Tightly strung

My hands slide over my body, slowly, languidly. My fingertips teasing down my sides as far down as my arms go, then back up again; up over my shoulders to the nape of my neck. They trail to my breasts and grasp my nipples, both at the same time. Twisting, pinching, pulling at the blue ring that is pierced through each nipple, I start to feel the electricity zinging through my body and it’s adding to the warm feeling that’s been permeating it all day. Harder, harder still I pinch and twist them. I start to groan quietly as my breath hitches.

My right hand moves down over my stomach and onto my mound, while my left continues to tweak my nipples. My middle finger lightly traces my slit, down then up. I can feel the silver ring that’s just below. As my finger moves down again, the skin parts and the tip feels my wetness below. I breathe out a moan. Another zing shoots throughout my body. My ring finger joins the middle finger between my pussy lips. After gathering some wetness, I start teasing my clit. It’s a hard nub under my fingers. Around and around it, up and down the sides. I grasp my clit hood ring and slide it back and forth, side to side, across and over my clit. Even pulling it up while I move it around. The tingling in my body gets intense, my breathing is becoming faster and more laboured. I feel that I’m approaching the edge of cumming.  

My left hand goes from breast to breast, squeezing handfuls and making my nipples hurt so the delicious pain radiates down to my core. The sensations keep building; I lie there as I take it all in, letting them wash over me. Licking and biting my lip, my brain flashes back to the taste of you on my lips. The feel of your cock in my mouth, on my tongue. Such an addicting feeling and taste…

I groan aloud as my body rides the ridge of my orgasm, teetering on the brink, but not wanting to go over. As I touch myself I can smell you, taste you, feel you, but my body just does not seem to want to give up an orgasm to myself right now. I take a deep shuddering breath and calm my hands down. My fingers pull out of my wetness and just softly caress the outside of my mound. Slowly my hands turn more nurturing than frantic. My body is still incredibly tightly strung, but doesn’t have the urgency it had a moment before, it’s like it wants to wait. For what, I’m not sure, but I’m learning to listen to my body, so I guess I’ll be patient for the time being.