When I reached for his erection, he told me I was not to touch him.
I argued with him, telling him I wanted to make him come, which only spurred him on to pick me up, pin me against the wall, and finger me until I was on edge. He tossed me to the bed, spread my legs once more, and made me come on his tongue.
Now that I was utterly spent and unable to walk, he scooped me up, brought me back down to the living room and sat me on the couch to show me his woodworking skills, but I couldn’t pay attention, not with his erection in full frame. Wanting to entice him, I sat back on the couch and spread my legs.
I thought that would do the job, but it didn’t, not until I brought my hand between my legs and started pleasuring myself. That’s what made him snap. Across from me, he pulled his cock out and stroked himself, his eyes on my hand the entire time. I slid my finger along my clit, really drawing out the sensation of my piercing, and within minutes, Keller was groaning and falling back on the couch as he came all over his stomach.
I took it upon myself to clean him up.
And now that his erection is gone, I can concentrate.
Thank God. What a morning.
Keller comes back into the room, his muscles still tense from the buildup he endured this morning, and sits next to me on the couch.
Pulling my chin toward him, he lays a desperate kiss on my lips but releases me almost right away.
I groan as a plea. “What was that for?” I ask.
“No more enticing me.”
“Enticing you?” I ask. “Uh, I have done nothing. You’re the one who’s getting all handsy. I’m trying to be a good student.”
“Widening your legs so I can see your addicting pussy isn’t enticing?”
“Well, you see, I couldn’t stop staring at your dick, therefore, I had to do something about it. It’s all your fault. If you’d just taken care of your erection, then we wouldn’t have had a misstep during wood carving.”
“You’re turning this around on me?”
“Uh, yeah, Mr. Walks Around With An Erection. Who does that? Just jack off, or better yet, fuck me, and then we both win.”
“Have you ever heard of delayed gratification?”
“Yes, but, Keller, you were so hard.”
“I’m aware, Lilly. But I’ll come when I want to come, understood?”
“Yes... my King.”
“Good.” He scoots back on the couch and spreads his legs. “Now sit between my legs and bring your wood so I can help you.”
“Bring your wood.” I chuckle. “Shouldn’t I be saying that to you?”
His brow raises. “Don’t test me, Lilly.”
“But it’s so fun.”
“I told you, no fooling around today, we have things to get done.”
A loud guffaw pops out of my mouth. “Me, goofing around? Uh, excuse me, sir, but you’re the one who hasn’t let me shut my legs since I woke up.”
“Are you complaining?” he asks in such a rich, threatening tone that I feel a chill run up my back.
“No, just pointing out the obvious.”
“Not needed. Now get over here so I can teach you a lesson in woodworking.”
“Oh yes, teach me, big man.”
