"I asked you a question," he says so casually, as if we are discussing the fucking weather. His eyes then flick from my lips then back to my eyes. "You didn't answer."
And because even in the rise of an orgasm I can't help but sass back at him. "And that's denying me an orgasm? Because I didn't answer?"
His fingers slip out of me completely and I ache at the loss. Before I can whimper he slaps my throbbing pussy harshly, and then pinches my clit between his fingers.
I hiss through my teeth.
His eyes narrow down on mine. "I would watch that tone if I was you."
"And what exactly are you-" I don't even get to finish my sentence because he abruptly thrusts his three fingers back inside me and curls his fingers.
"Oh my god, oh my god," I chant, my head moving from side to side from the overwhelming sensation.
"If you're going to chant, it better be my name falling from those lips of yours."
He seals his mouth over mine before I can cry out his name. I kiss him back with just as much fervor. Both of us in a battle of dominance that I'm not sure either of us want to submit to.
I kiss him as if my life depends on it. And hell, maybe it does, because I have never felt so god damned fucking alive.
His lips tear away from mine too soon. "You want to come?" He asks the question again.
This time I don't make the same mistake. "Yes," I say on a moan.
"Say it then. Say, Oak, I want you to make me come," he orders me.
So fucking lost in him and submitting to him despite my fight for dominance I find myself repeating, "Oak, I want you to make me come."
His lips trail down my throat and leave wet hot kisses on the top of my breasts. "Now say please," he murmurs against my skin.
Fuck, I feel as if my skin is on fire. I'm half out of my damn mind. As his fingers thrust at a maddening pace and hitting a spot that literally has my eyes rolling to the back of my head and seeing stars I groan, "Please Oak, please make me come."
And oh my god does he fucking deliver.
No sooner than the words whimper out of my lips I feel myself getting higher and higher until I combust like fireworks and come crashing back down.
The orgasm hits me so hard that I nearly black out from the power of it. My whole body is trembling and my muscles have gone weak.
As I finally come crashing down to reality I blink my eyes open to find Oak place those same three fingers inside his mouth and suck them clean.
Oh fuck. That's so fucking hot.
There's still this wild feral look in his eyes. A look that says he's not nearly finished with me yet. And to be honest I'm not sure I can build back up an orgasm that god damn powerful. I don't know if my body can even handle it.
"Tell me, baby. Whose fingers fuck you better? Yours or mine?"
Breathlessly I answer him, "Yours."
His nose skims mine and I can feel his hot breath upon my face. "Hmm," he hums. "What am I doing when you touch yourself?" His question throws me out onto left field.
"What?" I ask dazed.
He smirks. Then he slides his hands down my thighs and to my ankles where they are hooked around his back. He peels them off of him and slowly sets my feet to the floor. With one arm way above my head he leans into me but he's still towering me.
His fingers play with the zipper on my jacket, and before I can ask what was the question he unzips my jacket and peels it off of me. He throws it to the floor without a care.
His eyes devour me. And they take great pleasure in seeing my ample chest in a push up black lace bra. Because I'm still catching my breath my breasts are heaving.
He licks his lips. "Do I pay attention to your tits when you're imagining me?" His fingers hover above the front clasp of my bra. I know he's asking without asking to take it off.
