“Go ahead, say that you wouldn't. Because you already vowed to me that you would be faithful, didn't you?” she says, as she straddles me again, completely naked, having pulled my boxers off completely and thrown them to one side of the room.
Now both of us are completely unclad. She rests her pussy right on the underside of my dick, my frenulum dragging through the warm and wet curves of her folds as she digs her nails into my chest.
She never lets me go in. Even when her grinding causes my tip to kiss the entrance of her vagina, it slides right on by, just a pair of lips coating the underside of my dick as she slides.
“Would you waste that second chance?”
“No. I love you. I never stopped loving you. The whole 2 years without you I've been going crazy. And I'm so sorry I hurt you baby. I'm so sorry. I know that doesn't mean anything but—”
“Finding that hard to believe when you could just run to Sarah.”
“Baby I don't want Sarah. I called it off with her.”
“Yeah out of sight out of mind right?”
I don’t know what to say. I broke her trust, so anything I say isn’t going to matter.
“Well, show me Lincoln. Show me how much self-control you have,” she says through her teeth as she leans forward, drawing her tongue up my throat.
Oh my God.
My dick must be cursing in whatever language it speaks, because as she leans over me like this, and my dick is standing straight up now, no longer bound by her weight pressing it into me, it is right at the door to her pussy.
If I were to buck my hips up, I could go in right now.
“You're not allowed to come Lincoln,” she says into my throat as she licks the other side and then kisses me, pulling my bottom lip between her teeth, stretching it as she pulls back, eliciting a hiss of pain from me.
“You're not allowed to put your dick inside of me and you're not allowed to come until I tell you you're allowed to come. And if you can't do that then you have no self-control, then you would have proven to me that I was right to cut you out of my life.”
“Babe—Gabby, that's not fair.”
“Boo fucking HOO. Life ain't fair is it.”
She continues grinding her pussy on me, bracing her hands against my chest, then she sits up fully.
“Show me that you're a man Lincoln. Show me the self-control you made me believe you had before you cheated. Show me how much you want me like you say you do.”
She backs up and her mouth is on me again, deep-throating me so fast that I roar in surprise and unrelenting desire. There’s that orgasm again.
But she stops before I go over, then straddles me again. Once again she positions her pussy over my frenulum and does that sensual roll right over me.
Leaning forward, she backs up ever so slowly so the tip of my cock is right there, as if ready to push down on me so I can go in, but she doesn’t.
My hands naturally end up on her thighs and her ass. I bite my bottom lip until it draws blood. My eyes go skyward as I try my best to concentrate, feeling my orgasm teetering along the shore’s edge, playing chicken with the water.
To get wet ornotto get wet.
That…is the impossible.
What kind of torment is this? Where I want to come as badly as I don’t, because coming would be the ultimate prize. But then Iwould lose her, just like I did with Sarah, the irony not lost on me.
If I hold off, which is almost impossible to do with her grinding on me like this, then she stays. Then I might possibly have a second chance, even if it’s a pipe dream. Even if she’s saying it just to string me along.
“Mmm,” I groan, and she sits back further, my tip sliding in a little more. My whole body goes stiff, fighting with everything I have, with every section of my soul, not to let go. Not to let my orgasm pour over. Grunting another exhale, the climax starts poking holes through my resolve.
Oh no.
“Gabby… oh God… no… no,” I say, shutting my eyes tighter, feeling myself going over. “Baby… no.”
