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Permission for Pleasure

Stef woke in the morning, the summer heat sticking her body to the sheets, the fan whirring lightly in the background, stirring the humid air. Sunlight crept in around the curtains and created a soft glow in the bedroom. Chris stirred beside her, reaching over to silence the phone alarm buzzing away.

Stef rolled over, pressing a kiss to Chris's mouth, and then the tip of her nose. "Good morning, baby," she whispered, as Chris rubbed her eyes.

The two shifted until they were cuddling close, Chris's hand settling easily and naturally to Stef's breast, lightly toying with her bruised nipple. Like no time had passed, the unsatiated feelings of arousal were burning through Stef once again, ignited only by the light, teasing touch.

As they lay together, sharing stories of their dreams, Chris continued to lightly brush her lover's nipple, feeling it pucker and harden. She stroked it and pinched it lightly between two fingers. She began to roll it back and forth. She had woken with her bladder full, fueling a slight arousal. Stef's large breasts were so fun to play with, to pinch and to squeeze, and playing with her nipples often elicited such nice sounds. Chris wondered how far she could take the teasing this morning before Stef either started to make cute whimpering noises of need or pushed her off in favour of breakfast. They both had to get to work, after all.Permission for Pleasure фото

Stef lay with her head against Chris's chest, feeling the arousal build in her body as little shockwaves of pleasure travelled from her nipple to her core. The bruising made her nipple extra sensitive, but she could tell Chris was being careful. Still, some touches created little shocks of pain that twined deliciously with the pleasure, moving ever downwards as she started to get wet.

Stef tried not to whimper. She wanted much more from her lover in this moment, the accumulated tension from the past weeks of denial demanding more stimulation. However, she knew that Chris took pleasure from stopping small teases as soon as she heard her lover fail to keep quiet, often with fake sympathy. Chris would croon, "Aw, is that too much, baby?" as she pulled her hand away, leaving Stef even more desperate from the embarrassment of failing to control herself. The nipple teasing was getting to be too much, and she bit her lip to keep quiet. If this was all she was going to get this morning, she wanted it to continue as long as possible, to keep feeling the pleasure that she couldn't give to herself.

Finally, it was too much to handle. Chris gave a slightly harder pull to the sensitive nipple, and a small moan escaped from Stef's lips, her hips moving slightly at the wave of pleasure. Chris's fingers stilled, predictably, and Stef moaned again at the loss. She rolled over and kissed Chris, trying to communicate her want, her need to continue through the firm press of lips.

"Please," Stef almost panted, "please play with me." She felt a growing wetness between her legs, anticipating a stern 'no', and being left once again panting and wet. Chris had reached her peak only last night, masturbating openly while staring at Stef's mouth. Chris had told her that she had imagined Stef on all fours with her mouth open around her strap, being fucked from behind by a third while her wet mouth drooled and gagged, her hands tangled in Stef's hair. The arousal from watching the muscles of Chris's abdomen tremble and her breathing quicken last night as she pleasured herself while Stef was left to squirm, unfulfilled and not even allowed to touch had not left her body. Stef rolled her hips a few times against the side of Chris's hip, communicating exactly what she wanted.

"Stef, we need to get up," Chris said with feigned exasperation. She loved the feeling of her lover's body rocking against hers, the heat of the room making their skin stick together. "I need to get to work."

"Please, just a quickie?" Stef pleaded, knowing that the answer could go either way, but she would not get any relief this morning. "Grind on me? Please?"

She could see Chris considering, before the other woman pulled her in for a kiss. Their lips parted against one another, showing Stef that Chris intended to use her. Her body responded immediately, thrusting her hips forward again and moaning quietly into the kiss. Parting, Chris guided Stef's head gently down to her neck, where she began softly sucking and kissing, focusing most on her jawline where Chris was particularly sensitive.

Stef panted, the feeling of the soft skin under her lips sending more feedback to her ignored sex, feeling the wetness there grow. She sucked and kissed, licking small spots on her lover's neck, trying to tempt her into flipping them over. Stef's hips moved, trying to find friction for her desperate clitoris, but encountered nothing. She ached to reach down and caress the sensitive organ with her fingertips, but knew that she would just get herself in trouble. She redoubled her efforts to pleasure Chris, moaning lightly while she sucked her neck. The scent of her lover, lightly covered in sweat was intoxicating.

Suddenly, Chris was pushing her shoulder, deftly rolling them so that Stef's back was pushed into the mattress, Chris's legs bracketing Stef's right thigh. Stef kept the flat of her right foot pressed against the bed, keeping a strong surface for her lover to grind against. Stef moaned and writhed as Chris's left thigh pressed against her vulva, sending pleasure up and through her core. She knew her pleasure was only coincidental but couldn't stop herself from grinding her hips against the fleeting contact between their bodies. She could feel the wet press of Chris's sex against her leg, and as her lover began to grind down on her, she remembered her role a little too late as Chris led Stef's lips back to her neck with a fistful of her hair.

Stef let out a desperate moan as she sucked again at the sensitive spots under her lover's jaw. Her lover's weight kept her pinned to the bed as she thrust her hips, rubbing her clit against Stef's thigh. The pressure almost felt bruising, the thrusts shaking Stef up and down against the mattress. She could feel her hair at the back of her head, dragging and tangling as her girlfriend used her body. She wanted nothing more than to grind up into Chris's thigh, to chase her own pleasure, but knew that it destabilized the firm plane of her thigh that Chris was grinding against. There had been many times in the past where Chris had had to pin Stef's hips to the mattress, keeping her still while she ground out her pleasure against the squirming woman. With her hips pinned, Stef often would get no pressure against her pussy, simply feeling the maddening rocking of her body getting fucked. Having her hips raised and still, Stef would get fleeting, infrequent touches from the top of Chris's thigh, sending waves of pleasure through her body. With every press, she could feel her swollen labia press against Chris's leg, her wetness transferring to her lover's thigh.

Stef's body was tense and she concentrated on the rhythmic press against her vulva as Chris continued to rock against her. The pressure was not enough, not nearly enough. Need flooded her mind and she broke away from Chris's neck, moaning loudly as she was used. Chris was propped up above her on her elbows, panting. Stef could tell that she was getting close, from the renewed vigour in her thrusts and a slight tremble to the intake of breath. Her clit ached with need, two days worth of arousal and teasing built up and still untouched. Stef's breasts shook as the thrusts shook her body, Chris reaching out and almost cruelly twisting her nipple, eliciting a sharp, loud moan. Stef's eyes shut, feeling the buzz of pleasure in her body as she lost control of her hips, pushing them up to meet Chris's thrusts. Stef ground her pussy up into her lover's thigh, fucking herself against the thrusts.

With a small gasp, Chris came against Stef's leg, watching her toy's face screw up in pleasure. Her abdominal muscles trembled as she fucked into Stef even harder, grinding out the rest of her climax as Stef moaned and thrust up her hips under her. When Chris was spent, she pulled her thigh away and watched as Stef continued to grind up into the air, chasing the pleasure that was abruptly pulled away. Her toy's face was flushed and her eyes still pressed closed; her pretty mouth open just slightly as tiny, desperate sounds spilled out of her mouth.

"Is that what you wanted?" Chris asked, rolling off of her girlfriend, a smile in her voice. "Feel satisfied?" She reached over for her phone to check the time. It wouldn't do to start her day late because Stef couldn't control herself.

Stef's hips slowed, her body once again flush with desire and left wanting. The arousal filling her body was exquisite, her deep satisfaction at having pleased her dominant a twin pleasure. She opened her eyes, smiling at Chris. "Not at all," she joked, leaning towards her for a sweet kiss before getting out of bed. She was fighting the urge to reach down and bringing herself to orgasm, knowing Chris was the only one who could decide when- and if- she received pleasure. She knew if she asked now, the answer would be a resounding 'no'. Chris loved when she was horny and desperate all day, throwing herself at the other woman in the hope of being played with.

Chris, not wanting reality to come in and rupture their play just yet, reached out and laid a stinging slap against one side of Stef's ass as she stood. "Go make me breakfast," she commanded, looking pointedly at her phone and dismissing Stef through inattention.

With a small thrill, and her wet pussy as a constant reminder, Stef went to put on the coffee.

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