She prowls toward me, once again taking up residence between my thighs. Honestly, that’s her real estate now. She owns every part of me.
I get into a crunch position to hold her flushed face in my palms, kissing her slow and deep.
Her hips roll and lift above me like an ocean’s waves. She’s becoming desperate, panting and clawing at my chest, and her lush green eyes, blown out with lust, lock on mine. I push a haphazard lock of hair away from her forehead. My cock nudges her entrance, coating itself in her wetness again, and Whit slides inch by inch down the length of me.
We trap each other’s moans with a kiss, and a ripple of tension moves over my aching balls. My fingers catch in her hair, and I rock up into her with a ragged exhale. I didn’t know anything could feel this good.
She straightens her back, grinding her wet pussy on my lap, keeping a tight grip on my cock. Her hair falls around hershoulders, and it looks gold-flecked in the soft glow of her lamp. And goddamn, the bouncing of her full tits. She’s the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen.
Holding tight to either side of my waist for balance, she lifts and slams back down into my pelvis.
“Shi—fuck, oh my G—”
Whit slams a hand over my stammering mouth and blows heavy exhales from flared nostrils.
Trapped under her palm, I struggle to mumble, “Honey, fu—I’m gonna come.”
Whit leans in close to my ear. “Know what would be even better? Don’t come.”
Clutching handfuls of her perfect ass to guide her up and down on my lap, I whine, “How is that better than coming?”
The hurricane in my balls slows when she raises her hips, and my cock slips out entirely. Cold and lonely, it flops against my stomach. So unbelievably hard it reaches to my belly button, painting our combined arousal across my skin.
“Whit,” I grit out.
I grab my dick, jacking it as she watches with a smirk. Fuck whatever her evil intentions are, I need to come more than I need air.
“Shhh.” Her sharp claws bite the back of my hand. “I thought it might be fun for you to try and delay it a bit.”
“What the fuck is fun about that?” I whisper back, more of a hiss than anything. But my hand stills, because what do I have to lose? Aside from my balls, I guess, since they’ll turn blue and probably fall off if I don’t deal with the agonizing fire in my veins.
She drags her tongue along the coarse stubble of my jaw. “When I finally let you come, it’ll be the best orgasm of your life.”
I gulp. Fear and excitement hum through me.
And I breathe out the word, “Okay.”
She slinks down my body, planting open-mouth kisses onmy flushed skin, then takes me into her wet mouth. My toes curl, scorching fire up the arches, and my sweat-dampened back unsticks from the fabric below me. I nearly levitate off the bed. Anything—even her soft sheets—is too much sensation for my nerves right now.
Delirious, I pull one of her pillows to my face and mutter so many curses into it I might literally be casting a levitation spell.
With an indulgent lapping of her tongue up the length of my shaft, Whit moans softly at the back of her throat.
“Told you I’d wait until I could taste myself on your cock. So much better this way.” She licks her lips, staring up at me with those giant green eyes.
How did I get so lucky?
I lose track of time, and the ability to feel any of my muscles or see anything but stars, with her teasing. She brings me so close to the edge, my balls stiffen, cock writhing in her hands, then she lets me down. Over and over.
You know what they say about nice guys finishing last? Yeah, it’s because Whit Hart edges them until they’re on the verge of tears first.
“Please, honey.” I gasp at the feel of her wet pussy taunting me once again. This time, based on her panting breaths, she’s teasing herself, too. The tip of my cock nudges her clit, and I try my hand at begging one more time. “Please, Whit.Fuck, I can’t take any more.”
Rolling her lips together, she nods. Sweat’s beading along her hairline, and she wipes it away with arousal-coated fingers. When Whit leans down to kiss me, I wrap my arms around her and roll, pinning her slender body beneath me with a smug smirk.
“Fuck me,” she whimpers with a wiggle of her hips.
And when my cock sinks deep inside her, filling her to the hilt, my mind splinters into a million pieces. Overwhelmed with pleasure and chasing my own much-needed orgasm, I almost forget the most important part. I may not have ahundred women under my belt (or is it notched in my belt?), but I know I need to satisfy my girl.
