He buries his face in my neck and finds a very sensitive place beneath my ear, and I have to battle to keep my voice steady. “I don’t do easy.”
My body wants very much to let him keep nuzzling against that sweet spot on my neck, keep grinding against my pussy the way he’s doing right now. Maybe he doesn’t even realize the way his hips already work as if he’s fucking me.
I’m riding higher and higher on each sensation. The slick from my bare pussy must be making a right mess of his crotch, but even that works me closer. The thought of my juices painted on him only makes me moan as the pressure builds a rising tide of need deep within me.
He reaches between us, and his hand is unsteady. “You’re so fucking wet, Jen. You love this, don’t you? Love teasing me.”
God, why isn’t he fucking me already? I can’t believe he’s held back this long. I rake my nails over his back, trying to get him closer, wanting to feel him moving in me. “I don’t know who I’m teasing most. Would you just fuck me already?”
He drops his head to rest his forehead against mine, and even through the thick denim I can feel him throb. “If I fuck you, I won’t be able to hold on. I’m so ready to bust I’ll explode the second I get inside you.”
“Really?” Reaching between us, I slide a hand over his rock-hard abs. His belly shudders beneath my fingers as I get closer to his waistband.
I unbutton the fly of his jeans and slide my questing fingers into the stolen underwear. I smirk as I close my hand around him, and he thrusts into my palm with a grunt.
“Do you have any idea what you’re doing to me, Jen?”
It lights me up watching him grit his teeth and move his hips helplessly. I suppress a little giggle. “Aww, look how hard you’re trying not to fuck me. You sure, baby?”
Tendons stand out on his neck. “Fucking hell, Jen. Call me that again.”
“What, baby? You like that, baby?” I close my teeth around his earlobe and give him a gentle bite, and he lets out a string of muffled curses.
“I fucking love it. Can’t you feel how hard that makes me? I’m gonna explode in your hand, but I can’t stop.”
My jealous pussy contracts with every pump of his powerful hips. My palm is slick with the precum spilling from his tip.
“I thought not cumming made my head clearer.” Another thrust. “And it does, until you get your hands on me.”
Impatiently I meet his next thrust, tightening my fist around him.
“I can look at a hundred girls. Watch the nastiest porn. None of it gets me hard, but all I have to do is be near you and I’m donefor. Can’t think about anything else. Not… clear-headed,” he grits out. “I’m obsessed… So… obsessed. Don’t want it to end.” Finally he stills, his whole body shaking. His eyes press shut. “Not yet. Not gonna cum yet.”
In my hand, his cock pulses in time with a phantom heartbeat he no longer has.
There’s a finality in his tone that wasn’t there before. I stop too, holding him, waiting for what’s next. I think if I wanted to, I could break him now. Move his cock to fit him against my wet pussy and take him. But that’s not what he wants, and though I’m aching to have him inside me, that feeling is wrestling with a different sort of fullness in my chest.
Obsessed captures it pretty well. The way he’s doted on me lately. The focus he’s brought to every interaction between us. It looks good on him.
Is this the missing piece that helps us actually work? The reason I can believe in him?
The answering flutter in my chest makes me slowly withdraw my hand and bring it to his face.
His eyes open, and he searches my face, the question unspoken.
“Not yet,” I whisper.
The tension falls from him, and he lets out a long sigh, sitting back. I expect him to get up or maybe hold me for a while, but again he surprises me. “Where’d you put that dildo?”
Fuck yes. How could I have forgotten about the dildo? Maybe I was mad about it before, but right now it feels like a fucking great idea.
We eventually find it where I discarded it by the bed, but I’m not ready when he hands it to me and then pulls down his jeans. “Switch them.”
I stare at him. “Will that even work?”
“We’re about to find out.” His cock jumps a little, and I’m really tempted to toss the dildo aside and just tell him to fuck me, but that’s not what he wants. And maybe he’s right about the whole delayed gratification thing.
I’m still rushing as I sew the dildo to him, and I stab my own finger more than once. As I wince and suck the blood from my fingertip, I look up at him. “This doesn’t hurt you?”
