A Feather

Your fingers danced along her navel, playfully, your voice sharpened into a sensual growl, which shook the woman to her core. “So you really don’t know anything do you, are you quite sure?” Your fingers curled upward, stroking lightly after every word, making a a loud, **** whine spill out of her.

“Yes..” she begged almost desperately, out of breaths yet still hungry for more. “Yes.. absolutely nothing, so.. eugh- oh, oh.. more… Please, more.”

But much to her chagrin, you removed his fingers from her body, drawing a disappointed whine from her form.

“If you say so,” you said, your lips just shy of her ear. “Lets test out that then.”

Wanting to drag it as long as possible you reached for a feather, and with slow impossibly light touches let you tease the woman’s quivering clit even further, pushing her deeper and deeper into ****, strong wanton need which only increased for each passing second.

“How pained you must be… pained by the anguish of desire, feeding your every whim,” you spoke in earnest, your voice a small pleasurable chill down woman spine. “But really don’t have to be that way you know, just tell me what I want, I will let cum as much as you want, it as easy at that… What do you say?”

“Please just let me cum,” she pleaded, her chest heaving with every word, her chest flushed pink as her orgasm was beginning to take hold. “I really don’t know anything, so please - once, just once - please - let me... I- I am so- I am so.. close- so very close.. just a little more… Please…“

You looked at her and sighed, before harsh words then spilled forth from you. “Did I not make myself clear? Give me the room code or tell who has it?”

But in place of words came only soft whimpers and moans, as the pixie woman now seemed to be stranded on the edge and wound up so tight that any touch could be enough to set her off, her body and mind pushed too far for the arousal to wane. Her body bared and locked in place; the rapid pulse thrumming on her neck; so what to do now?