They had talked beforehand about him coming over to give her a hug. She was quite happy with this plan as often she just missed seeing him, being near him and the idea of a hug sounded quite nice to her.
But as it happened, because she had the house to herself, she pulled out some pieces of lingerie to try on and take pictures. Some sets she had worn before and others that she hadn’t. He liked to find out how she got on with the lingerie and it aroused her to know that he was seeing her in scraps of fabric, it aroused her to know that he liked what he saw in her pictures. She’d been taking to sending him more risque pictures, pictures she wouldn’t normally show to others. Of her naked breasts, or of between her legs that she would normally have covered demurely with her hand.
That day, she’d sent him a video of her pulling down the fabric covering her boobs, of her holding her naked boobs before finally pulling on each of her nipples releasing them one at a time. She was thinking of him as she filmed it, of him pulling at her nipples, of him touching her, of him watching her.
After the video, she had already told him that she planned to masturbate. She was charging a toy that she used only rarely, a rose toy that simulated sucking her clit that she enjoyed only at the highest, most intense setting. She’d also recently found under the bed restraints she’d forgot she had and had little opportunity to use and she’d liked using them during her masturbation sessions when she could, giving it that little bit of additional edge. She had already set up just the bottom half of the bed, intending to restrain her legs in a wide open V.
He’d sent a message asking how the charging of her rose toy was going. She’d responded to say it was giving a solid light and that everything was good to go. She had told him before that trying on lingerie and taking pictures excited her.
She mentioned the leg restraints and he shocked her by what he said next.
Best leave the front door unlocked for me to come in, he said.
Her breath slightly erratic, she responded with something non-committal to find out if he meant it. She liked it then when he’d asked her if what he had said was okay instead of using his command voice. By asking her it meant she could decide if this was something she was comfortable with as they hadn’t discussed anything like it before. He followed it up by asking again and she was reminded by how safe she felt with him.
She had no concerns, as soon as she’d read his message her heartrate had spiked in excitement. She knew that if he meant what he’d suggested that she’d fly down her stairs and unlock her front door straightaway.
Do you want to feel what it’s like to know or not know if I am going to walk in? he’d asked. She thought again about how sexy she finds him, that she loves that he can ask her this question.
And it does elevate things for her as she’s lying in the middle of her bed, naked, spread open with her rose toy pulsing on her clit. She’s had to adjust her legs so that her knees bending and her legs open pull at the restraints but not in an uncomfortable way. She likes the feel of them firm on her ankles holding her in position but that it also gives her some room for movement.
She becomes more aware of the sounds in her house, of her dog barking at passersby at the front of her house and she repeatedly wonders if one of those people are him. She decides she can’t stop every time she wonders ‘is that him?’ and instead she tries to focus on her own pleasure. She moves the rose toy so that all the suction is coming from one side of her clit instead of full on and she changes the setting so that it pulses and pulses and pulses and then stops and in each of the stops her breath catches and soon, she can feel the crest of an orgasm. But it is just out of reach.
She is needy and full of want but she knows she won’t be able to get to orgasm on her own. Not without a helping pair of hands and she thinks about him again. She pulls at her leg restraints, she arches her back thinking desperately if she can just get in the right position, if she could use her toy at just the right angle surely she must be able to tip her over the edge. Surely.
As the minutes go by she starts to panic that he might not show up. She thinks briefly that she will definitely cry if that’s the case but she decides that she’s still feeling too tightly strung to worry about it too much just now. She wants to sink into the feeling of pleasure again, the anticipation of it, the thrill of wondering when he’ll come. He will come, she’s decided.
She focuses on that thought as she pulls against her leg restraints and adjusts her rose toy. She’s hit on just the right spot that if she could just have something more, something just out of reach that she could probably get there. And that’s when she hears the telltale creak of the floorboards at the top of her stairs. And as much as she’s convinced herself he was definitely coming, she realises she also feels surprised and relieved hearing that sound.
When he pushes open her bedroom door and she sees him, she almost immediately has to close her eyes because the moment he arrived it feels like everything has changed with her body. Maybe it’s the anticipation of knowing that with him there she will have an orgasm, maybe it’s the excitement of knowing that her pleasure will be his focus, maybe it’s just because it’s so nice to see him but there’s an electric current running through her body.
Had she ever told him that having someone watch her masturbate is one of her favourite thoughts? Just having him standing in her bedroom this close to her as she’s naked on the bed, seeing her held open by the leg restraints, hearing her breathing all over the place brings her to the brink of coming. She forces her eyes to open to look at him, but her gaze is one of arousal, of need. She tries to say without words that she needs him here, closer, she needs that broken apart feeling of an orgasm ripping through her. But she has no words.
He leans over and first gives her an amazing kiss. It is exactly what she wants. Kissing is her favourite and he is a great kisser. Next, he leans over and he sucks one nipple into his mouth and then the other. She is so aroused by this point that he barely brushes his fingers along her clit before her first orgasm hits. At some point she has let go of the rose toy but he picks it up again and places it over her clit as he slides his fingers into her and she is lost. Waves of pleasure crash against her especially as he kisses her again.
It’s moments later when her breathing returns to normal and she opens her eyes. He looks at her and smiles, says hello. She feels reset from her orgasms, and she feels so much gratitude towards him. For being here, for giving her pleasure. She almost tells him this but he’s distracted by her naked body, her nipples, the sight of her and as he starts touching her again another round of orgasms comes rushing in and she marvels again at how responsive her body is to his attention, to his hands.
If it’s all right with you, I’m going to fuck you now, he says.
She’s almost too shy to watch him as he undresses and later she thinks how silly that is. Once he’s undressed and put a condom on, he positions himself between her legs. But the leg restraints means she can’t spread her legs any more and she wants to. She tries to scoot further down the bed but it isn’t working so he helps her to undo the leg restraints. He’d made a comment about why only the leg restraints were being used she said she needed her hands to use her toy.
But when the leg restraints are off and he’s inside her he says now that I’m here I can do this as he holds her arms above her head pressing her arms into the mattress restraining her in a way that felt so much better than the velcro straps. More so is the way that he looks at her as he’s fucking her. Him looking at her feels so intense, there’s so much vulnerability in it but she can’t close her eyes to him.
Everything after that is a blur.
She remembers the way before he leans over and swipes his tongue along the length of her and the gasping noise she makes when he does.
She remembers the way he leans over and kisses her leg. The look on his face as he sucks fingers into his mouth and uses his wet fingers to rub her clit as holds himself inside her, not moving until she’s had another orgasm.
She remembers holding him close to her, wanting him to press himself against her or to press herself against him, moaning as she comes, the noise of it straight into his ear. She knows he likes to hear her pleasure noises just as she likes to hear his groan of pleasure at the sound of her falling apart. She’s greedy for his kisses.
He asks her at one point, what do you want? and she struggles with an answer and he asks her again, go on, tell me what you want. In the end she says, I just want to feel good and she pauses before adding that she does feel good, that he feels good. And he murmurs some sort of praise about her that she doesn’t quite hear.
She remembers the way it thrills her when he says I’m coming and watching his face as it relaxes into pleasure, the way his eyes actually roll back as he comes. He looks so beautiful in that moment and she feels such warmth towards him.
When he’s recovered he asks her if she’s okay and she responds I’m very well, thank you in a very polite tone that she doesn’t mean but she can’t help herself from being awkward but he smiles at her anyway. She does something she’s always wanted to do and she touches his face in a gentle way. She’ll be embarrassed by this act almost immediately.
And almost to try to erase her prim answer to his question and the way she looked at him so tenderly just then she throws words between them without much thought.
He is still inside her when she’s asks him then do you know what I regret? and later she will kick herself at this wildly inappropriate question and timing. But he seems amused by this question and asks her what do you regret? She says not turning the fan on before I put on the leg restraints, it’s very warm. And they both get up and do some basic clean up before collapsing on the bed again.
He teases her after that as he settled onto the bed next to her and she pushes herself against him. They talk about the length of his hair and about cars and about her dog and she loves this part. She loves all the parts with him but especially this one, naked and spent, relaxation seeping into her bones and talking together before all the worry and insecurity will come rushing back to her when he leaves. She won’t think about that in that moment though, she’ll just like being next to him, being able to touch him, to see his pretty eyes and the way his lips quirk into a smile.
Later, as they’ve gotten dressed, she’ll remind him that that wasn’t just a hug as promised. I’m not complaining, she says. Just an observation. But as soon as she says it she thinks she really does want a hug. She almost doesn’t bring it up but decides to ask him anyway. She won’t know when she’ll next have a hug if she doesn’t ask. And without hesitation he opens his arms for her.
He’s so tall, she always forgets that. And it feels so warm and safe in that hug, especially the way he holds her tight and he doesn’t let go. Later she’ll cry thinking how great that hug is.
And after he’s left, she’ll pick up her phone to tell him about all the big feelings she’s had about seeing him again, about him coming over, about the sex and the almost risky nature of it. She’ll think about touching his face and about that hug. She tries to think of how to put her feelings into words, how to convey how she’s feeling to him. But it’s too hard and she can’t find the words so instead she types out a different message to him.
Thank you for coming over
Baby, Can I Hold You 