Knowing

We were just sitting on the couch after work, both kind of tired; B was on a playdate with a friend. Without saying anything, Emily reached over took my arm, put her nylon covered leg over mine.

"Em," I said, actually startled.

"What?" she asked, her hands wandering.

"You...you're..." I said, shaking as her nylons rubbed against mine, "B isn't gone that long."

"You know how I get when I'm thinking about him," she said. "It just makes me think how lucky I am to have you."

"Em," I looked at her as her knee pressed into me. 

"Sore?" she giggled.

I nodded. "You know..."

"It just makes you a better girly lover," she said, "you know that, right."

I smiled, blushed. "I know," I said.

"It's always been true, even back at the begging, before this," she said, reaching down, touching the cage. "You told me early on you got more pleasure making me cum than doing it yourself. I didn't believe you, assumed you were just a boy trying to get into my panties. I mean, you were, trying to get into my panties," she giggled at her pun, "but it didn't take me long to figure out you were being honest."

"How?" I asked.

"The first time I made you stop after that. You remember?"

Did I remember? Of course I remembered. It wasn't the first time she made me stop, it was actually the second. The first time was the first time I tried to make love to her...I may have written about this...if not, I will.

But the second time she made me stop we were making love, as new, passionate lovers do. An hour of kissing, touching, licking; an hour of me tending to her, unreciprocated but for an occasional brush of her hand or her foot against me. I was doing all I could to make her cum over and over and she was doing noting in return except gentle teasing and encouragement, using a well time soft touch with her hand or foot to encourage me, much like a rider uses a tap of the foot to encourage and guide a horse.

After an hour, she finally pushed my face away from her pussy, quivering, sweating, exhausted. "God, that was wonderful," she said, "I need a drink; be a dove and get me a glass of wine."

"I...I remember," I said, "I got you a glass of wine."

"Hmmm," she said. "No man would spend an hour and stop. Hell, no man would get a woman to the point of exhaustion without taking her."

"I...I just liked...pleasing you," I said.

"The point, love, I knew then you weren't just trying to get into my panties...I mean...you know. I knew then you meant it, like you really were happiest serving me. And I knew then you were going to be mine." 

"It...it's all I ever wanted," I said.

"I know, love, I know. Trust me, I know."