"I want to be the one to make you come," I had said to him earlier, the words hanging between us like a dare.
"All right then, I won't come right now." He smiles at me, pulling me up to kiss me, his lips silky soft.
And so the game of torture continued, but this time both of us found it enjoyable, or at least Lincoln did at first, until it started catching up to him.
And right now, just like he always does, he's trying to trick me into giving in. That's his side of the game. The hunt. Earning my permission and trying to get me to break.
"I know what you're trying to do. Not happening," I whisper against his lips as he continues kissing me, his mouth warm and persistent.
"Not even for New Years Eve?"
"Nope."
"You've been teasing me the last 5 days, and you think it's not going to catch up with you? It always catches up with you. I don't have to come, but please let me stick it in." He begs against my lips, his kisses traversing the underside of my jaw, sending shivers down my spine.
"Mmmm, Lincoln…"
"I know you want to. You see what you don't understand…" Another kiss on the other side of my face before he lifts my shirt and sucks my breast, then gazes into my eyes. "…is that you're suffering as much as I am. How long can you last? Hmm? Biting your nose off despite your face?"
"The point is I have way more willpower than you," I counter softly, smiling.
"All right then, prove it. You asked me to prove it, and so far I have. Every day for me is torture and agony and sore balls."
He doesn't even have to rip off my underwear because I've been sleeping without it, partly to give him easy access with his fingers to see how wet I am so I can torture him some more, and because, to tell the truth…
Well…
I'm in a constant state of horniness that I've always been in anyway, always having to change my underwear. Especially sleeping next to him when his hard-on is pressed up against me.
My ex-husband pushes his penis inside of me, agonizingly slow, nudging itself deeper, parting my inner walls until he can't go any further.
My mouth opens as a choked sound echoes through his bedroom. For some reason, he feels extra thick right now. I want him to keep going. He's pushing in and pulling out so slow that I buck my hips to show him the pace that I want, intervals of half a second, not unlike a bunny rabbit going at it.
However, Lincoln doesn't take the bait and continues with the slow crawl of his inner strokes.
"Mmm," he breathes deep, kissing my lips once more, his tongue sliding over the bottom lip before hooking the tip of his tongue underneath my top lip.
I want to tell him to stop, but I don't really want him to stop. This creeping pace is excruciating. My palms fall flat against his back, my nails gently digging in as I pull him closer, lifting my legs and wrapping them around the back of his thighs.
Moaning, Lincoln picks up the pace but only a fraction.
"Go ahead, baby. Tell me to stop," he teases, his hot breath on my face as he continues to claim me, to dominate me, to prove that his dick is my Lord and savior.
My mouth opens, but there are no words that escape. I need to speak them now.
"I… I'm going to end up coming unless you tell me to stop."
"Don't," I command him unconvincingly, my eyes sealed shut, voice thick and laced with a yearning that betrays every syllable.
"Then tell me to stop," he responds, sounding as if he's fighting his own battle with drawing breath.
His cock becomes harder, slamming into my pussy harder with each stab, causing me to cry out in pain.
"Fuck!" I yell, beside myself, bucking as I feel my orgasm cartwheeling towards the edge.
"Tell me, Gabby! Tell—tell me to stop. I'm going to fucking come if you don't tell me… to stop." His voice ends in a breathless whimper as he continues fucking me hard.
So hard that my tits jerk painfully up towards my head every time he slams into me. Looking down, I can see the ripples on my thighs every time he thrusts inside.
