So….this one time….
This morning’s orgasm brought to me by this man.
I was imagining this:
He slides two of those long fingers inside me and whispers in his low timbre, “Is this what you wanted? Me, inside you? Mmmm. Here I am. But I won’t move. You’ll need to writhe and clench upon them to find your pleasure.”
So I do. And, true to his word, he does not move - only watches. As my flesh flutters around him - my orgasm so close I can taste it - he curls the top of his fingers and begins stroking in a ‘come hither’ manner.
My knees buckle, I grab hold of him and pant as my orgasm begins to crest. Just as it begins, his fingers begin swirling along my walls as though I’m a potion being patiently brewed.
My orgasm is NOT patient - I scream and cum with no control over the bucking and writhing of my body!
As my breathing slows, his other hand slides up my neck, into my hair and he gently strokes while whispering about what a good girl I am. I moan with disappointment as he removes his fingers from me. I’ve grown rather fond of them there. But, my disappointment is soon replaced with arousal as he places them in his own mouth.
The sight of him savoring my cum draws me in, instantly. I lean in to taste myself on his lips. He welcomes me and we share the task of cleaning his fingers.
Aaaaaaaaannndd I’m throbbing. Thank you Lil Miss. Into the shower I go.
Rrrrrawr. This morning, in the shower, I came to the thought of Mr. Hiddleston reading this and wanking.