Let her finish with her hands

“Your wish is my command,” she says. “But I am going to get a taste of your cock today. I’m going to give you a blow job that puts you in orbit until your next birthday.”

She keeps stroking you, while she finds your nipple with her other hand, rubbing you lightly. You hang onto both of her arms for balance, short of breath, gasping whenever she pauses to fondle your balls, or to tease the head of your cock with her fingertips. You’re tempted to close your hand over hers, to give you the extra pressure you crave, but instead, you let her drive, and just enjoy the ride.

Eventually, your muscles start to tense all up and down your body. “Courtney,” you moan.

“Uh huh?”

“I’m going to…”

“Mm hmm?”

“Please…”

She squeezes, pumping you firmly, and it’s enough to rocket you over the edge. You burst in her hand, shouting and shivering, Your orgasm sprays across the floor, one hard spurt at a time, and she encourages you with every stroke of her fist. It’s perfect and divine, and any time you touch yourself from now on, it will be a poor substitute for this.

As she slows down, her fingers become sticky with your orgasm, and the slick wetness of her hand sends a new thrill through your body. It’s a shame you can’t come again as easily as she can, because it’s a shame to waste such a delicious sensation. But soon you’re limp in her hand, and she releases you. “I guess you really did need it,” she says. “You must have been dreaming about me all night.”

“Not all night,” you tell her, breathlessly.

She laughs, and steps away from you, letting you watch her lick one of her creamy fingertips. “Now, you go and have a quick shower, and I’ll meet you in your bedroom. And we’ll take it nice and slow this time.”