“I would. But I’d do it all over again.”
“Fuck,” he breathes as his fingers slide over one side of my pussy, but never dip inside.
“I’d play with your taint. I’d drag my fingers over the seam of your scrotum. I’d lick the length of your cock, and then repeat that until you tug on my hair, showing me you can’t take it anymore.”
“Your devil tongue would make me want to come sooner than I prefer.” He dips his finger to my arousal, barely touches my clit, and then removes his hand completely, bringing it back to my stomach.
“Nooo,” I groan. “JP, don’t move your hand.”
“Are you trying to tell me what to do?” he asks as he lightly moves his fingers over my breasts, circling my areolas, but never giving me what I want.
“Yes, you’re making me so hot, so wet.”
“Good.” His hand moves back between my legs and rests there, his palm cupping me, his fingers present, but not doing anything. “Would you let me come in your mouth?”
“Yes.”
He presses down on one finger, then the other, switching between the two and driving me so fucking crazy that I feel sweat drip down my back.
“Would you swallow?”
“Yes,” I answer, my voice pleading in desperation.
“Good girl,” he says, then he spreads me and presses two fingers to my clit.
“Yes,” I cry out, my chest arching as I’m granted some relief. He moves his fingers, up and down, up and down, the motion so full of what I need to relieve this growing, gnawing pressure between my legs, that I relax against his chest, against his pressing erection, and just let him take over. “Right there,” I pant. “Please don’t stop.”
“I wouldn’t come in your mouth,” he says, bringing me back to the fantasy. “I wouldn’t want to. I’d bring myself right to the edge until I pulled on your hair, tugging you off my cock.”
He rubs faster, and everything around me fades to black as I feel my body climb closer and closer. This unbridled pulse throbs up my legs, down my arms, and collects between my legs. It’s there. I’m right there.
“Yes. Oh God, I’m going to—”
He removes his hand and rests it on my stomach, unmoving.
“What are you doing?” I cry out in absolute shock and pain.
“Listen closely, baby... are you listening?”
Barely. My body is internally roaring so loudly that I can barely hear the light whip of wind rustling through the palm leaves above us.
“Y-yes,” I stammer out.
“Good. This is where the fun begins.”
“What fun?” I ask, my orgasm starting to fade away, leaving me with this hollow feeling in the pit of my stomach...something more maddening than anything I’ve ever experienced.
“This is where I teach you about listening to me.”
“Listening to what?”
He drags his finger over my body again, up to my breasts, where he draws tight circles, and then back to my stomach. “This body, when it’s naked, belongs to me. Do you agree?”
I bite my lower lip and nod. He owns me. That’s undeniable, especially in this moment.
“And when you’re naked, not only do I own your body, but I tell it when it can come, and you’re not allowed to come yet.”
“Why not?”
