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We went to bed just like any other night. It was cold outside so it felt nice to curl up against your side and feel the warmth of your body. I laid my head on your shoulder. It was delightfully cozy. After a moment, I moved my hand down under the covers so that I could curl my hand around your soft penis. It felt warm and pleasant, fitting easily in my hand. I just held it for a bit as he cuddled, but then I moved my hand away.

You let this stand for a few minutes, then you took my hand and gently brought it back to your groin. It was bigger now, not so easily encompassed by my hand any longer. Every time I moved my hand to adjust, it just got larger until it would no longer fit under my hand and my fingers could only curl around it. I felt the solidness of your now hard cock, and the smooth warmth of your skin stretched over the swollen organ. Casually, I began to stroke it, moving my fist up and down over the spongy head.

I could tell by your breathing that you were enjoying it, and your cock just got harder. My cock. Mine to command, to make hard, or let go limp again. The smoothness of your skin against my palm felt good.

“Have you cum recently?” I bring the question forward.

“No. I’ve been good,” you reply.

“Good. Maybe I’ll let you cum.” Your reply is a groan of pleasure and I begin to stroke you faster over the tip.

“May I cum, Mistress?” You breathe out the question in an excited exhale.

“Yes. Cum for me.”

You make a sound of pleasure and my hand moves faster, and then I feel the warm slickness of your seed spilling down over my hand. I adjust my grip so that I capture it and use it to lubricate my hand so I can touch you more smoothly, with less friction. I can feel the solidness of your shaft still, pulsing in my palm. Your gasps are edges with pleasure as I keep stroking you, making you groan and twitch. I am unwilling to let you relax until I am satisfied that you have had enough of the sensations.

Finally I stop, and we clean up, then snuggle in to sleep.

NSFW: yes

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