“I’m never disappointed.” His mouth was on her neck, his hands fisting the material and slowly pulling it up her legs, catching on her pod, but he quickly maneuvered it around.
Once her dress was bunched around her waist, his hand slid into the front of her silk panties, sliding down between her wet heat.
She closed her eyes and dropped her head back, then jerked them open when he thrust a finger inside of her.
“Ohhh,” she said, spreading her legs for him. “Not wasting any time, are you?”
“Why, when you’re slick for me?”
Another finger went in with the first, he curled them and was tapping to some rhythm inside of her. “What are you doing?”
“Don’t you like it?”
“I love it,” she said, another moan escaping.
“Then don’t worry what it is.”
She was pressing her ass into his crotch. His dick was hard. “I can’t touch you in this position.”
“You’ll get your chance when I’m ready to give it to you.”
Her eyes opened wider. He’d never been like this before.
Most times they were playful, or loving. This was almost... controlling.
And she liked it.
More than she thought she ever would.
“How are you going to give it to me?” she asked. She could play this game.
He bit the skin at her collarbone. “I haven’t decided yet.” He was moving his fingers in and out at a steady pace.
She was going to come soon. Maybe not just from his fingers, but his words.
She wanted to ask him a question, but it vanished from her mind.
It was too hard to concentrate when he was making her body sing and sway.
He jammed his hand up hard, found that spot again like before, curled his fingers, wiggled them around and she came before she knew it was going to happen.
She was screeching loud enough that she worried the rooms next to her would hear, forcing her to bite down on her lip.
Her legs were actually shaking with the need to sit down and gather herself, but he kept it up.
“Tell me when,” he said.
“No,” she said. “You have the power. Make sure you use it well.”
“Fuck,” he said. “Seriously?”
“Don’t make me take it back.”
His hand was still moving, not as hard, more like bringing her to the brink again.
Worked for her.
When his thumb lightly pressed on her inflamed bud and rotated around, she thought smoke was going to come from her panties.
