Not from him she isn't, not right now

Felicity lays back on her bed, taking long deep breaths as she savours his taste on her tongue and watches his cock softening. It’s her first time seeing his cock properly and she marvels as it slowly loses its stiffness and droops downwards. Even soft she thinks it looks amazing, worthy of the man it belongs to.

As she gazes on, he stands there taking his own deep breaths, until finally he reaches down for his jeans and starts to pull them up and covering his now soften cock.

“You did so well Felicity” he tells her as he does his belt up, much to her dismay that the object of her current desire, his cock, is no longer in view. Worse yet, that he has redressed, suggesting that he has no further plans for her, or at least not in the way she desperately wants right now. He looks down as she lays there, her need for more obvious to him as she smiles at her. “I did say you needed a suitable punishment didn’t I for being such a bad girl, and this is it, being made to wait before you get fucked. Because that’s what you want now isn’t it young lady?” She doesn’t even need to answer him, she knows that the look on her face says it all.

“Next time. You’ve earned it with that wonderful blowjob” he informs her and through her disappointment there is a little glimmer of joy as he makes it clear there will be a next time, even if it isn’t right now.

“When?” she enquires, the single word all she can manage as she does her best not to sound like a needy teen.

“Next weekend? How about Friday, if you are free?”

“I’m free” she quickly confirms to him, not caring if her speed of response gives away her eagerness. “I’ve got classes in the afternoon, but nothing in the evening.” She hates herself for mentioning classes, another reminder of her younger years, but he doesn’t seem to notice, instead just nodding agreement.

“That’s great, and if you are good” he starts, looking at her with a knowing little glint in his eyes, “then Friday night you will get what you want.” He doesn’t need to expand on what that would be, they both know how badly she needs him to fuck her.

He turns towards her bedroom door, clearly ready to leave, before he moves closer to her again. She watches his hand as it reaches down and picks up the discarded vibrator. “Feel free to finish what you started if you wish” he tells her as he hands it to her, and then this time he does head to the door, giving her a farewell smile before he vanishes through it.

She listens as he descends the stairs, and then moments later there is the sound of the front door opening and closing, and she knows he has left. She looks at the vibrator in her hands, knowing that she still has an ache between her thighs that would savour attention, but then she wonders if maybe waiting until Friday would be even more rewarding?