He likes to touch me

Reviews are welcome, this is my first ever fic so please be gentle, any pointers to making a better story would be appreciated.
Original characters, with no names, didn\'t think they\'d need any.
I might add chapters depending on the reviews, but school has restarted so it might not be regularly.
Thoughts are in italics

Enjoy.


He Likes Touching Me

He knocks on my door softly and I open it to let him in. He’s here again after saying “this can’t happen again”. But here he is, looking at me like someone in need of saving. He walks past me to sit on my bed as I lock the door and go to stand in front of him. He watches me as I walk towards him. There’s that look again, I can’t really place it, but it’s there every time he comes to me. I stand in front of him and he rests his head against my chest wrapping his arms around my waist. I don’t ask what’s wrong; he hardly ever tells me and only when he’s been there a while.


He releases me and scoots back on the bed, taking his shoes off and looking at me as if to say “why aren’t you in bed with me?”

“Why aren’t you in bed with me?” he asks.

I smile and get into the bed. He lies down and pulls me into his arms and smiles into my hair. We lie on our sides facing each other. He’s so warm, so I snuggle closer content just to lie there. We talk softly about things, anything and everything that comes to mind. He tells me he’s had a shitty day and I encourage him to tell me. He declines as usual and starts rubbing my back. He knows that I like that as I press myself closer to him. He chuckles lightly and continues rubbing my back.

It always starts the same way, with light touches and murmurs and then his hands start to wander. He trails his hand down to my hip and then up my side taking my arm with and putting it around his neck. As his fingers trail along my arm, my breathing changes and I feel his smirk on my temple. I know the torment is about to begin and so does he. It’s the reason he comes to me again and again. He knows I don’t demand anything of him, I won’t judge him. He likes to take his time, touching and teasing until I’m a writhing mass of sensations under his hands.

“Tell me to stop” he breathes into my ear and bites off a moan as I shift my hips and press against his erection. He moves his hand quickly and grabs my hip keeping me in contact with his body. He rocks us slightly enjoying the slight friction.

“Why?” I ask “why do you keep coming here and touching me like this if you don’t want to be here?” I sigh against his neck, and he shivers. So you like that? I lean a little closer and lightly bite his neck and he moans softly.

“You know why” he says, his hand trailing upwards again, this time with a little more direction. He cups my breast and squeezes slightly, his thumb moving closer to my nipple. “Tell me to stop, send me away” he brushes my nipple lightly with his thumb and this time I moan a little. He knows just how sensitive my breasts are and he loves to tease them.

“If you don’t want to be here, stop coming here” I say in a slightly annoyed tone, pushing against his chest, trying to put some distance between us. I know he’s right, we shouldn’t be doing this, but it feels good and I don’t want to stop.

He doesn’t let me get far, grabbing my wrists and pinning them above my head as he rolls on top of me. I twist and try to roll us back over but I have no leverage, he’s holding my hands rather tightly above my head. I squirm and bend my knees still trying to get him off me, but he puts one leg between mine and then the other and presses his erection against me, pressing against my clit. It was unexpected and I moan a little louder at the contact, expecting him to move back. He doesn’t move and I look up at him, he looks like he wants to just rip my panties off and bury himself in me and he knows I wouldn’t stop him, which is what is stopping him. Despite all we’ve done, we’ve never actually had sex. His decision not mine. He knows I’m a total hedonist and gets lost in the pleasure so easily; it would be easy for me to agree to almost anything he wants.

“If I didn’t want to be here, I wouldn’t” he says harshly, and then he leans down and kisses me. Something else unexpected, but he still doesn’t release my arms, subtly letting me know, just who is in control of the situation. There’s a look in his eyes that I’ve never seen before and he lowers his head to my neck and finds the one spot that’s guaranteed to make me come and starts licking it, then sucking it. He has me and he knows it as I close my eyes and arch up into his body moaning slightly and breathing hard. His hand moves up to my breast and he pinches the nipple slightly and pulls back looking at me smirking in satisfaction.

“I really hate you right now” I say

“I know but I’m the only one that’s ever had you squirming and moaning like this without even taking your clothes off”

“you suck”

“and you like it so much”. And he’s right, I do.

He gets off me and sighs as he gets off the bed. He stands with his back to me and runs his hands through his hair. I lie there looking at his back. I know he’s right and I know he’s trying hard to leave.

“go” I sigh and sit up on the bed.

He turns around sharply, I’ve never said that before and he looks hurt. I almost take the words back but I don’t and he looks angry again. He looks into my eyes as he takes his shirt off and drops it on the floor. He puts one knee on the bed and leans over me, pressing his nose into my neck again and inhaling deeply. I shiver slightly and feel his smirk against my neck for the second time that night.

“how can I go when you’re so horny you’re almost jumping out of your skin. Lie down” he says softly.

“no, go” I say stubbornly, refusing to submit, even though I know he’s in a strange mood.

He trails his fingers up my arm to grab the back of my head as he sinks his teeth into that sensitive spot on my neck and smiles as I gasp against his shoulder. He doesn’t let up as I try to squirm away from him; he licks and sucks at my neck, trying to leave a mark. He straddles me and as I use my arms to push at him, he uses his greater weight to push me back down onto the bed. He grabs my wrists again and pins them above my head with one hand. His other hand trails down to the hem of my t-shirt and starts to push it up. I start squirming in earnest now, knowing that the torment is going to be worse than it has ever been. I’m also shivering with anticipation, half anxious and half afraid of what’s going to happen.

He reaches his goal and starts massaging my breast lightly brushing my nipple and it hardens under his fingers. He smiles again against my neck and pulls on my nipple with his fingers.

He moves his head lower and releases my hands knowing that his weight will keep me pinned to the bed. His mouth finds my nipple and he begins to suck lightly at first while he pushes my shirt up over my head. He plays with my other breast when my shirt is finally off and halfway across the room. He knows I love this, when he touches me and I know he gets off on the sounds I make when he does.

“so sensitive” he murmurs against my breast and switches to the other one. He sucks a little harder this time and I grab his head to pull him off. He closes his teeth around the nipple and I freeze as he scrapes his teeth against it. He releases it and looks down into my face. He frowns as if he just realized that I’m still wearing my skirt and panties and he quickly takes them off and drops them off the bed. I lie still watching him and he sits back on his legs and looks at my body.

He likes my body so I don’t try to hide it anymore. I remember what happened the first time he saw me naked and I tried to hide my body from him.

**flashback**
“why are you hiding your body? You have a great body, long legs, narrow waist, wide hips, firm breasts, really nice ass. What do you have to hide?” he narrowed his eyes at me almost angrily. He pulls me onto the bed and pulls my arms away from my chest. I turn my head, blushing furiously. I really hate being seen naked.
“look at me” he demands. I shake my head and close my eyes. He lets me go and I thought he’d gotten off the bed so I open my eyes to see him taking his shirt off. Then he put his hands on my legs and opens them and lies between them. I’m too shocked to move so I let him. He looks into my eyes as he starts touching me, at first light teasing touches then more urgently when he finds my erogenous zones, which is almost everywhere. My neck, my breasts and nipples, my stomach, the hollow of my hips, the inside of my thighs, behind my knees, nowhere is safe from his hands and then his mouth. He pulls back when he gets to the top of my thighs and just looks. I realize that he’s staring and his head is descending. I try to pull away but he just grabs my legs and pulls me towards him. He buries his face between my legs and starts to lick and suck. No one else has ever done it quite like that. Then he starts fingering me and I have no will to fight anymore except that I’m still too embarrassed to relax completely. He growls and says “let go, come for me” and then finds my g-spot. He massages it then starts licking my clit, I moan a little too loudly and he knows he has me. He presses on my g-spot and then I come for him, stuffing the sheets in my mouth so I’m not too loud. He pulls his fingers out and licks them clean while looking directly into my eyes.

“I like looking at you, I like touching you, don’t hide your body from me” he orders.

“what about you?” I asked noticing the persistent bulge in his pants, I reach for him and he pulls away.

“don’t worry about it, now isn’t the time” he replies breathing heavily.

“I want to” I tell him sitting up to face him and reach for him again.

“stop, unless you’re ready to be fucked within an inch of your life”

I stop and look at him uncertainly, he laughs and lies down pulling me with him and wraps his arms around me. The skin to skin contact is electrifying and his skin rubbing against my sensitive nipples has me whimpering a little but he doesn’t pull back. Instead he starts stroking my back, finding out in the process that my whole back is an erogenous zone, and has me moaning again. That was the beginning.
**end flashback**

I look back up at him and he leans forward and whispers in my ear “remember when I told you to stop unless you wanted to be fucked within an inch of your life?”
I nod and hear a small chuckle. He says nothing else and I wonder if he really will do it. He never had before and I don’t think it’s going to change but he really is in a strange mood and might do anything.

He starts touching me, running his hands from my neck to my shoulders then cupping my breasts. He massages them thoughtfully then starts playing with my nipples until they become hard again. Then he moves down to my stomach, kissing and nipping lightly at the skin, and I shudder. He moves down to my hips. He pushes himself backward until he’s at my feet. His hands circle my ankles and moves upwards to my hips then down again. My breathing is very labored and he notices. He parts my legs and moves up between them. Then he lowers his mouth to the mark he made on my neck and licks it trying to soothe it, I think. He knows it drives me crazy and now is no exception. As he licks on the sensitive spot his hands wander all over my body, teasing, touching but always avoiding the place I want him to touch. I raise my hips when his hand comes close but he pulls away and says “patience, little one, all in good time”

“fuck patience, stop teasing me a-“

“I know you love being teased” he said as he leans down to suck on a nipple. He sucks hard and I arch up into his mouth and grab his head to keep him there. He grabs my hands and holds them above my head and I struggle and look up at him angrily.

“stop being such a prick” I grumble.

“I think I like you like this. With your hands out of the way I can do what I want without you interfering.” He says almost absently, but the gleam in his eyes tells me he’s thought this out very carefully. He reaches into his pocket and comes out with two lengths of soft leather restraints and proceeds to tie my hands to the head board. He’s never even suggested anything like this and I panic, but it’s too late, I’m tied securely to the bed.

“shhhhh, I won’t hurt you, you know that.” He almost looks hurt, except for that look in his eyes.

“You’ve never done this to me before”

“I know, but it’s different tonight”

“why -” I’m trying to distract him and he knows it.

“it just is” he gets off the bed and takes the rest of his clothes off. I know my eyes are wider than they’ve ever been. In all the time we’ve been doing this, he’s never been completely naked with me. I look at him, all of him and realize that he’s bigger than I thought and I wonder if he really is going to have sex with me. I pull my legs closed and he laughs and lies beside me on his side facing me and starts touching me again. He likes to tease and he likes to touch me. He enjoys touching me and driving me absolutely crazy. I don’t know how he can stand it. He’s so hard against my hip and I find myself wondering how he would feel inside me.

“you’re wondering, aren’t you? How I’d feel buried to the hilt inside you” he knows how to push all my buttons, that I like hearing what he wants to do to me. It’s all the more exciting now that I’m more or less helpless against him; my hands are tied, literally.

“…well you’ll know soon enough” and he rolls over me and starts sucking and licking his way down my body till he comes to the juncture of my thighs.

“will you open for me? I want to see you”

I look down at him and slowly part my legs, but he’s impatient and pushes them apart quickly and starts licking my clit and inserts one long finger at the same time. I moan and he’s encouraged, he inserts another finger and starts moving them in and out, my juices soaking his fingers.

“still so tight, I like it”

“mmmmm you know how longs it’s been” I say struggling to keep my voice from wavering.

“you’re still coherent, that means I’m not doing a very good job” he finds my g-spot and brushes his fingers over it. I moan and push down on his fingers, he chuckles against my clit, and the vibrations go straight to my head. I pull on the restraints hard enough to bruise.

“stop it” he says “I can make this pleasurable or painful it all depends on you, pull on those restraints again and you’ll be so sore you won’t want to walk in the morning.”
I stop and he moves over me and I feel the head of his dick pressing against the lips of my pussy. I take a deep breath and close my eyes.

“open your eyes”

“why?”

“I want to see the look in your eyes when I enter you”

“I don’t want to, you’ve already got me tied up, I don’t want you to see-”

“that you like it. You like being held down, being forced to submit. That there’s nothing you can do to stop me from taking you over and over again. It’s making you so wet knowing that I’m about to enter you and there’s no way to stop me. You know how it makes me feel?” he purred “I feel powerful, it’s like an aphrodisiac, I’m so hard it hurts, now open your eyes or I’ll stop and leave you here.”

“you wouldn’t” I open my eyes to glare angrily at him. All the time he was talking he’d only pushed the head inside and stopped.

“it would be interesting to explain to your mother how you came to be in this position when she comes looking for you.”

“fine my eyes are open” I snap angrily at him.

“good”

He pushes more into me and I can feel myself stretching to accommodate his size. He smiles as he feels the tight muscles give way to surround him.

“I never realized you’d feel this tight around me” he gasps pushing slowly so I can have time to get used to his size. “if I’d known I’d have done this a long time ago”

He looks into my eyes and realizes that I’m lost in the sensations of him entering me. He smiles and keeps pushing until he’s fully inside and stops moving. He has remarkable self-control, but then I knew that.

“you ok?” he asks looking down at me

I nod and squirm, letting him know I want him to move, he moans and I can see the sheen of sweat that’s on his skin. He’s exercising a lot of control to prevent himself from pounding me into the bed.
He pulls out a little and pushes back in, it’s my turn to moan and press my hips up to meet his. He repeats the action several times, each time pulling out further and further and pushing back until he’s buried inside me again. I’m meeting him thrust for thrust and enjoying every moan I can draw out of him. But he’s still in control and I don’t want that but I have to distract myself to keep from losing it because I’m so close and he can feel it, he can see it because he’s done this to me so many times before.

“why do you keep coming to me? Is it only because you’re horny and I’ll let you do almost anything to me?” I ask and bit back a loud moan as he slams his hips forward and glares down at me.

“do you really want to know why? It’s because you’re like a drug, I knew once I started I couldn’t stop but I couldn’t help myself. Now stop it and enjoy this while it lasts and I’ll answer your questions after.” His tone was half angry, half frustrated that I wasn’t mindless under him like all the other times. But I knew this time was different and I had to try to keep it together. Then he sucked on his finger wetting it thoroughly looking right into my eyes so I would have no doubt about what he was doing and what he was about to do. I widened my eyes as he reached down between us and started rubbing my clit. The sensations were too much and I started trembling.

“come for me” he whispered. And I did, biting into his shoulder to keep myself from screaming. He buried his face into my pillow to muffle the moan he makes feeling my muscles clench around him again and again until I’ve stopped shuddering. He’s sweating now, and I wonder why until I feel that he’s still hard inside me. I can’t believe it, but he’s still hard and pulling out of me very slowly. I clench the muscles involuntarily and hear him hiss. After he pulls out completely he rests his head in the hollow of my neck for a minute then he sighs and reaches up to untie me. He knows I won’t forget my questions and he’s prepared.

I pull my arms down and rub them lightly to restore circulation and give myself time pose my question.

“so you were saying?” I prompt, unable to for a more coherent question.

He rolled off me onto his back and put his arm over his eyes and sighs again. For a minute I think he won’t answer, and then he rolls onto his side and looks at me.

“I used to listen to him talk, when we’d hang out”. Him being my ex. We were still friends and he still felt possessive even though it had been more than a year since we broke up. Hence, the reason no one knows about this.

“he’d say that you weren’t passionate, that you were frigid in bed. But he’d boast about how tight you still were even after all this time, and how good it felt to fuck you even if all you did was lie there. I knew he was wrong, I’d seen how you responded to being touched. I knew you were passionate and I wanted to see it for myself. I wanted to be the one you responded to.”

He’d started touching me again and after that orgasm, my skin was sensitized. Every touch was sending fire along my nerve endings but I wanted to hear what he had to say. I knew better than to move away, he’d just follow me, pin me down and start tormenting me even more and I’d never hear the rest of what he had to say.

“even more than that, I wanted to see your body, I wanted to look at you. I wanted to touch you and taste you, but I couldn’t, not with him in the picture and it was driving me nuts.”

His hand trailed over my nipple and I moaned arching my back to push it more against his hand. He smiled and leaned down to suck it lightly, knowing that I couldn’t take much stimulation right now. I sucked in my breath, feeling the heat from his mouth acutely.

“I knew if I could get to you I could prove him wrong” he said, his breath ghosting over my nipple hardening it even more.
“I wanted to see you moaning and writhing and even screaming from the things I’d do to you, and he never trusted me around you. He knew I wanted you. I think he got some satisfaction knowing that he could do things to you that I wanted to do.” He ran his hand down my side, past my hip, to my thigh and rolled me onto my side, drawing my leg over his hip.

“I like sucking your breasts, they’re so sensitive, and you make those delicious little noises at the back of your throat. I love hearing you gasp when I touch you here” putting his finger on my clit and rubbing it lightly, I gasp obligingly “and when I do this” he put one finger inside me and moved slowly, I moan at that and he licks my nipple.

“I can’t take any more” I mutter and try to roll away. That’s what he was waiting for and gives an evil grin as he lets me roll onto my stomach and then starts stroking my back. He likes my body, likes touching, sucking, kissing, licking and biting it, anything to make me squirm and moan and beg.

He leans down to start kissing my back and the torment starts all over again. I try to squirm away but his hand on my lower back prevents me.

“if you want to hear the rest of what I have to say, you’ll keep still” and I so do I do.
“I wanted to watch you come for me, I never get tired of seeing that. It’s the single most erotic thing I’ve ever seen. That was his biggest complaint; that he never could get you to orgasm.”

“you never let me do the same for you” I complain turning my head to look at him.

“you think I don’t get anything out of this?” he shook his head “silly girl, if you haven’t realized yet, I really get off on doing these things to you. I like to hear you moan my name when I touch you, I like to hear you beg for me to make you come. I want to make you scream for me.”

“not gonna happen” it’s my turn to smirk now and he pinches my ass lightly.

He moves over me suddenly and uses his legs to push mine apart.
“I’ve always wanted to try this position with you” he breathes into my ear as I feel the head of his dick pressing against me again. He pushes and it’s easier this time since I’m still wet from earlier and from what he was doing before, I gasp and squirm as the sensations hit me. He stops when he’s all the way in, he knows he isn’t going to last much longer but he has to push it.
“don’t you want to know why?” he queries lightly bracing himself on his elbows.
I try to reply but he starts thrusting short sharp thrust that have me moaning into the pillow.
“the sensations are amazing, even more with you, since you’re so tight, and hot and wet” the last word was said on a gasp as I find the rhythm and start thrusting backward to meet him.

“how do you think your mother would react, knowing I’m fucking her little girl?” he whispers in my ear and laughs this low dark laugh I’ve never heard before. “how do you think she’d react, hearing all the dirty little things that can come out of your innocent looking mouth, when I go down on you?”

He starts moving faster now pulling out almost all the way and slamming himself into me, I know he’s close, I can feel it. He starts throbbing and I’m coming again and this time he can’t hold back. He pushes all the way in and empties himself. Both of us are shaking now and gasping for breath. It seems I didn’t scream, since there was no knock on my door. He slumps down on me trying to catch his breath so he can roll off and not crush me with his weight. He finally rolls off and pulls me into his arms. We doze lightly because he needs to rest before he drives home, but we can’t sleep or else we’ll get caught. I snuggle closer, not even bothering to get up to clean myself and him off, I’m too drained. I know he’s thinking he went too far, but I don’t care, I’d do it again, and again, if he’ll allow it. It feels good, I like him touching me. He likes touching me. I know when he leaves, it might be the last time he comes to me like this. So I enjoy it while it lasts.