Devotional Sex 5: Heavingly

The early morning light sneaked through the slit in the curtains, casting a soft glow across the room. The air was still, filled with a comfortable silence that seemed almost tangible. Louises blond hair fell in loose waves over her bare shoulders, her breathing deep and rhythmic. A soft, almost imperceptible smile played on her lips as she felt the warmth of the body beside her.

Tom lay with his eyes closed, his chest rising and falling with the steady rhythm of sleep. His skin, a canvas of gentle masculine lines, was bathed in the soft light. His cock, semi-erect, nestled comfortably in the warm embrace of her hand. It was a familiar sensation for both of them, a silent declaration of trust and intimacy that had become a cherished part of their nightly ritual. The 'devotional cuddle' was an important pillar within devotional sex and they both enjoyed the dynamic that quietly holding his cock while they cuddled gave their relationship

With the utmost care, she curled her fingers around him, feeling the heat and pulse of his life force beneath her gentle touch. His cock stirred slightly, a silent greeting to the new day, and she couldn't help but feel a surge of power knowing that she held his desires in her palm. She began to apply a slight pressure, her thumb tracing the vein that ran along the underside, feeling it pulse in response to her touch.

Tom stirred, a soft groan escaping his lips as he felt the gentle squeeze of her fist. His eyes fluttered open, revealing a sleepy gaze that searched for hers. Within 'devotional sex' his erection no longer means that penetration and ejaculation are expected. So both the Princess as the Knight can regard his erection as a sign of desire for her. The Knight can slip into his feelings in the moment, being present. The Princess experiences his erection without pressure as a sign of worship for her body. For Tom personally it felt delightful to just enjoy being horny with her without shame or worry of putting any pressure on her. He felt the glow of her girlish finely built body with narrow waist within reach.

She looked down at him, her smile widening into a playful grin. "Good morning," she murmured, her voice a sweet whisper that danced across the room. His eyes grew hooded with lust, his body responding to the unspoken promise in her tone.

He reached out, his hand finding her waist, his thumb caressing the soft curve of her flesh. "Mm, good morning, Lou," he replied, his voice thick with desire. The simple act of her holding him was a silent promise of the pleasures to come, a promise that sent a shiver of anticipation down his spine.

Her grip tightened ever so slightly, her movements deliberate and controlled. She watched him, enjoying the way his breath caught in his throat as she began to pump her fist. The gentle squeeze and release was a tease, a reminder of the power dynamics that played out in their most intimate moments. His hips bucked upwards, seeking more friction, more pressure, but she held firm, keeping the rhythm slow and steady.

Tom's eyes searched hers, silently begging for more, his need evident in the way his pupils dilated. He knew the rules of their game; he could ask, but he had to trust her to give it to him when she was ready. The anticipation was a thrill that neither of them could resist, a dance of desire that had become a cornerstone of their relationship since they had committed to 'devotional sex' together.

With a knowing smile, she leaned closer, her breasts brushing against his chest as she whispered, "Patience, my good boy." Her voice was a warm caress that sent a shiver down his spine, and his cock twitched in her hand in response. She watched him, her eyes filled with a gentle mischief, as she continued her slow, deliberate strokes.

Tom's eyes closed, his teeth gritted as he focused on the sensation. Each squeeze of her hand sent waves of pleasure through him, each release leaving him craving more. He knew that today would be a day of teasing, Not knowing if there will be a release, a dance they both loved but one that always tested his limits. He felt her shift beside him, her beautiful smooth full leg sliding over his, her 'Pleasure' pressing against his thigh, hot and wet. He bit back a groan, his body begging for more than just the promise of her hand.

Her grip tightened, her strokes becoming more purposeful, and he could feel himself growing harder. She watched his face intently, reading every twitch and gasp, a silent narrative of his desperation. Her other hand traced lazy circles on his stomach, the contrast of her tender touch against the firmness of her fist a heady mix that had him on edge.

Tom's hips began to move with a mind of their own, seeking the friction that her hand denied him. The warmth of her skin against his was a taunt that made his blood boil with need. "Please, Lou," he managed to get out, his voice hoarse with want.

"What do you mean?" she responded, her voice a siren's call that only served to increase his agony. Her strokes grew faster, her grip tighter, and Tom felt his control slipping. His cock was leaking precum, a silent testament to his desire, and he knew that soon he would be begging for release.

The room was filled with the sounds of their breathing, the soft slap of her skin against his, and the occasional low moan that escaped his lips. She watched him, her expression one of pure dominance, her eyes sparkling with a hunger that matched his own. He could feel himself getting closer to the edge, the pressure building within him like a dam about to burst.

Suddenly, she stopped. Her hand remained wrapped around him at the base of his cock, but she didn't move. "Look at me, Tom," she ordered, her voice a firm yet gentle command. His eyes snapped open, locking onto hers, and she could see the desperation in his gaze. "What am I up to today?" she said teasingly, her voice dropping to a sultry purr. "Would you like to lick me again, or would I rather be fingered while playing my little vibrator?"

The room grew tense with the unspoken understanding of the game they were playing. Tom's heart hammered in his chest, his body poised on the precipice of ecstasy. He nodded, his voice lost in the throes of desire. "I'm your Knight," he murmured, the words a sacred incantation that bound them in this intimate ritual.

Her hand began to move again, strokes long and slow, building the tension within him. His hips pushed upwards, seeking more, but she remained firm, her touch a delicate balance between pleasure and pain. The scent of arousal filled the room, a potent perfume that made his head spin. His breath came in ragged gasps, each inhale bringing him closer to the edge.

Their eyes remained locked, a silent communication passing between them. She watched him with a keen gaze, reading his every reaction, her own desire mirrored in the flush of her cheeks and the rapid rise and fall of her chest. Her free hand drifted up to cup his face, her thumb tracing the line of his jaw. "You're mine," she whispered, her voice a soft caress that sent a shiver down his spine.

Tom's eyes searched hers, a silent plea for release. His cock was a rock in her hand, pulsing with each beat of his heart. He could feel the precum leaking from the tip, a sticky mess that made her grip more slippery, more delicious. The anticipation was exquisite, a sweet torture that had him writhing beneath her.

With a sly smile, she leaned in closer, her warm breath tickling his ear. "Do I want you to come?" she whispered, her voice a seductive purr that sent a shiver down his spine. "Or do I want me to come." Her hand began to move faster, her strokes more demanding, and he could feel the orgasm building, a crescendo of pleasure that was almost too much to bear.

"Please, Lou," he begged, his voice a desperate whine that made her chuckle. "I'm so close."

Her eyes gleamed with a wicked delight as she slowed her strokes once again. "You promised to me to be my knight! So from that moment on you gave control over your orgasms to enhance our sexlive for the both of us," she said, her tone firm but playful. "I don't know if I wan't you to cum, maybe I need eager to fulfill my wishes. I did not made up my mind yet."

Tom's body was a coiled spring, every muscle tight with need. "Your my princess, I promised that, but.... but.....," he gasped, his voice a ragged whisper.

Without a sign, she stopped, leaving him hard and throbbing.

"No, no, no, please," he begged.

"Shhhhhhhhhhh," Louise whispered.

He was twisting back and forth, trying to press himself against my hand, which Louise would pull away just before he was able to touch it.

"My good boy," she said with a playful pout, "It's not always easy being a brave knight." She leaned down, her soft hair brushing against his cheek, and kissed him gently. Her hand slowly moving towards his cock. A gentle friction, a sweet torment that had him trembling. He could feel the orgasm building, a storm gathering force within him, and he knew he wouldn't be able to hold out much longer.

Her hand stayed still at the base of his cock. Tom's hips began to move in desperate need of friction on his throbbing cock. He was lost in the sensation, his mind a haze of lust and need. His eyes squeezed shut as he felt himself approaching the brink, only for her to control the outcome, leaving him panting and desperate. "I decide," she reminded him, her voice a silky command.

With a sigh, he nodded, his body straining for release. She watched him, a smug smile playing on her lips as she moved her hand all the way up along his cock. While doing so, she also slid his foreskin with it. She slid even further with her hand, still holding his foreskin, away from his glans. Slowly her hand moved even further up, his foreskin now in tension. His glans swelled, searching for the sudden loss of the delicious pressure that had enveloped it shortly before. He whimpered. Her power over him was intoxicating, a heavy cocktail of dominance and love that made her pulse with desire.

He pushes his hips upwards towards her hand. Hoping for new contact with his glans. Sophisticatedly, she moves her hand upwards with him. He squeezes his buttocks together to reach further, but in vain.

"My hand is right here, Tom. Squirm for me. Try to press into it."

Hin tried desperately to thrust against her hand, searching for that little bit of friction. He squeezed his buttocks hard, but did not move an inch. His glutes slackened, he could no longer and had to lower his hips after this effort of strength. Again, her hand moves with him, his foreskin remaining under tension. Her grip remains tightened, just enough to make him squirm. She could feel the tension in his body. The ritual repeats itself. His hips bucked upwards, seeking the friction that she was so cruelly withholding. Again he tries, his muscles twitching under the effort, a testament to his desperation.

"Tell me how much you want it," she purred, her voice a siren's call that sent a thrill through his body.

"Please, Louise, I beg you," Tom groaned, his voice strained and desperate. "I need to come."

"And you will," she assured him, as she let's go of his foreskin. "It could even be just now."

Her hand grabbed his foreskin again and brought it under tension again. It was both maddening and exquisite, bringing him to the very edge of climax before releasing it. Tom's body was a tapestry of sensation, each thread pulled tight by her skilled hand. His cock was throbbing and the sight of it made her wet, her own desire a mirror to his.

Same move again, she felt him jerk in her grasp. "You're so close," she murmured, her voice a sweet torment that had him biting his bottom lip to keep from screaming.

The room was a cocoon of erotic tension, their breathing the only sound that broke the silence. The scent of their desire, a potent aphrodisiac that filled their nostrils and made their hearts race. His eyes remained closed, his face a mask of pleasure, his body straining for the release she denied him.

Tom's hips rolled in a silent plea for more, his cock standing tall and proud in her firm grip. She watched him with a mix of pride and hunger, her own arousal growing with each of his gasps. "Do you want me to stop?" she asked, her voice a teasing whisper.

"No," he moaned, his eyes flying open to meet hers. "Please, don't stop." His words were a desperate mantra that she adored hearing, a testament to his submission and her control.

With a wicked smirk, she leaned in, her breasts pressing against his chest as she whispered, "But you're so close. Aren't you?"

Tom's eyes rolled back in his head, his hips moving in a silent plea for release. "Yes, oh God, I'm so close."

"But we both know that a guy loses all energy after they cum. They loses all interest in pleasing their partner." She gently slaps his balls with flat hand. "Are you also such a limp sack?"

"No, my princess," with big desperate eyes he looks urgently at her. "I promise you, I'll do anything for you!"

"Good," she murmured, her voice a gentle encouragement that only served to drive him wilder. She could feel the pulse in his cock, the desperate throb that signaled his impending climax. "Do you trust me?"

Tom nodded frantically, his eyes glazed over with desire. "I do," he choked out, his voice a strangled moan.

Louise moved her hand down again and let it rest at the base of his cock. "Hump my hand, Tom," she instructed, her voice a seductive whisper. "Trust in me to give you what you need."

With a whimper, Tom complied, his hips moving in a desperate rhythm. His cock slid through her grip, the slickness of his arousal making each stroke more intense. She could feel the muscles in her forearm tightening with each movement, her hand a blur of pleasure and pain as it worked him closer to the edge.

"That's it," she encouraged, her voice a gentle croon that seemed to resonate through his very soul. "Trust in me, Tom."

Tom's hips obeyed her command, his body moving in a primal dance as he humped her fist. The sensation of her hand wrapped around him was the only thing grounding him to reality, the only thing keeping him from spiraling into the abyss of pleasure. Each stroke brought him closer to the edge, his breathing ragged and his eyes glazed over with need.

"Slower, love," she murmured, her voice a gentle reminder of her dominance. Her grip didn't loosen. He groaned, his eyes squeezing shut as he fought to keep his hips from moving too fast. The anticipation was unbearable, a delicious torment that had him trembling.

Tom obeyed, his movements now a slow, torturous grind against her hand. Each time he slid through her fist, his cock was met with the perfect amount of resistance and give, a symphony of sensation that had him on the brink of madness. She watched him with a knowing smile, her own body responding to the erotic sight of his submission.

"Now, stay still," she ordered, her voice a soft yet firm command that sent a shiver down his spine. He froze, his body tense with effort, as she began to squeeze him in a declining, arrhythmic pattern. One moment her grip was tight, the next it was loose, the unpredictability driving him wild. He could feel the blood pulsing in his shaft, each pulse a silent plea for release.

Her strokes grew more erratic, a delicious blend of pressure and release that had him panting. "Good boy," she praised, her voice a sweet symphony that only added to the torment. The room was thick with the scent of their arousal, a tangible presence that seemed to coat everything in a fine sheen of need.

Tom's body was a maelstrom of sensation, his mind a whirlwind of lust. He could feel his cock pulsing in her hand, each beat a silent cry for release. Her grip was firm, unyielding, anchoring him to the bed, keeping him from flying apart. She knew exactly what she was doing to him, and she reveled in the power she held.

Her hand remained at the base of his shaft, a constant reminder of his submission to her will. She watched his face, the way his eyes squeezed shut and his jaw tightened, as she applied varying degrees of pressure. It was a delicate dance, a symphony of pleasure and pain that she conducted with the skill of a maestro.

Louise had lifted herself up and was now sitting along Tom, who was still lying down, shivering in extacy. Her naked body in the morning sun. Her petite body with full round breasts and firm nipples protruded proudly. With her other arm now also free, she grabbed Tom's chin and turned his face in her direction. "Look at me!"

"You desperately want to cum. I know, good boy. And I'm willing to give it to you but I also need you to stay very eager. When you cum, that eagerness of yours will vanish....." Slowly Tom opened his eyes as he drowned in her blue eyes. Ooh how he loved her.

"Release," she whispered, her voice a soft command that seemed to echo through his very soul. Tom didn't want to cum at all yet. Not like this. Not without that delicious feeling around his cock, but Tom's body obeyed without thought. He felt his cum creeping upwards. Louise watched him struggle for 20 or 30 seconds to hold back. Slowly, agonisingly slowly, until cum oozed out of his glans like hot lava.

Surprise flickered across her face, quickly replaced by a look of smug satisfaction as she watched him come undone. His eyes still locked with hers as a silent scream of ecstasy tearing from his throat as he pumped his hips, his body desperately seeking more contact. Yet she kept her grip firm, still at the base, allowing him to come without the intense friction of her thumb on his sensitive glans.

She watched with a fascination, her grip never loosening, as his cum slowly oozed out.

His cum just dribble out, slowly leaking down his aching cock. Tom squirms in desperation as it felt so frustrating.

The orgasm seemed to go on forever, each pulse a testament to her control over him. She felt his cock throb in her hand, his muscles clenching as he came, and the power was intoxicating. The sensation of his hot cum on her hand only served to increase her own arousal, her pussy throbbing with a need that she knew would soon be satisfied.

As the last spasms of his climax passed, she released her grip, watching the final droplets of semen ooze from the tip. "So that is what a ruined handjob looks like!" With a broad smile, she releases his still rock-hard throbbing pole. She giggles "My good boy. Now we're both happy. You have your long-hoped-for orgasm and I still have my brave knight as horny as hell. Isn't it heavenly!"