But Oak?
Holy fucking hell, I'm about to combust with the image of him throat fucking me and seeing him come undone.
"I can handle anything," I say breathlessly.
His eyes open at that and they land on my mouth. They then flick up to my eyes, and I can see the excitement there. I can practically read his mind, thoughts of everything he can explore with me, and seeing how far he can take it.
And for him, I'll take everything.
He knows that. Like the predator he is he can sense it. I'm more than his prey. I'm his fucking submissive and like the dominant he is he fucking thrives off it.
"Anything?"
I lick my lips sensually. "Anything.”
His tongue darts out to lick his bottom lip. "That's a dangerous thing to say to a man like me."
"And why's that?"
He leans down until his mouth is pressed against the shell of my ear. His hand travels up my bare thigh and doesn't stop until he un-flicks the button of my denim shorts and pulls down the zipper. "Because now I'm going to do whatever the fuck I want with you."
Oh my fucking-
I can't even finish the thought as his hand dips inside my panties and his fingers brush my lips.
Before I can even whimper he parts my lips and delves his finger inside my pussy while his thumb applies pressure to my clit.
My head falls back on the wall behind me as my mouth opens in the perfect 'o'.
He pumps his finger in and out at a languid pace. Not too quick to lose my mind but not too slow for it to be torture.
With my head tilted back he nips the underside of my jaw and down the column of my neck. And as his teeth bite down on my pulse point he adds a second finger.
"Oak!" I cry out his name deliriously. The delicious way his fingers are stretching and filling me is beyond me. All I know is I never want this sensation to end.
I feel the heat simmering in my lower abdomen as pins and needles shoot up and down my spine.
His thumb circles around my clit. He changes the pace based on how my pussy clenches around him. It's as if he can feel my orgasm coming and he's doing everything in his power to prolong it.
His lips work their way back up my neck and bite down on my earlobe before sucking it into his mouth.
Holy fucking shit.
"Oak," his name is a whimpered plea on my lips. A plea for him to press harder down on my clit. A plea for him to finger fuck me faster. A plea for him to give me the orgasm he's denying me.
He chuckles darkly against the shell of my ear, and the sound has me clenching around him.
I can literally hear how soaked I am as he finger fucks me. And yet I don't feel embarrassed at all.
"You want to come?" He asks hotly, his voice a seductive purr.
I nod my head as I bite down on my lower lip.
His teeth pull on my earlobe and bite down a bit too hard, and my eyes flash open at the tinge of pain. He soothes it with a wet kiss before settling his scorching gaze on mine. "What did I tell you about using that fucking mouth of yours?" He asks the question the same time he adds a third finger. My mouthfalls open in a silent scream as he pumps in and out of me relentlessly. And then, suddenly, he stops.
"Wh-why did you stop?" I splutter. My nerves are at their ends and I was so fucking close to reaching coital bliss.
His fingers remain inside me unmoving as his thumb increasingly applies pressure to my clit.
