“Oh—”
Her voice cracked wide open, and I felt my cock throb painfully.
“Oh fuck,” I tightened my arm around her ribs. “That’s the spot, isn’t it?”
She nodded, breathless, her forehead pressing into my jaw. I worked her over. And over. Sliding my fingers in and out. Picking up the pace. Circling her clit. A slightly pinch as I built her. Only to kiss her as she gasped.
“You’re close, aren’t you?” My voice was barely controlled.
“Yes,” she gasped. “I—Vince?—”
“Good girl,” I murmured. “Don’t run from it. Let me feel you fall apart.”
Her hips moved, helpless motions she probably didn’t know she was making.
God, I wanted to watch her do that again.
Every shift of her hips, my cock throbbing so hard I thought I might come untouched just from the sight of her.
“You’re doing so fucking good for me,” I moved my fingers just the way her body begged for. “Look at you riding my fingers.”
My restraint was breaking.
“Baby,” I coaxed, voice almost shaking with how much I wanted her, “Can you come for me baby? Can you do that for me?” I kissed her gently. “And I’m here baby. I’m here, okay.”
Her entire body tightened, and I held my breath, watching, waiting,
A soft cry escaped her, her hips trembling.
God.
I was in awe.
Pure fucking awe.
“Oh…baby… fuck…”
I picked up my pace, watching her arch. I couldn’t stop the pace. As she leaned back. Her tits so close. I wanted to suck them. Lick her nipples. But I didn’t want to push our first time.
I held her through it, grounding, kissing her cheek while her body shook. She was so beautiful.
I stroked her clit gently. “That’s it, sweetheart… that’s it. Such a good girl.”
I didn’t pull my hand away. Not when she needed my voice to come down.
“You did so good for me,” I whispered into her hair, kissing her temple,“…the way you came on my fingers. Such a good girl for me baby.”
She didn’t come because I said to. She finished because I’ve timed it perfectly. I know the shift in her breath when she’s right there, the tightening of her thighs, the way her moan catches in the back of her throat just before it turns into a gasp. Her hips begin to chase me. That’s when I tell her to come.
And she will every time.
She thinks it’s obedience. But it’s not. She came because I catch her at the exact second she’s ready. And the more I do it, the more her body learns to wait for the sound of it.
Over time, the line starts to blur. Her body begins to associate coming with my voice.
Because I’ve built something inside her. She’ll need me to give her permission.
And when that day comes, when she’s trembling under me, aching, begging, unable to tip over without hearing my voice,I won’t just say the word. I’ll whisper it like a vow.
