“Yeah,” I shudder out.
Then a jolt surges through every inch of me when her hand seizes my cock through the thin fabric of my boxers. My neck cranes back. I suck in a sharp breath. My cock pulses hard against her grip.
“OH…” I groan in surprise as she starts stroking me with slow, teasing pulls through the cotton.
“Gabby.” My voice emerges feeble as she keeps at it.
It feels so good, and I never thought I would feel this again. Yes, of course I had sex with her, and that was beautiful, but I thought that was the last time. I was even wondering if that actually happened because it felt like such a fever dream.
Instinctively, I pull my boxers down past my penis, causing it to stand bare-assed, on full display. Her fingers never stop as they wrap around it.
Oh my God, this is so fucking good.
I want to be inside her so bad.
Before I can even get past that thought, she leans up in a quick motion, so quick I can’t even process it, and then I feel her toasty, wet, mesmeric mouth close around me.
“Oh—oh ssshhhhhit,” I hiss in utmost pleasure.
Her tongue swirls, drawing infinite shapes around my shaft, wiggling against my frenulum as she sucks me deep, gagging as she slides all the way down, causing me to enter the back of her throat.
“Ffffuck!” I hiss out, my breaths coming in fast, panting like a greyhound winning the race after making its way from the back of the line.
Words can’t even form in my mouth. I feel numb. Oh dear God, oh my fucking…
Her tongue slides up, down, around, twirling effortlessly along my erection like an Olympic skater gliding across an icy canvas. I begin bucking my hips to the movements of her sucking.
My hands find her hair, undoing her bun and sliding my fingers against her scalp like I know she likes. My wife will suck me forever as long as I'm giving her a scalp massage. It’s a great motivator for her to keep at it, and we both get something out of it. And the moans I hear from her, the pleasure I'm giving her while she’s sucking me off, is just too much.
It hasn’t even been two minutes, and my orgasm comes roaring to the surface.
Breathing becomes harder, my lungs stilting with each exhale. Faster and faster, my eyes roll to the back of my head. I suddenly go still…
… and then she fuckingstops.
“N–no! No no no no please!” I beg as I start groaning, everything going slack, but right before I come I feel a wet smack three times against my cock.
“Ow!” I yell, jerking my body a little.
“You don't get to come, Lincoln,” she says cruelly.
“Gabby please.Pleasedon't do this, don't…” I whimper.
My balls hurt so bad. The orgasm was literallythere.
Right there, careening toward the precipice and stopping short, like a car rushing to the edge of a cliff only to stop right before diving off, its front wheels hanging over and spinning while the rest of the car keeps itself anchored to the cliff.
This half-come and half-not state of euphoria and torment causes me to tremble, my whole body vibrating under the tension and confusion. My dick throbs in a state of limbo, wondering what the hell is going on, short-circuiting from the tiny bulb of white that never quite made it out.
“Anyway good night,” Gabby says.
“What the fuck! You can't leave me like this please,” I beg, feeling weak and helpless.
But she's already lying down on her left side. Still lying there on my back, looking up at the ceiling, my chest rising and falling at a quick pace, I might as well finish myself off.
“And I swear to God if you jerk yourself off or you come at all I will pack my bags and I will never ever talk to you again,” she says.
“What?” I ask, confused.
