty musky scent of her hits you as your fingers open her up more, and your mouth finds her without further delay. You both moan at the same time, your sound muffled into her core as you take in her sweetness. You work into her slowly, gently, delicate flicks of your tongue that aim to tease. She’s been pushing you to the edge all day, plans to keep doing so, you’re taking the opportunity to give her a bit of that back.

You maintain your soft rhythm, focusing on her clit but keeping it languid, savoring her while you tease her. You genuinely enjoy doing this for her, love the way she tastes and smells and the way her body reacts as you work her over. Her hips arch upwards slightly and she groans, and you pull your head back as minimally as her movement, just enough to keep your mouth on her at the same level of softness. Her hands fall to your hair, and she puts gentle pressure there as she arches again, you pull back with more effort, the back of your head pushing against her palms as your tongue continues it’s rhythm.

Her breathing hitches and your eyes flick to her face. She’s biting her lip, her eyes wide and her pupils blown out. She releases her lip to say “Cariño por favor, I need you”, her voice taking on a needy quality that makes you moan into her. Her fingers clench in your hair as she holds your head and rolls her hips again, and this time you let her, eyes holding hers as you watch the pleasure hit her face. You recognize that sweet feeling of relief, the way that her mouth drops open and her eyes soften as you finally work into her aching clit with more pressure.

Her hips continue to roll into you, but the hands on the back of your head leave your hair to cup her own breasts. She’s stunning beyond words, looking down on you as you eat her out, her pretty features lustful, tattooed skin on display as her fingers slide up to her nipples. You watch as she rolls them in her fingers, cupping her breasts in her hands from the sides. The sight makes you groan into her again, want more of her even as your mouth is full of her, and you move the fingers of your free hand to her entrance. You tease them along her opening, fingertips dipping in and quickly retreating, making soft circles around her. She attempts to arch into them and you keep her from pushing onto your fingers as you continue to tease her.

Eventually she groans, her hips move restlessly against you as she fails to push your fingers into her, your tongue continuing it’s rhythm without interruption.

“Baby please, your fingers. I need you inside me”, you’d been waiting for her to ask, and the tone of her voice breaks you. She’s so sexy like this, her voice needy as she asks for your fingers. Your eyes watch her face as you fuck up into her, fingers sliding easily into her softness. She moans loudly, her eyes closing and hips arching as you repeatedly curl your fingers into her.

You let her grind against you without retreating now, giving her what she wants without teasing, watching the pleasure on her face as she rolls into you. You increase your speed on her, mouth working quickly as you smoothly tuck a third finger into her. You rub your thighs together, you’re completely wrecked by her when she’s like this, so turned on that it consumes you. You feel the wetness between your thighs as you press them together to give your own neglected clit the slightest relief.

You read it in her features when she gets close, see it in her face as she rolls her tongue and bites her lip, decipher the tension in her body and the pressure behind the grind of her hips. You moan into her when she clenches against your fingers, put as much force into them as you can when you thrust them inside her. It isn’t long before you see her orgasm wash over her, her legs shaking and thighs clamping against your face as she pulses through it. Your eyes roam over her hungrily, your own arousal becoming nearly unbearable as she comes undone before you.

Her eyes find yours again as the tension begins to leave her body, and her hands move softly into your hair. You slow your tongue to gentle licks, soothing her sensitive nerves as one of her hands drifts to your cheek. After a few seconds she pulls her legs wider, softly says “Oh sweetheart, you were so good to me. That was incredible.”

You slowly pull your fingers from her body and kiss her clit softly before you move backwards, standing just enough to move into her arms. She pulls you in and moves the pillow from behind her to scooch herself back on the couch further, guiding you to straddle her. She kisses you slowly but firmly, groaning as your tongue finds hers, her hands cupping your face. Eventually she pulls back, rests her forehead on yours and softly says “gracias, mi amor”.

She holds you like that for a few moments as she catches her breath, her body coming down from orgasm. It’s sweet, tender even, and you’re simultaneously hit with emotion for her and awareness of your positioning. Straddling her like this has you wide open, your core spread above her own. The slightest grind would roll you down into her, your hips twitch against your will, your body overwhelmed with want after bringing her to release on your tongue. Your control only lasts for a few long seconds, you can’t resist sinking downward onto her. Your breathing changes at the sensation, your eyes rolling back, and Vera laughs in her throat. Her hands move to your ass and she adjusts her hips, opening her legs slightly and rolling her body into a slouch. It brings her anatomy forward slightly, and she uses her hands on your ass to pull you into her body.

You both groan simultaneously as you grind together like that slowly, hips in perfect rhythm. She arches upwards into you and pulls you against her, pressing her mound into your open folds. You tip your head back and moan softly, eyes closed for a moment as you roll into her. The TV behind you has long gone silent, and you hear the moisture between your bodies in the quiet room as you rock together.

When you meet her eyes again you groan, see a need there that matches you own. “Baby you have me so worked up, I want you so bad.”

She smirks, kisses you once, clenches her fingers on your ass as she puts more pressure into it. “I want you too love. I can’t wait to have you shaking under me later”.

You’re turned on enough that the simple press of your bodies like this has you feeling wild, your clit desperate for every bit of sensation as your bodies move together. She senses this, rests your forehead against yours as she says “Baby I love you on top of me like this, but I think we need to cool down.”

You groan, a sound of protest, as your body continues to grind down into hers. Her hips roll upwards into yours still even as she says “Sweetheart, mmmm, God, we need to stop”, her voice taken over by that needy quality again.

She pulls you into her a few more times, arching deeply into the friction between your bodies. Groaning again, with one more perfect grind of her hips into yours, she rolls you up and off of her. She stands, fingers sliding down her tattooed abdomen and between her legs as you watch her rub slow circles on herself. Her eyes close and she makes a tiny sound, and after a few long seconds she pulls her fingers back and moves them towards your mouth. You suck her fingers softly, tasting the wetness that she’d collected and groaning, eyes holding hers as your tongue rolls against her fingers. She lets out a loud breath, pulling her fingers from your mouth with a pop and maintaining eye contact.

She clears her throat and licks her lips, eyes falling from yours to find her boxers. She smirks as she pulls them on, and your eyes get caught on the motion of her hips. Her shirt slides over her head next as she asks “Did I see ice cream in your freezer?”

She doesn’t wait for your response, blowing you a kiss and heading for your kitchen. You drop your head into the back of the couch, groaning quietly. Your whole body feels like it’s vibrating, like you’re nothing but need at this point. Looking over your shoulder to the direction that Vera went, your fingers slide between your legs and you close your eyes. You don’t know how long she’ll be gone, but you’re desperate for any relief, immediately take the opportunity to rub into your clit for a moment. You won’t make yourself come, you’re sure she’ll be back quickly, but you wouldn’t give into it regardless. You’re just chasing sensation right now, soothing your swollen folds and taking what you can.

You get into it enough that you don’t hear her return, open your eyes to find her standing there watching you with a bowl in each of her hands. She smirks, moving to pass you a bowl as you continue to work into yourself. Groaning, you pull your fingers away to accept the bowl from her.

“That’s my girl, let’s cool off a little. Literally and figuratively”, she says with a smirk, sitting down then leaning over to kiss you.

xxx

After ice cream she suggests that you shower together and says she’ll give you a massage afterwards. You get towels around and start the water, and Vera pulls you into her arms from behind. You’re startled and flinch slightly, she laughs and tightens her arms around you. She sways with you for a moment, then turns to kiss your cheek, jaw, and slowly downwards into your neck.

She loosens her arms to pull your tank top over your head, then spins you, kissing you softly. “We’re going to behave ourselves in the shower, okay? I want to take you to bed.”

She kisses you again, steps past you to put her hand in the water, laughs and has a sassy lilt to her voice when she says “OK, we’re taking a really hot shower, damn mami. It’s true, you’re my little devil.”

You laugh, moving past her to get in as you say “Only yours.”

She laughs again and undresses quickly to join you, pulling you into her arms once she’s in the water and kissing you softly. You attempt to deepen the kiss slightly and she bites your lip gently, pulling back from you and shaking her head. Glancing around your shower, she grabs your loofah and soap when she finds them. She opens the shower gel, leans in to smell it, and puts it on the loofah.

You take turns scrubbing each other gently, your hands behaving mostly as instructed but your eyes wandering where they please. You’ll never get over the way she looks in the water, her blackwork vibrant under the trails of water running down her skin. You’re both trying to keep your hair dry, but the bottom of her short curls grow damp regardless, darkening and curving upwards adorably around her neck.

You’re out of the shower quickly and head to your bedroom wrapped in towels, turning on a string of soft lights and finding the body butter that you prefer. Abandoning your towels to snuggle in under your blankets, you tangle together as you warm back up, rubbing your hands over each other and laughing between playful kisses. After a few moments you move one finger to her chin, holding her in a kiss that lingers but remains soft, your fingers eventually drifting to tuck a strand of hair behind her ear.

You pull back to watch her blue eyes open to find yours, your fingertips gently whispering up the side of her face, then moving back down to cup her jaw in your hand. You murmur that you love her, watch the corner of her mouth tick up in a smile as she says it back. You feel it as an undercurrent beneath all of the desire that runs through you both, you haven’t been verbalizing it for long, but your bodies have been communicating it for some time. It’s there in every touch, in the way that your body lights on fire for her so quickly, in the easy vulnerability you have in these moments with her. You keep finding yourself glad to have reached a place that you can say it now during these moments, when you’re doing this together. What you have might have started with just sex, but it’s evolved into more, deepened and matured over time. Experiencing sexuality with her has always been incredible, but it now contains emotion and builds connection in a way that reflects what you’ve become to each other. Hearing her say it is new enough that it hits you in the chest each time.

Eventually you’re warm enough that Vera pulls the covers back, and you lay stretched out on your stomach on the bed. She straddles your upper thighs, leaning down to kiss the space between your shoulder blades before opening the body butter. Eyes closed, you hear her rubbing it into her hands, warming it up before she puts it on your back. Her hands are still a touch chilly when she starts working smoothly into your shoulders, her fingertips a bit firm in a way that feels nice.

She takes her time, and you notice that the light around your curtains starts to dim. Moving down your back slowly, her fingers work into every area along her way. When she finishes with your lower back she moves off of you, murmuring “roll over love” and tapping your hip. She collects more lotion in her hands, warming it again, then uses one palm on your sternum to balance herself while she straddles your hips. You groan when she settles there and she smirks, leaning over to kiss you softly and smoothing her hands into the front of your shoulders.

She massages down into your biceps slowly, pulling back from the kiss when her hands turn to work their way upwards again. Your gaze wanders her body as her fingertips gently follow the pathway of your collarbones, moving downward to smooth along the area above your breasts. Your eyes find hers as she moves her hands to cup them, she smirks as she rubs into them as thoroughly as she has every other area that she’s worked into. Her palms teasingly graze over your nipples multiple times in this process, but finally she rolls them into her fingertips. You groan and grind yourself upwards against her, and she meets the movement, biting her lip. Your hips roll together softly and she pinches your nipples, and when she releases them you let out a breath that you hadn’t realized you’d been holding.

Moving on, she massages into your abdomen, using the right amount of pressure not to tickle you. When her hands reach your hips she shimmies down your upper thighs, rubbing firmly into the skin there once she settles above your knees. It feels like she works into your thighs more slowly, time at a standstill as her fingertips massage along your inner thighs, lingering close but never moving where you want them.

Eventually she leans down to kiss below your belly button, trailing downwards, stopping right above your curls, her breath warm on your skin. Her last kiss lingers there before she pulls back, smirking as she asks “Ready to try some of the things we bought?”

“Please, yes.” you say, and she moves off you. She climbs off of the bed, walking across the room and bending to grab the bags from yesterday. Your eyes follow her, watching her curves as she walks across the room, gaze drifting from her tattoo to her ass as she bends. She turns as she stands with the bags in hand, smirking when she catches where your eyes are.

She opens the boxes and goes to clean the new toys, you hear the sounds of her footsteps and the water running. She’s quickly back with everything in hand, climbing into the bed and kissing you. When she pulls back she reaches for the restraints that you’d bought together, dropping what must be the leg straps off of the side of the bed. Her features are focused as she looks from the wrist restraints to your headboard, then she moves to determine the best way to secure it. It doesn’t take her long to get them both into place, and she tugs on each one before returning to you.

She smiles sweetly, her hands reaching out to grasp your jaw. She pulls you to her gently, kissing you softly and lingering there. Eventually she pulls back and rests her forehead on yours with a quiet laugh, murmurs “I know I just said it, but I want you to hear it again before this. I love you.”

You laugh in return, saying “I love hearing it, and I love you too,” before kissing her softly again.

It’s sweet for a moment, your hands almost reverent on each other, gentle in a way that feels delicate. Touch fueled by the words you just shared, the intention that has come to run underneath these things that you do together. Over long moments the tone gradually shifts, those feelings evolving into desire as your bodies remind you of the day that you’ve shared, the plans for where it is now going.

Her voice is low when she breaks the kiss to say “Ven aquí mi amor. Let me tie you up.”

Your body reacts to the way that her voice sounds on instinct, her tone engrained into your memory, your clit throbs and little goosebumps arise on the back of your neck. She pulls you by the wrist to the restraints, guides you to roll to your back, murmuring “are you comfortable baby?” as she repositions the pillow under your head. After hearing that you are, she kisses you once softly before shifting her gaze and reaching for one length of black strap. She’s gentle as she wraps it around your wrist, putting two of her fingers between the strap and your skin once it’s secured to make sure it isn’t too tight. She kisses your wrist first above the restraint, then below it, before repeating the process with your other wrist. You find your body reacting to the care laced into this, the way that she’s taking time to ensure your comfort hits you as incredibly sexy.

Her eyes hold yours when she pulls back from you to ask, “How does that feel? Is it okay?”

You roll your wrists and then tug against the straps, quirking one side of your mouth up in a soft smile as you say, “Yes, I’m comfortable.”

She smiles at your words, and then you watch the way that her face shifts. Her smile drifts as her eyes glance upwards at your arms, then down your body, taking in how she’s tie you up. Tongue rolling in her mouth, she bites her lip before her eyes slowly make their way back up to meet yours. She holds your eyes before moving towards you, kissing you firmly and groaning into your mouth, biting your lip before she pulls away.

“Baby... You look incredible like this.” she murmurs, her voice low.

One finger touches where her lips just were, then moves downwards slowly, tracing the side of your neck into your collarbone. It changes direction, moving centimeters from your nipple at a teasing pace, her eyes catching yours for a moment as you make a small sound. She makes a loop around your bellybutton before journeying in an invisible line above your curls, following that to make a leisurely pathway down your inner thigh.

She kisses your knee, moving backwards to kneel completely away from you. She smirks, licking her lower lip before she asks, “What should we do first?... Hmm, it’s really up to me, isn’t it?”

Your voice is a mixture of a whine and a groan when you say her name, drawing the end out. She laughs, clasping her hands and tapping her fingers together, a mischievous look on her face.

“Let’s start with something that’s new to both of us? Try out the air vibe.” She grabs it, turning it in her hand to find the buttons. It’s light pink and palm sized, and one side has a round recessed area near the upper right.

She reaches for a couple pillows, stacking them behind her so that she can lean back, sitting facing opposite you. Once she gets into a comfortable position she smirks at you, opening her legs wide with one laying flat and the other drawn up at the knee. You don’t care that she sees your eyes flick between them, lingering before they look back up. When they do, you find her looking at the toy and pressing the button. She puts it on her hand and makes a perplexed face, says “ok?” and flicks it off.

She uses one hand to open herself up, rolling her hips slightly to better position herself. You’re stuck watching as she places the toy on her clit, hitting the button once. Her hips move slightly as you hear the faint sound of the toy, and you look up at her face.

Her lips are pursed together slightly, and she looks up at you as she says “I’m not sure I have it in the right place”, looking down again. Your eyes follow hers, watch her slightly readjusting the toy on her clit, but return to her face in time to see her find the spot that she needs. She arches slightly, her expression a mixture of pleasure and surprise.

She makes a small sound, says “Ohhh, it’s different, but good… Really good, fuck.” as her eyes close for a long moment. When they open they find yours for a second, and you see there how good it feels. Your body reacts to seeing her in pleasure, sparks shooting through you. Eyes leaving yours to shift downward, she watches where her hand is, her mouth open. Her hips flutter slightly against the toy, tiny rocks into it.

Her voice sounds the way it does when she’s taking it, a sound that wrecks you, as she says “I don’t really know how to explain it. Mmmm, damn, it’s fluttery. It feels little but it’s so good, and it’s only on the first setting... Let me try the second.”

A second later her eyes close again and she groans, the second setting apparently hitting her perfectly. She opens her eyes to find yours, voice tense as she says, “I’m not going to last long, and I want you to know what this feels like when you see me come”.

She pulls the toy from herself and moves towards you, her fingers spreading you open. She presses it to your clit and looks at your face, turning it on. You hold your breath, processing the feeling. It’s alright, but it isn’t much sensation. You know that Vera is more sensitive than you are, tends to use lower settings on the vibrators, so you aren’t entirely surprised. You tend to prefer your toys on the powerful side, which unfortunately normally means loud. This quiet, tiny thing likely wouldn’t get you there, but it’s alright.

She reads your face and says, “I don’t think we’ve got it where you need it mami”, and slowly adjusts the position on your clit. You feel the fluttering sensation gradually sliding, an almost teasing flutter. Out of nowhere it’s suddenly exquisite, a sound falling from you unexpectedly and your legs twitching. Vera’s smile is big when she says “Ahhh, we found it. Good right?”

You nod, taken back by what you’re feeling. You’ve never felt anything like it before, Vera is right that it’s different. It still feels like a flutter, but it’s indescribably good. It’s been on you for seconds and it has you at a level far beyond where your favorite vibrator would this early on. When you grind into it like you would any other toy it makes a sound, and it’s suddenly back to feeling like a tease, not quite right. You mimic the light, tiny movements that you saw Vera using and cry out, your eyes closing and your wrists tugging on the straps. She suddenly flips it into its second setting and you’re breathless, arching with shaking legs. The toy itself moves so little, feels so light on you that you can sense your body’s response to it more clearly than with a vibrator. You feel yourself pulse rhythmically inside, clenching against nothing. You sense the way that internal movement makes you twitch on the outside too. They’re little details that you normally only notice when fingers or a mouth are on you, not a toy. Toys tend to drown that out and can even make you go a little numb after too long. This is wildly good, more than you could’ve imagined, while also being so gentle that you sense your body more.

It’s suddenly gone, and your eyes fly open at the loss. Vera leans forward to kiss your clit, tongue peeking out to lick a single broad stripe along it before pulling away from you. She’s been doing this to you all day, it’s almost unbearably torturous in the best way, being restrained like this turns it up a notch.

She returns to her place against the pillows, her eyes finding you. Her smile is sweet as she asks “How are you feeling baby?“. Her voice still has the low undertone of her arousal, but you also hear care there. She would stop if you wanted her to, she’s checking in with you before she continues.

Your smile matches hers as you say, “I’m great”, your voice cracking slightly, a side effect of the sounds she’s had you making all day. You clear your throat and laugh, saying “I want you like crazy, but I’m fine.”

She laughs in return as she says, “I also want you like crazy, cariño. You’re so sexy like that... I love you”, her face softening again.

You murmur “I love you too”, feeling it in your chest.

Her smile changes again, returning to the mischievous lustful look that she’s carried all day, as she says “Pero mi vida... I need to come again to keep teasing you like this. It’s hot as fuck that you like to be kept on edge all day, but I can’t hold out the way you can.” her face at the end is a bit shy for the situation, cute for how dirty this all is.

She looks down to watch her fingers open herself up again, two dipping in to rub a few circles on her clit, her hips grinding into it. She groans and her eyes close for a second, then she reaches for the toy. She puts it on her clit, turning it on and adjusting its position. It’s once again obvious when she finds the right place, her body visibly reacting to it. Her hips gently move against it a few times, and then she flips it back into its second setting. She moans, low and cut off at the end, her back arching.

Her eyes open to find yours, her voice needy as she says “damn, yeah, I need to come baby. I’m not going to last long at all”.

You moan at her words, your eyes hungry on her as she rocks into the toy, sounds falling from her regularly. She’s so sexy that your brain doesn’t have words for it, isn’t sure that they could possibly exist in any language. You’re not sure if you’ve ever been this turned on, you feel truly consumed by it when you’re watching her like this, heightened by your inability to seek any relief from it.

Her features reflect the neediness in her voice, her mouth open, her eyebrows slightly drawn above half-lidded eyes. Her breathing is erratic, punctuated by the sounds she’s making. She’s noisy when she’s into it, more so when she reaches this kind of need. You love watching her give into herself like this, taking in the way her legs shake and her body moves. Her free hand drifts over her tattooed abdomen up to her nipple, rolling it between her fingers and biting her lip to break off an especially loud moan.

Her body jerks suddenly, her eyes slamming shut, and it occurs to you that she must have increased the setting. Her body tenses rapidly, her back straightening as her hips twitch. A slightly high pitched sound escapes her as she bites her lip, and when her eyes open to find yours they’re desperate. You can tell that she’s seconds from the edge, she’s at a loss for words but you read it on her.

“Come on sweetheart, come for me.” you say, licking your lips. “Give it to me.”

Her hips roll forward one more time and she’s gone, unable to hold her sounds back as she jerks through it. She’s stunning, completely lost to her own pleasure, her back arched beautifully as her hips move out of rhythm.

Her orgasm is long, seconds ticking by as you watch it overtake her. Eventually you watch her body soften and her features relax. Her eyes fall to where her hips continue gently rolling into the toy, and she says “Ohhh”, laughing quietly when her eyes find yours, “that was... wow.”

Your voice is low, how worked up you are evident in your tone, as you say “God Vera. That was beautiful, you’re so sexy.”

Her face softens again as she says, “Oh love, look at you”, crawling towards you as she continues “you want it so bad, don’t you?”

Her eyes fall between your legs and she groans, her fingers finding you gently. They’re whisper soft as she slides them in a V shape around your most sensitive part. She rolls them together in that shape around you, a teasing pressure surrounding where you want her but not directly on it, and you arch, your wrists pulling against the straps. Her other hand uses one finger to softly circle your entrance, and your eyes close. You’re on fire, she’s centimeters from everywhere that you need her.

“Please” falls out of you without thinking, your voice small, your eyes opening to find hers.

She makes a small sound in her throat, her face briefly as needy as you feel, licks her lips and says “please what, mi cosa linda?”

“I need you, please.”

“I’m right here love, you have me.”

You groan, “I need you inside me, please, right now.”

“Oh baby, that’s all you needed to say”, her voice sweet.

Her eyes fall to your core again as two fingers slowly slide into you. She watches them quietly for a few strokes, biting her lip. She releases it with a groan, saying “You’re so pretty, you’ve stayed so wet for me all day.”

The two fingers around your clit continue their torturous V movement, your clit throbbing untouched. You shift yourself slightly, trying to draw some relief there. Vera curls her fingers inside of you as she asks, “Is there something else that you want?”

“Please touch my clit”

“How much do you need it?”

Your voice is wrecked when you say, “I need it so bad, please Vera.

Her eyes watch your expression as she gives you what you want, her fingers finally moving over you. You hold your breath and grind into it, focused on taking it in, the feeling incredible after being teased with her fingers in that V. You’re so sensitive, so unbelievably worked up for it. Her eyes leave your face to watch her fingers again, mouth dropping open slightly as she fucks into you more firmly. She groans, “I love watching you take my fingers, but it always makes me want to taste you.”

Her mouth replaces her fingers on your clit, eating into you without any gentleness, like she’s been holding herself back from it. You grind into her freely, too worked up to think about it, immediately lost in it. It’s exactly what you need, hungry and desperate, and you already feel yourself contracting against her fingers. It’s as though every nerve in your body has been reassigned, all of them amassed to where she works you over, each one in overdrive. You’ve been on edge all day, realize that you’re getting close already.

As though she read the thought, she pulls completely away from you with no warning. You make a noise, your body so shocked by the sudden change that you feel a pulsing in your head that carries throughout you. You’re reeling from the denial as she reaches for the double sided toy, bringing the lube with it.

The toy is bright pink, almost a curvy L shape that vibrates on each end, one side slightly shorter than the other but flaring thicker at the end to hold it in place. The person wearing it gets a bit less length but more width, and the part of the toy that passes by their clit on the way to the other end has a place to grid into that vibrates. Vera smooths lube on both sides, moving towards you. She leans forward to kiss you softly, her free hand holding your face.

When she pulls back she asks “Are you still ok baby?”

You nod, “I’m OK love, I just want you.”

She laughs, saying “working on it” and kissing you again.

She moves between your legs, positioning the slightly shorter end of the toy towards her core. Her eyes look down as she slowly slides it into herself, watching until it bottoms out, then locating the buttons and turning it on. She makes a sound, her eyes finding yours, and smirks as she moves into position over you. Kissing you firmly, she bites your lip before pulling away to look down. Using one hand, she teases the longer side of the toy against you. She rubs it up into your folds and along your clit, then down to your entrance, dipping in slightly before resuming her pathway. The vibration is in a low setting, but it feels good regardless, and you arch into it as she teases you.

Her eyes find yours as she makes one more pass over you before slowly, finally sinking the length into you. When you process this you arch into it, adjusting the angle of your hips slightly. She holds her position when she fully bottoms out, leaning in to kiss you deeply as the toy vibrates between you. You grind into her, trying to take as much as her stillness allows you.

She pulls back from the kiss with a smirk, saying “impatient”, as she starts a leisurely pattern with her hips.

Laughing as your hips follow her rhythm, you say “it’s like I’ve been waiting all day”

She smiles, her free hand coming up to rub one of your wrists below the restraint, then moving up to tangle her fingers with yours. “I know you have, you’ve been so good for me. Do you think I should let you come this time?“, her hips picking up speed and her face showing her own pleasure as she rocks up into you.

You moan, nodding “please”

She hums, leaning in to kiss you again, her hand squeezing yours once before leaving it to trail down your body. Her tongue slides into your mouth as her fingers reach your curls, finding your clit easily and falling into a quick rhythm there. You make a sound into the kiss, the addition of her fingers feels incredible paired with the strap vibrating as it moves in and out of you. Grinding into you at the end of each stroke, her angle and the pressure she uses curls the vibrating end of the strap into a sensitive area along your inner wall.

She pulls back from the kiss at the end of a particularly deep grind of her hips, a moan falling from her lips as she straightens herself out over you. Looking down, her gaze focuses on the way that she works the strap in and out of you, groaning and biting her lip like she’s trying to keep herself quiet. She’s always expressive when she’s topping you, you know that she enjoys it as much as you do, but you can tell that having something inside of her at the same time is hitting her differently. Her usual confident, assertive sass is mixed with the more wanton expressions and sounds that she makes when she’s taking it. It’s sexy it a way that you can’t explain, watching her giving and getting at the same time, a slightly new twist to things. You love switching with each other, but this is somewhere in the middle. You’ve been burning up all day, and what she’s doing to your body is getting you there quickly already, but seeing her like this feels like adding accelerant to the fire in you.

The sensation of building orgasm rises in you again, as it has so many times today. You feel yourself pulse against the strap inside you, every thrust and flick of her fingers bringing you closer to the edge. It’s been intense all day, need growing at each denial, but it feels more insistent this time. Your hips meet hers instinctively, like your body is determined to get there. You couldn’t hold yourself back if you wanted to at this point, sense that you’re seconds from falling over the edge.

You groan, knowing that in a few more thrusts and you’ll come, even if she pulls out just beforehand it feels inevitable. As much as you need it, you want to do it with her inside of you, you don’t want to fall over the edge clenching against nothing, too far gone to stop yourself.

“Baby if you keep going I’m not going to be able to stop myself again, I’m too worked up.”

She doesn’t let up, smirks as she says “I don’t know, how bad do you want it?”

“Fuck, I need it but I want you inside me when I come. If you’re going to stop I need you to.”

She doesn’t respond with words, her eyes holding yours as she starts fucking into you harder. The restraints feel tight on your wrists as you arch into her, her eyes closing for a moment and a small sound escaping her, as though the way you’ve arched into her put more pressure on the part of the toy within her.

You feel frantic as you moan out, “Vera I’m going to come, I won’t be able to stop.”

Her eyes hold yours as she says “It’s OK baby, give it up for me, you can come.”

It’s as though she flicked a switch, your body suddenly given permission after a whole day of denial. Two more rolls of her hips and you’re gone, crashing hard into a powerful orgasm and immediately consumed by it. You’re thoughtless, lost to the sensations coursing through you, overwhelmed by the intensity of it. You vaguely process how loud you are, but you’re unable to control it and find that you don’t care. Your body has been waiting for this moment, is focused on processing and enjoying every second of the release that it’s been chasing all day, you’re beyond caring if the neighbors hear it.

It feels endless as you pulse through it, tied up and overtaken by it, your sense of time lost to rapture. It’s so good that it borders on too much, a pleasure that is almost painful at times, your breath catching when it’s especially overwhelming.

Slowly, gradually, you feel yourself coming down. The tension fades from your body as desperation is replaced with a more calm, blissed out feeling. She rocks into you softly now, as though she’s soothing you down from it, a sweet indulgence after such intensity.

She’s at a slow grind when she leans forward to kiss you, her expression tender. You feel the love that she has for you there, in the gentle way that she moves in her lips on yours, almost reverently. Like you’re a fragile, priceless thing. It’s a stark contrast to moments ago, and you feel emotion rise up in you as the kiss goes on.

She rests her forehead on yours when she pulls back, breathless. A small smile on her lips when she murmurs, “Te amo mucho, cariño. Eres increíble. You’re amazing, that was so beautiful.”

You find yourself equally breathless as you respond, “I love you too, Vera, that was really good. God.” You laugh softly at the end, feeling a bit high on everything that your body just experienced.

She smiles, kissing you once more and slowly removing the strap from your body. You groan as you feel it slide out, your body clenching at the loss of sensation. Her voice is gentle, laced with concern when she asks “Can you take one more love, or are you all tapped out?”

You laugh softly once, “Do you think one is enough after the day that you put me through?”

Her voice is amused when she says “just making sure”, as she rolls your hips sideways, your legs pointing towards the side of the bed as your back remains flat. Maneuvering a pillow underneath of you before moving into position on her knees, her eyes look downwards as her hands fan out over your ass and thigh. She smacks your ass once, soothing the skin with her hand afterwards, and you feel the tip of the toy graze your entrance.

She slides it back in slowly, pausing to grind in deeply when it bottoms out. Holding her place there, she rolls her hips into your ass a few times, groaning and murmuring “fuck” as she clenches her fingers on your skin. When she starts moving her pace is slow, her focus seemingly on watching the way the toy moves in and out of you. She looks mesmerized, rolling her tongue and licking her bottom lip.

Eventually her eyes make their way back up to yours and she moans, leaning over to reach for the air vibe. She pulls your top leg into her chest, holding it in place there. The positioning keeps your body in place as she works into you with the strap, while also leaving your folds wide open. She puts the air vibe on your clit, turning it on and watching your face as she shifts the toy on you. She smirks when she finds what she’s looking for, your legs twitching when she finds the right spot on your clit. The subtle flutter is an exquisite accompaniment to the vibration moving in and out of you.

“That’s exactly where we need it, huh?”

You nod, and she says “Good”, clicking the toy into its second setting as the word leaves her mouth. Your hips jerk at the increased sensation and she laughs, hips moving a bit more quickly as she goes on, “I’m not going to last long, you need to catch up”, increasing the setting again. Your eyes slam closed, wrists pulling against the restraints. You’re so sensitive still, it’s too much, a quick jump into overstimulation.

Your eyes open when she says, “¿Mi vida?” her features drawn, her hips slowing a touch. “Too much?”

You shake your head, clearing your throat to say “No, no. It’s a lot, but it’s good.”

She smiles sweetly as her hips resume their previous place, “just making sure”, kissing your leg softly.

The softness is quickly gone after that, her eyes again falling to where she moves inside of you. You see it when her focus shifts to chasing her own release, it’s in the little expressions that she makes, her eyes rolling back when she grinds in, short bursts of tension across her features, her erratic breathing, the way her fingers clasp your leg. She’s fucking into you hard enough that it’s loud, the wet sound as she bottoms out filling the room, the hum of the toys harmonizing with her rhythm.

There is desperation in her eyes when they lock onto yours, and in that moment she apparently decides that you aren’t as lost as she is, increasing the setting on the toy again. You flinch, a near whole body movement as your nerves process the overstimulation. You hold your breath, but eventually you can’t hold back the sound that comes from you, high pitched and noisy between rapid breaths.

Her hips snap into you wildly, the added pressure at the end of each thrust grinding perfectly inside you. You’re so overstimulated that it feels like a tight coil within you, pressure rising to a snapping point, the sensation uncomfortable but incredible. Your eyes watch as her orgasm hits her, her features shifting as a moan escapes her, and it throws you into it with her. It feels explosive, entirely too much, absolutely perfect. As though the two of you are all that is left of existence, pulsing through this together, entirely lost in what you’ve done to each other.

Eventually you start to come down, jerking away from the air vibe and making a sound, and Vera moves it from you, hips slowing to a gentle grind as she lowers your leg. Your breathing regulates as the overstimulation falls to a simmer, her softness now almost a pleasurable comfort in the wake of such an extreme. She pulls the vibrator free of you, moving the pillow and carefully rolling your hips so that you lay flat again. Your body feels loose, wrung out, a blissful sort of haze over it as your legs continue to lightly twitch.

She removes the toy from herself, turning it off and putting it aside as she moves to kiss you. Her hands drift up to your left hand, smoothly undoing the restraint while she kisses you, massaging into your wrist gently as she releases it. She repeats the process with your other hand, each of them falling into her hair once free, as she continues to kiss you. It’s lingering, driven by emotion, a conversation without words after the experience you just shared.

Afterwards your bodies tangle softly together on your sides, heartbeats calming and breathing evening out. She kisses your wrists, your cheeks, your forehead as you exchange little sweet words in between leisurely moments of your lips finding each other again. The way that your skin slides against each other now somehow inexplicably perfect in a different way, enjoying each other without tension.

You linger together like that for hours, staying up later than you should, enjoying the kind of conversation that you can only have in moments like this, with her. You pass a vape pen between you, the comfortable low buzz of it rolling over you as you talk, skin to skin under soft blankets. You’ve done this so many times, but this time the always wonderful afterwards feels somehow sweeter, more significant. It’s charged with comfort and emotion, an open vulnerability like you’ve never experienced.

You’re not sure who drifts off first or when it happens, but you sleep soundly, almost unmoving held within each other’s arms. Bodies exhausted and spent, but staying tangled together even in sleep.