“No way, mister.” She pushed him back down. “No quitting. Here. I’ll make it easy for you.” She reached into her backpack and pulled out a condom. She pressed the foil packet into his palm. “Because I know you’re not much of a talker, you don’t even have to say please. When you’re ready to beg for mercy, just roll on the condom and go crazy.”
He said nothing, but his fist clenched around the condom.
“But when you put on the condom, it is the nonverbal equivalent of begging.” She took him in her fist and squeezed. “And no holding back once you get inside me.”
“What if you’re not ready?”
“Oh, I’ll be ready.” She was so turned on again just from talking to him she could barely sit still. She had no idea how he was still holding on when she was ready for orgasm number three.
She straddled his thigh, letting his coarse hair rub her just right. Then she pumped her fist up and down his shaft, allowing her thumb to swirl through the dampness at the tip on each stroke, keeping her tempo slow enough to drive him mad, not giving him the speed or the grip he needed to find his own release.
Torturing him.
She rocked against his thigh, feeling her own arousal grow, but she was not, absolutelynot, coming again until he was inside her. So she slowed down, torturing herself as much as she tortured him, and when she couldn’t stand it anymore, she bent forward to suck his nipple into her mouth. She sucked hard, again and again, while her fingers traced the head of his dick, teasing, teasing…
Mark lurched upright so fast she fell to the side, startled. He had the condom in place almost before she’d realized what was happening. Then he’d pinned her against the blanket, his big body covering hers, his cock already pushing against her entrance.
“No holding back,” she whispered as she wrapped her legs around his hips.
“Couldn’t if I tried.” He plunged inside her, filling her up so hard and so fast she gasped.
“Yes,” she moaned, digging her heels into his ass.
His hips flew as he plunged into her again and again, each time better than the last. He hooked his right arm beneath her left knee, adjusting their position, bringing him even deeper inside her, so deep her whole body rocked with the power of each thrust. She could feel one of the strongest orgasms of her life building inside her, ready to rock her world.
“Fuck, Jess,” he ground out, thrusting harder, faster…
Yes, yes, yes…
His arms began to shake. “I’m too close…”
“Go,” she whispered as her own orgasm crested inside her.
He pumped his hips like a man possessed, swearing a blue streak.
“I’m coming,” she moaned, and her body clamped down around him.
“Fuck. Me. Holy shit…” Mark kept swearing, his hips slamming into hers, each stroke taking her higher and higher.
She was coming, and coming, andholy shitindeed…the pleasure grew so intense, she almost couldn’t take it. “Mark!”
“Jess.” He stiffened, holding himself still for a long moment. Then he thrust again, and a guttural cry tore from this throat, so wild, so uninhibited that she came even harder.
He pounded into her. “Holy…fucking…shit…”
She could feel him pulsing inside her, and her body gripped him in response, his pleasure fueling hers. Finally, he went still, dropping his forehead against hers, his chest heaving for breath.
“You did it,” she whispered, aftershocks of pleasure still ricocheting around inside her. “You lost control.”
“I have never come so hard in my life,” he gasped.
“I don’t think I have either. And yet I never managed to get you past a six.” She winked playfully.
Mark thrust inside her again, making her moan. “Baby, I was at an eleven the whole damn time.”
“I knew it!”
He withdrew, rolling off the condom and placing it inside their bag of picnic trash. Then he lay back, tucking the blanket around them. “When the Army trained me to withstand torture, they’d obviously never met you.”
