Giselle comes first with a cry, standing, almost bent over, in her kitchen, while I play her body like a fiddle. I don’t complain when she stops wanking me off, ecstasy overtaking her body, or stop even when I feel her tighten and contract around me, drawing out her pleasure for as long as she’ll let me.
Aftershocks still making her twitch, Gee bats away my hand and refocuses her attention on me. Her sky-blue eyes bore into mine as she moves her hand up and down, up and down, up and down, spitting once from above and watching my reaction as it meets my pulsing tip and drips down my length.
My abdomen tightens, my balls drawing up, the ball of pleasure in my spine building, spreading outwards until I can’t feel my upper thighs.
We’re familiar with each other enough now that Giselle knows when I’m about to blow my load, she can read the warning signs of my body just like I can read hers.
Tipping my head back, I groan a mixture of her name and profanities, reaching to hold her hip in an attempt to steady myself.
“Fuck, I’m gonna—”
But I don’t get to finish my sentence. Rather than feeling that sweet release of exploding, Giselle pulls away, leaving me hanging and on the edge.
So fucking close but not enough.
I glare at her, watching the smirk grace her plush, kiss bitten lips.
She wants to play dirty?
Fine.
We can play dirty, but I know which one of us is going to come out on top.
“You gonna finish me off?” I ask, feeling my cock pulse, heavy and hard. I could use my own hand, it wouldn’t take long, but where would be the fun in that?
Giselle doesn’t answer, instead cocking her head to the side, trying to read my next move.
“Do you wanna play the hard way or the easy way?”
Still no answer.
“Fine.” I press the tip of my tongue into the sharp point of my canine tooth. “The hard way it is. On your knees.”
At first, I’m not sure if Giselle is going to follow my instruction. I’m half expecting a sharp, snarky reply to burst free. But I knew there was a soft side, just waiting for someone else to take the reins once in a while, inside of my girl.
Moving slowly, Giselle lowers to her knees, continuing to stare at me dead on.
Challenging.
Daring me.
I step back an inch and again and again, until I’m standing on the threshold of her kitchen before walking, unbothered by the open curtains and what her neighbours might catch a glimpse of, into her living room.
Stopping dead in the centre, I look back at Giselle, still sitting the same spot I left her, palms lying flat on her thighs.
“On your hands and knees. Crawl to me.”
My lids fall to half mast as she does exactly as I ask.
Placing her palms flat on the floor, Giselle crawls towards me, inch by torturing inch, tits swaying, arse tilted up for the offering. Not once does she pull her gaze from mine; those sapphire blue eyes of hers boring into mine, staring into my soul, stealing my secrets.
I let her, baring my soul and my heart. Giving it all up to her.
Just as she does me.
Taking a step back, Giselle follows, never letting me get too far out of her reach.
When the backs of my legs hit the edge of the mattress, she stops in the doorway to her bedroom, watching me.
