Once she began to touch herself again with her eyes shut it was like he was there. He had obviously seen her hesitation and loss of focus and knew exactly how to regain it.
“Baby, do it harder now. Like I would.”
“Oh God!” Her fingers tightened around her stiff and beading peaks.
“Ssh,” he admonished. “Keep doing it, but it’s not your hands doing it. They’re mine and now I am going to put each one in my mouth and suck and bite them. Do you like it, baby? Does it feel good?”
Good? It was way beyond good. He was there. She was in his mouth and so close already.
“James, don’t stop,” she cried, despite the fact he hadn’t even started.
“Calm down, honey. Not yet.” Tasha could hear the smile in his voice. “Now put your fingers in your mouth and slowly suck them, make them wet.”
“No, don’t stop,” she begged.
“Natasha, suck your fingers or I won’t let you come at all.” He spoke with a husky gruffness and although she knew they were her fingers that would ultimately control whether she came or not she was convinced by his threat. “Now move your fingers from your mouth down your chin, your throat and chest. Do not touch your nipples.”
“James,” she protested.
“Ssh, baby. Listen to my voice and imagine I’m there. Imagine it’s me doing this. You know if I was there your ass would be stinging now. I know you can you feel it.”
She followed his commands with a groan of excitement, anticipation and just a little disappointment that he was delaying her release.
“Oh, baby, it feels good, doesn’t it? What would I do next?”
“James, I,” she began to protest again.
“No, Tasha, do it. You know what to do and you know what I would do, don’t you?” he asked seriously. “I would be wanting your pussy now, so lie back and show me.”
She lay back, a little awkwardly and allowed her knees to drop to the side revealing herself to him.
“Good girl. Don’t rush it. Move down your thighs, right down to your knees first and then real slow, back up to your thighs. Now use your fingers.”
She moaned loudly as she followed his commands to the letter.
“How do you feel, Tasha?”
“Horny and wet.” She was sure her words weren’t necessarily romantic or erotic but they were honest and accurate and the best she had in her current state of desperate arousal.
“Slide your fingers inside. Move them in and out, faster baby.” He sounded as frantic to see it as she was to feel it.
How did he make her do this? It was so dirty, but hot and she was so turned on right now.
“Honey, what are you going to do next?”
Although she knew the answer, she felt embarrassed.
“Natasha, answer me, what are you going to do next?” He seemed to bark the question but with insistence rather than anger.
She didn’t reply, but moved her fingers up to her mouth and sucked hard. Could she feel anymore turned on by him? She didn’t think so.
“You are so sweet, but open your eyes now. Look at me.”
She forced her eyes open and focused on the image of him watching her.
“I want to lick you, baby. Would you like me to lick you now?”
“Yes, I love your tongue on me. Make me come, James.” She couldn’t believe she felt the electricity building in her belly and rippling through her whole body.
