“No,” I admitted.
“Then ask me when we’re done. You promised me an hour. Orgasm hour.” He broke out of my hold and put his hands on my hips. flexing his fingers.
“I didn’t actually promise anything,” I muttered.
“I want the whole hour,” he repeated.
“I can’t.”
“Challenge accepted.”
“You don’t listen very well,” I grumbled.
“When it comes to my woman’s pussy and orgasms, I have excellent hearing.”
“That…doesn’t even make sense. I don’t even know how to respond to that.”
“With your mouth open.”
“And a moan?” I teased.
“That’s good, but not the best. You’ll be screaming and begging for mercy before the hour is up.” His hands slid over my curves and I arched up into him.
I zipped my lips, because really, it wasn’t like I wasn’t going to be the winner in this scenario either way.
He kissed me and I moaned, letting him know exactly how he was affecting me.
“Now that’s what I’m talking about. Those are the sounds I want to hear.”
I laughed and rolled my eyes, but stopped as his hand slipped beneath my bra and pinched my nipples. My breath hitched and I focused on the sensations.
“Fuck the hour. I’m going for a night.”
“That’s not a thing,” I said, even though I was ready to agree.
“It’s called a sex marathon.” He used one hand to unhook my bra and leaned down to lick my nipple.
I arched up and groaned. “Okay. A sex marathon.”
“I love the sound of that.”
Me too.
“You can be as loud as you want to be,” he whispered in my ear, sending goosebumps prickling over my skin.
His short beard scratched over my sensitive skin and it felt divine. If he wanted to spend the rest of the night delivering mind blowing orgasms, I wasn’t going to stop him. He quickly stripped me, wasting no time in getting me naked.
My legs spread as he pushed them open. “Beautiful,” he said, looking up at me.
My body flushed with heat and desire. “Touch me,” I begged.
He did.
One finger ran up over my core and circled my clit, then slowly dipped into my pussy. He pumped his finger a few times, watching my reaction. He grinned as I writhed beneath him. Two fingers, then three. The pressure of his fingers filling mehad me moaning. I was eager, greedy, wanting him to replace his fingers with his cock. I didn’t want to be teased, just pleasured.
“Fuck me,” I panted. I wasn’t usually so bold in bed but he demanded that I be, so I was learning. He liked when I told him what I wanted. It didn’t mean he did what I told him. But I liked seeing the heat in his eyes.
He smirked and removed his hand.
