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“Well, well, meine Schatz, what do we have here?”
You froze all movement, three fingers till buried inside you. Looking at his face, you could see his smirk and the twinkle in his eyes.
There you were, spread out on his bed, wearing nothing but his favourite coat.
Helmut had been away on business for a week, leaving you all alone at home. With how often the two of you had sex while he’s there, you were bound to find yourself horny at some point. You certainly didn’t expect to find yourself horny the whole time.
With an incredible amount of willpower, you’d somehow managed to not do anything to relieve yourself the whole time. You knew that if you just waited, the build up would make the reunion sex incredible. You were going very well with restraining yourself.
Until the dream.
It was the night before Helmut was due back home, and you went to sleep ecstatic at the thought of seeing him again. Your subconscious translated that excitement into a truly delicious dream, probably the best you’d ever had. It had felt so real, so you were incredibly disappointed when you woke up before you could even finish.
Though you’d wanted to wait so bad, you knew that you’d think of nothing else, that the hours before Helmut would drag on and feel like an eternity, if you didn’t get yourself off. If only you could have lasted a little bit longer.
You pulled down your pyjama shorts, two fingers swiping through your folds to feel how absolutely sopping wet you were. You circled your fingers slowly around your clit, occasionally lowering them to delve inside yourself, but for some reason, it just wasn’t enough. You needed something else.
By coincidence, your eyes happened to fall on something when you looked around the room.
Helmut’s favourite coat, folded neatly upon the dresser, which he had forgotten to take with him on his trip. You stood up off the bed, moving over to where the coat was sitting.
You picked the garment up, pressing it to your face. It still smelled like Helmut, his ridiculously expensive cologne, and you closed your eyes, taking it all in. Already, you could feel your pussy clenching around nothing.
With a sigh, you stripped off your pyjama top, and wrapped the coat around your now bare body. The fabric was soft against your skin, and it made you shiver to wear something of Helmut’s, especially with nothing else underneath. His gorgeous scent surrounded you. This was exactly what you needed.
You laid back down on the bed, spreading your legs and immediately starting back up again. Your eyes fluttered shut, working over your swollen clit with your fingers, occasionally bringing your other hand up to palm at your breast.
That was until it all got too much for you, and the hand on your chest travelled back down, slipping two fingers into your soaking wet entrance. You whimpered, as you imagined that it was Helmut doing these things to you.
You bucked your hips against your own hand, moaning Helmut’s name like a prayer, imagining the intense gaze in his eyes as he watched you writhing in pleasure beneath him. You added a third finger, stretching yourself out even more.
You threw your head to the side, burying your nose into the fur collar of Helmut’s coat. The smell of his cologne was even stronger now, you were so close, the tightness in your lower stomach was nearly ready to burst.
“F-fuck, Helmut, I’m gonna come,” you groaned out, and at that exact moment, Helmut had thrown open the door and walked inside, clearly pleased with what he saw in front of him.
“Helmut!” you squeaked, face turning bright red. “I-I thought you weren’t supposed to be back until this afternoon!”
“We finished our business quicker than we expected, so I thought I’d come back early and surprise you…” Helmut said, his voice deeper and his accent thicker than usual. He approached the bed, slowly, his eyes raking up and down your flushed, glistening body. His tongue darted out for a split second to lick his lips. “But I suppose I was in for an even bigger surprise, hmm?”
The way he was looking at you made you even wetter, something that you were sure shouldn't even be possible at this point. You were lost for words, simply staring at Helmut with lust in your eyes.
“I didn’t realise you liked my coat so much,” he drawled, as he climbed onto the bed, kneeling in front of your spread legs. “Schatzi, did you hide my favourite coat from me, so I couldn’t take it away with me?”
“It smells like you,” you replied simply. You hadn’t hidden his coat -- Helmut knew that, as he’d texted you a couple hours after he left asking if you could find it for him -- he was only teasing you, as you knew he loved to do.
Helmut smirked, licking his lips again, as his eyes travelled down to your entrance, where your three fingers were still buried deep inside. “Please, liebling, continue. I don’t want you to be left unsatisfied.”
“I mean… you could touch me,” you suggested quietly, but Helmut shook his head, chuckling darkly.
“I want to watch you make yourself come apart. Will you allow me that?” Helmut tilted his head to the side, and he stared at your with such hunger, such desire… how could you ever say no?
Your fingers began slowly rubbing circles against your clit again, slowly at first, but that look in his dark eyes drove you wild with even more desire. You sped up, curling the fingers still inside you and pumping them in and out, hitting against your sweet spot. Already, you felt like you were close to the edge.
Helmut watched you, shifting his legs every so often. Even with your mind clouded by lust you could notice the growing bulge in the front of his tight, dark trousers. Your mouth opened, a shuddering moan escaping you.
“You look so beautiful, my love,” Helmut praised, his eyes locked firmly on your face, loving so much to see how you reacted to the pleasure. “So sweet with your little fingers so deep inside yourself. It can’t compare to having my fingers inside you, can it? Or my cock? Tell me, Schatz, would you rather I was fucking you right now?”
“Yes,” you whined out, arching your hips far off the bed. “Please, Helmut, need you so bad.”
“Not yet,” he told you, and you nearly sobbed. “But… if you’re a very good girl and come for me now, I’ll give you a little reward…”
The promise of a ‘reward’ was more than enough to push you over the edge. You gasped, feeling utterly breathless as you tightened around your fingers. The bliss overtook you, and you threw your head back, nearly smacking it against the headboard as you did so.
“Keep going, liebling, you’re doing so well,” Helmut said, shifting closer to you, fascinated by the sight of your entrance contracting around your fingers. He brushed a hand against your thigh, as light as a feather, and you whimpered, almost pathetically.
“Helmut!” You couldn’t help but moan out his name, your hands quickly becoming exhausted as they continued to work, but Helmut’s predatory grin spurred you on. You kept going until you were completely spent, tired legs falling onto the plush comforter as your breath came in short, harsh pants.
“Mein Gott, liebling,” said Helmut’s voice beside you, and you realised that while your eyes had been shut he had shifted to lie down next to you. “You were truly incredible.”
You smiled, as much as you could manage when you felt like you could fall asleep at any given moment. With a bit of effort, you withdrew your fingers from yourself, and Helmut quickly grabbed your wrist before it could fall to the bed.
You let out weak little moans as you felt Helmut’s tongue run over the sticky digits, tasting you. He let out a groan before releasing your fingers from his mouth, with an almost vulgar popping sound.
“Sweeter than any Turkish delight,” he said, smirking as he rested his head against your shoulder.
“Hope I didn’t ruin your favourite coat,” you told him once your breathing had steadied. Helmut chuckled.
“I’m sure you didn’t, Schatz.” Helmut’s fingers stroked against the fur collar of the coat in question, before dipping underneath to gently touch the soft skin of your chest. “And if you did, it was most certainly worth it. I can always buy another one.”
You laughed, turning your head so you could look at him. “In that case… maybe we can risk ruining it a little more. I think I remember a certain someone promising me a reward…”
“Already so eager, my love? You must have missed me terribly while I was gone.” Helmut smirked again, shifting so he was hovering above you, trapping you beneath him, though you certainly weren’t complaining.
“It was awful, Helmut, truly painful,” you said in a melodramatic tone, before your face broke into a mischievous grin, one of your hands softly touching the front of his trousers, just to hear him gasp. “Really, really hard.”
With a low growl, Helmut crashed his lips against yours, slipping his tongue into your mouth and allowing you to taste yourself on it. Moaning, you tightly wrapped your arms around his back to pull him closer to you.
Somehow, you could tell that the two of you probably wouldn’t be leaving the bed for the rest of the morning, at least. Then again, you did have a whole week to make up for.