The black sweater

The sofa is the only soft thing in the studio. I sat on it in the black sweater and the heels, monitor off behind me like a closed eye. Mark sat where I pointed, fifty to my twenty-five, coat already on the chair. I told him the tease was the point tonight and that he would get to fuck my cunt when I was done enjoying the wait, not before.

I put one heel on his thigh. He looked at it and then at my face, which is the correct order. I said kiss the ankle. He did. I said now the inside of the knee, and keep your cock in your trousers until I say otherwise. He managed, barely. I pulled the sweater up so he could see how wet my cunt was from the waiting, and I touched my clit while he watched, two fingers, unhurried, narrating nothing cute. His hands stayed on his own knees because I had not given them anywhere else to be. I came like that, looking at him, heel still on his leg, cunt clenching on my fingers.

Then I said trousers open, and I want you to fuck me. He got his cock into my cunt while I lay back on the sofa, sweater at my ribs, heels still on. I set a mean little pace and stopped him twice just to watch his face. The third time I let it build and came while he fucked me, cunt gripping his cock, clutching his shirt. I said cum in my cunt. He did, a rough sound, hands gentle even then. After, I kicked one heel off and then the other, and I put my bare feet in his lap. The monitor stayed off. I told him he could turn a lamp on if he wanted to see me smile. He wanted to.