I watch with bated breath, mesmerized, as two of his fingers begin to press a little harder right where I’m throbbing with need. My head rolls back to his broad shoulder, and my lips part with a sigh. “Fuck,” I breathe out, shivering in his arms at the overwhelming sensation.
His hold on me isn’t strong, even though it’s determined. Once more, I notice just how much control he’s giving me, allowing me to put an end to the moment whenever I want to. But I don’t want to. Especially not when he begins to draw maddening rolls over my pulsing clit with the perfect pace and pressure. The other hand doesn’t stay passive, pinching my nipple through the fabric of my blouse.
I look up from his hand between my legs to meet his eyes in the mirror and find them already observing my flushed face. The barrier of our clothes offers some kind of protection, the insurance that we won’t have sex. He’s just helping me out by doing something he’s become an expert at. Making me come.
There’s nowhere for me to hang on, so I cover his hand on my breast with one of mine and grip his forearm below with the other. “Harder,” I demand.
His jaw ticks, and his fingers get bolder, more precise. Just like that, pleasure builds faster. With every roll, his fingers dig a little deeper, finding their way through my jeggings and underwear until they’re perfectly nested between my lips, directly where I crave his touch. In less than a minute, I’m panting, pressing my ass against him with languorous undulations. He’s hard behind me, his erection digging into my lower back, but he makes no move to relieve himself. His entire attention is on me.
A particularly good graze against my clit makes me buck against him, my knees shaking. “Ahh, Lex…” I whimper.
“You’re almost there already, aren’t you?”
I nod frantically, pressing my pussy harder into his hand. Although I felt it build up, my climax takes me by surprise. His hand teasing my nipple flies up to cover my mouth as I come apart. He holds me firmly against him, his gaze locked on my ecstatic face in the mirror.
Delicious waves run through me, and I’m reminded of what an actual orgasm feels like. Jensen was adequate, but Lex is so exceptional it’s surreal. His hand stays busy between my thighs, deftly stretching my orgasm, and I keep rubbing against him, front and back. God, I wish his hard cock was inside me instead of confined in his slacks between us. But we aren’t ready for that yet.
Although the hazy fog of pleasure still blurs my mind, I notice a tilt in him, some kind of determination that suddenly takes over. I barely have time to question what’s going on when his fingers, which were slowing down, regain their vigor.
Part of me is tempted to stop this, to use the control he makes sure to leave me and step out of his embrace. But I can already feel my orgasm morph into something else, something only he can pull off. And I’mnotdenying myself that.
What started off as a great orgasm—but average where he’s concerned—quickly turns into something so fucking good it’s barely tolerable. The wetness of my orgasm has made his touch through my clothes slicker. I’m sure the fabric is soaked and he can feel it, which must drivehim crazy.
My body shakes, and helpless moans and screams rumble in my throat. Lex presses his hand harder on my mouth to contain them, and when it’s not enough, he pinches my nose.
I close my eyes to focus on the explosion that’s about to happen. “Look at me,” he demands with a groan. I instantly obey and find his gaze in the mirror.
Completely lost in his eyes, wrapped in his aura, I tilt into a whole other kind of pleasure. Screams gather in my mouth as my lungs desperately try to catch some air. But his hand blocks both my mouth and nose. My head spins from the oxygen deprivation mixed with the overwhelming climax. What if he holds me like this for too long, and I faint? But also, why is this so fucking hot? Why does it add to the maddening pleasure of his fingers still working my clit. It’s pushing and breaking the limits of pleasure, making the experience entirely different from anything I know. Erotic asphyxiation isn’t something I thought I would enjoy, but as I helplessly experience it, I can’t deny that I thoroughly revel in it.
The instant I tug at his hand, he lets go and halts the motions of his tortuous fingers, allowing me to take big, desperate gulps of air. He holds me right against him as I come down, oxygen returning to my brain and my quivers receding slowly.
Fucking hell …
This is why I don’t want us to start having sex again. Right now, I’d give him pretty much anything if he asked for it. Especially when, in a fit of tenderness, he lowers to press a kiss in the crook of my neck. I reach up to graze his dark hair with trembling fingers. The image the mirror reflects is strangely erotic, with him so tall and imposing, wrapped in black tones, while I’m a panting mess in my light clothes.
When he looks up, he seems to appreciate the sight as much as I do, and I feel his dick twitch between us. His eyes roam over my satiated body, and a contemptuous smirk bends the corner of his lips when he meets mine again.
“Will that be enough, or do you need one more?”
“That’s—” My throat isn’t ready to speak yet, so I swallow hard, breathe for a couple of seconds, and start again. “That’s enough for the rest of the month, baby.”
I can feel his smile when he kisses my throat again, nuzzling my hair to find new spots. We stay like this for a moment, and I allow myself to bask in the blissful aftermath. We have to make this work. I’m not spending the rest of my life searching for something like this with another man.
He’s the one who breaks the spell first, giving the back of my neck one last kiss before he gently pushes me away. I spin around and can’t help but look down at his erection. “Will you be okay?”
He adjusts himself, tugging at his slacks. “I’m used to you giving me blue balls, Andrea, so it’s nothing I can’t handle.”
I grin at the reminder. Again, I look down at the outline of his very hard, very needy dick. I wasn’t looking forward to spending the rest of the flight horny and frustrated, so I’m pretty sure he isn’t either. And he’s already wearing uncomfortable clothes, so he doesn’t need to add to it. Also, after the orgasms he just gave me, he deserves a reward.
“Tell you what,” I start, stepping toward him. “I’m going back to my seat, and while I’m there, I’ll be conducting an experiment called the Schrödinger wank.”
He cocks up an eyebrow at me, amusement veiling his handsome face. “And what’s that?”
“For as long as that door is closed, you’re either doing something about this,” I explain, giving his erection the faintest graze, “or not. Then, when the door opens again, I’ll have my answer.”
I rise on my toes to bring my lips closer to his ear and whisper, “I’ll definitely be imagining you doing something about it.”
When I move back, I can tell just how much he wants to bend me over the sink and fuck me for being such a naughty tease. But I’m not done with him yet.
