“That’s it. Tease yourself with it. Don’t touch yourself yet. I want you desperate for it.”
“I’m already desperate,” she confesses on a breathy gasp.
“Serves you right. Run it across the other side, draw atriangle over your skin.” I don’t look away as she drags the vibe down to the top of her slit. “Stop.” She freezes and locks eyes with me. “Tease, Tay. Don’t touch that to your clit yet,” I command. A pink flush blooms on her chest and up her neck.
“I need it.” She rotates her hips but moves the vibrator away from her clit.
“Now you know what it feels like.” I pump my hand again, hanging on by a thread. “To want something so intensely, but it being just out of reach. Withheld from you when you need it most.”
“Don’t be cruel,” she gasps.
“Not cruel, baby, you’ll get to come soon. But first, I’m going to make you work for it.”
“Grant, please.”
“I love it when you beg for me. I missed that sound so much. Do you know how many times I’ve imagined you on your knees for me when I jerk off? How many nights I’ve wished it was your pussy squeezing my cock instead of my hand? Tell me, Tay, did you wish it were me when you were playing with yourself? When someone else had what was mine?”
“Yes.”
“Yes, what?”
“I always pictured you.” She continues edging herself without me having to direct her. I watch as she moves the vibe over the inside of her thigh, close but not quite touching her center.
“Damn right, because your pussy is mine.”
“If this belongs to you, then your cock belongs to me.”
“Fuck yeah, it does. Branded it for you too.”
“What?” she croaks, in a lustful haze.
Standing I lean over her chest and show her the tattooed star at the base of my shaft beneath the piercing she loved.
“Fuck.” Her hips tilt up, seeking the vibe where it rests above her core.
“Circle it around your clit,” I command. She obeys. With each pass around her clit, I allow myself a stroke.
“Who owns your pussy?” I demand.
“You,” she cries as her legs shake.
“Not yet.” I pump harder and faster. “Match my pace. Faster.”
“If I go faster, I’m going to come.” Her pants drive me past the point of no return. My balls tighten and heat spreads through me.
“Hold it to your clit.”
“Grant,” she screams, pressing the vibrator onto the bundle of nerves and I lose it.
“Fuuuck,” I groan, and come all over her chest.
“Yes!” Her body recoils with her shout. Water sloshes over the edge of the tub and onto the floor as her orgasm hits her.
“Good girl, come for me like I’m the one fucking you. Give it all to me.” With her eyes on mine, she reaches up and slides her finger into the wedding band dangling between us, holding tight as she rides the wave.
I love you.
Swallowing down the words I desperately want to say, I ask, “Are you okay?”
