How to use your Genie - Sex Stories

How to use your Genie

... a mix of irritation and desperation.

He chuckled softly, his thumb brushing ever so lightly against my sensitive nub. "Just admit it, Em," he whispered in my ear, his breath warm against my skin. "It'll be our little secret."

Despite my initial resistance, every touch, every word was drawing me further into his web. And as much as my mind screamed at me to resist, to pull away, my body yearned for more.

John's fingers continued their tantalizing dance, tracing lazy circles that hovered just at the edge of satisfaction. Every move he made was calculated, ensuring that my body teetered at the precipice of release, but never quite letting me tumble over. It was maddening.

His eyes, dark and intense, locked onto mine. "I want you to beg me for it," he murmured, a challenging edge to his voice.

My heart raced, the weight of his words settling heavy in my chest. A part of me, the stubborn, defiant part, resisted. Why should I give him the satisfaction? Why should I lay my desires bare for him to see, especially when he was the one orchestrating this torment?

But another part of me, the part that had been awakened and introduced to a world of pleasure I hadn't known existed, was desperate for more. That voice whispered seductive promises in my ear, urging me to give in, to surrender to the sensations that threatened to consume me.

"You're so cruel," I managed to breathe out, my voice shaky. I was trying to keep some semblance of control, attempting to regain the ...

... upper hand.

John's grin widened, and he leaned in close, his lips brushing against my earlobe. "That's not begging, Em," he teased.

A frustrated groan escaped my lips. "Please, John," I whispered, my voice thick with need.

He leaned back, studying my face with an intensity that made me squirm. "Please what?" he prodded, his fingers momentarily stilling.

I swallowed hard, my eyes pleading with him. "Please, I need you," I admitted, the words spilling out in a rush.

John's smile was triumphant. "That's what I wanted to hear," he murmured before closing the distance between us.

Facing John, I gingerly positioned myself atop him, feeling the familiar heat and hardness of his cock pressing against my entrance. The warm water of the hot tub lapped gently against us, amplifying the sensation. My heart raced with anticipation, knowing that I was about to be filled again. The very thing I'd come to yearn for.

As I began to lower myself, John's strong hands found my breasts, cupping them with a possessiveness that made me shiver. He kneaded them roughly, thumbing the nipples and eliciting a gasp from my lips. The juxtaposition of the soft water and the insistent pressure of him entering me was overwhelming. That intoxicating sensation of fullness gradually consumed me, and my body relaxed into it, eager for more.

John's dark eyes bored into mine, a hint of mischief dancing within them. "Look at you," he said with a low chuckle, "so desperate to be filled."

I ...