There is something about a man’s hardness that drives me absolutely crazy.
It just can’t be any man. It’s got to be a man I’ve already connected with, a man whose arousal means something to me and actually fuels my own. Mutual attraction works wonders on my libido and on my desire to please, and knowing that I’m the reason behind an aching cock becomes an intensely heady feeling. It’s unbelievably satisfying to know that I can do that to someone I’m interested in, that I can make all the blood and heat flow downwards and into intimate parts. It almost makes me feel powerful. It makes me feel like a desirable creature, but it also makes me throb with need. It’s one thing to be cock-hungry, and an entirely different thing to be cock hungry for one specific cock. I’d say one is more desperate than the other.
You’d know what making you hard does to me. That’s precisely why you’d have me straddle your lap before putting your hands on my ass and urging me as close to your bulge as possible. Naturally, you’d make me just sit there with my hands behind my back and my panty-covered pussy pressed tight against your boxer-covered cock. It would be hardness against softness, bated lust against bated lust. I wouldn’t be allowed to touch you. I’d only be allowed to feel you, to feel your heat against my heat, radiating through the fabric. It would drive me insane. I’d wonder if you can feel me throbbing, if you can see the fabric beginning to wet. I’d become such a greedy, hungry girl, forced to sit there and pout. Maybe I’d beg a little bit, but you’d shake your head and tell me that only patient girls get what they crave. My begging would become internalized. Inside, please, I need you inside me. It would be so difficult. You’d be so close and yet made so unattainable by a softly spoken command. All I’d want to do is grind against you, lower that waistband and sink down deep. Of course I’d refrain. Good girls know that delayed cock is better than denied cock.
Good girls also know that the best kind of cock is earned cock. That’s the cock I live for. That’s the kind of cock that will have me on my best behavior, the kind of cock that leaves me eager to please. I imagine that having earned you inside me would make that moment of penetration ten times more satisfying. I’d finally be able to feel what I do to you, how hard I make you, and you’d be able to feel how wet and achy you make me. The best part is that, in actuality, it wouldn’t be something that we did to each other.
It would be something we did for each other.