Entry #6

“What are you planning?” Aeri asked in a teasing but slightly suspicious tone.

“I told you, showing you exactly what I can do,” he answered. “All I need is my voice and you listening to every. Single. Thing. I. Say.”

The huskiness in his voice sent shivers down her spine.

“I dunno…” she drawled out, making him chuckle.

“Just trust me a little,” he said.

Aeri paused briefly, biting her lip, then said. “Okay.”

“Close your eyes, sweetheart.”

Aeri lay back in her bed, closing her eyes; the darkness behind her eyelids was warm and immediate. The sounds of the apartment faded behind the soft seal of her earpods, replaced by the quiet hum of her own breath.

"Are they closed?" Hide’s voice in her ears was velvet dipped in honey, low and intimate. 

“Yes,” she answered.

"Now I want you to imagine my hands sliding up your thighs, pushing your legs apart."

Aeri's breath hitched, a traitorous shiver running through her body as his words painted vivid images behind her closed eyelids. She could almost feel the phantom pressure of his hands, the possessive grip prompting her to involuntarily spread them open.

"Feel that?" he murmured, his voice like smoke curling through her mind. "My thumbs pressing into your inner thighs, holding you wide?"

"Yes," she said, almost in a soft whimper.

"That's it," he purred, the sound vibrating right through her earpods and straight down her spine. "Keep your legs spread for me. Imagine my fingers tracing slow, agonising circles right over your panties, teasing you but never touching where you need it most."

Aeri's hips rolled instinctively, her fingers mimicking the ghost of a touch around her, the skin close to her panties, a desperate whine escaping her throat.

"You're soaking through them already, aren't you?" he murmured, his tone shifting into a dark, knowing satisfaction. "I can hear it in your breathing. Imagine me pulling the fabric aside, exposing that needy little clit to the cool air."

Aeri gasped, her back arching off the mattress as the visualisation seared into her mind, her body trembling with anticipation as she slid her panties to the side.

"Mm, you actually slid them to the side like a good girl, didn’t you?" His voice dropped lower, rougher. "Tell me what you feel down there.”

Aeri's fingers hovered just above herself. "C-cold," she admitted, her thighs trembling.

"Not for long, sweetheart," She could hear him shift slightly in his bed, bed cover rustling.

"Now imagine my tongue, slow and lazy, just very gently–" he paused, letting his breath fill the silence, "lapping at you. Like this. Teasing you. Tasting you."

She choked on a desperate moan as her own fingers twitched, nearly touching herself on instinct, stopping just short.

"Wait for me," he growled softly. "Don't you dare move."

“Okay…” she breathed out.

"Fuck, your obedience is so sexy," he groaned, the sound making her clench emptily. "Take your panties off.”

She lifted her hips, gingerly removing the garment.

“You're right there, aren't you? Completely bare and swollen and desperate, just from words."

"Yeah."

"Now imagine my mouth completely off your clit. My tongue dragging through everywhere else-your inner thighs, your hips, your stomach-never where you need it, always just barely missing."

Aeri whimpered, her fingers digging into her own thigh as she ground ever so slightly against her fingers.

"Put your hand down. Palm up." He commanded, voice cutting through.

Aeri slowly flipped her hand over, palm up like she was told. She was breathing heavily, really feeling the tension. It was like she could feel his warm breath hovering just above her skin, teasing her without actually touching the spot that craved it the most.

"You’re doing well, sweetheart," he praised darkly, "Now keep your hand open like that. Like you're offering that pretty little pussy up to me, begging for my mouth."

"Fuck..." She said in a desperate whimper. 

“Mmm, you love that, don't you?" He chuckled, the sound vibrating through her ear and straight down to her core. "You're so fucking wet right now, dripping down your legs, and nobody even touched you yet."

She bit her lip, trying to suppress her moans, her hand trembling where it rested. "Please..."

"Not yet," he scolded gently, his voice low and torturous. "I want you desperate. You're being so good, taking directions like this. Your pussy must be all pink and swollen and dripping. Clenching around nothing. Desperate and begging to be filled up by my cock. Or my fingers."

“You have no idea,” she gasped out, her hips jerking involuntarily at the thought.

“Spread your legs wider, beautiful." He commanded softly. "Show me that empty little hole. Even if I can't see it, I know it's there, pulsing and desperate for something to fill it." His voice was dark, almost dangerous, making her body respond without question.

“Please… I don’t know if I can wait any  longer...”

He chuckled darkly. “So impatient and needy, are we?”

She scoffed despite herself. “Fuck off.”

“Don’t threaten me with a good time, sweetheart,” he purred. “Slide your hands up to your breasts and cup them.”

“Okay?” she said, following the instruction, moving her hands into her t-shirt and cupping her breasts.

"Play with your fucking tits while I talk you through this,” he ordered, his voice low and commanding. “Squeezing them like you wish it was my hands, my mouth. Your poor little pussy is so neglected right now, isn't it?"

"Yes... It's throbbing so hard it's driving me crazy." 

“I know, sweetheart," he soothed, his voice dripping with lust and affection. "It's okay to be crazy right now. Your pussy is allowed to throb and ache and beg for relief." He paused, letting her squirm and moan. "Now listen carefully..."

“Yeah?”

"I want you to pinch your nipple, hard," he instructed, his voice firm but gentle. "Twist, pull, tease. Make yourself whimper. At the same time, I want you to run one finger up and down your slit, just the outside. No penetration."