She teases me a little longer, soft little brushes of her tongue. I squirm.
“I’m not even kidding,” I pant. “Fucking please.”
She finally takes me into her mouth. The first hot suction of her lips has my eyes rolling back into my head.
“God, that feels amazing.” I watch her head move, her pink lips stretching around me. Her nails dig into my ass as she works me over.Thisis what I needed. I’m at the razor edge of bliss. I can feel it just around the corner, taunting me. Just a little longer and I’ll finally be there, falling off that cliff of sweet relief.
Then I’m right there, panting as I squeeze and relax, almost near the edge?—
She stops, pulling her mouth and hands from me.
“Fuck!” I thump a fist against my bed. I want to come so bad I might cry.
She smiles at me. “You’ll be okay.” Her breasts sway a little as she climbs over me again. I’m mesmerized by this woman, falling further into this attachment. “Can you lose the shirt?”
I sit up, bringing myself flush with her, and reach behind me to pull my shirt up and over my head. Our bare chests touch. I would swear I can feel her heart pounding against me, but it could just be my own racing pulse.
“I’m begging you,” I tell her.
“Soon.” She whispers it into my ear, so close her lips touch me, and a full body shudder racks me. “I promise.”
“Then I’m at your complete mercy,” I say, swallowing. “Now what?”
She scoots up my torso. “Can I . . .?” Her cheeks pink.
“I’m intrigued.” My stomach tenses under her naked body. “Are you shy now, babe?”
“I’ve never done what I’m about to ask for.”
I pin her with my stare. “Tell me.”
I stare, transfixed, as she moves toward my head and hovers over me.
“Yeah? I mean, hell yeah.” I grip her thighs and tug her over my mouth.
My tongue finds her center. I lick her while she grinds on me. Her weight lifts off my face, and I pull her back down. She’s not getting away.
I would be happy here forever with her sitting on my face, tongue buried in her folds. I forget about my own desperate need for a few minutes. My whole body sings with sensation.
Too soon, she moves off me.
“I want you to be inside me,” she says. “With protection, though.”
My heart pounds. “Of course.”
She lifts so I can scoot over to my bedside table and grab a little packet. I roll on the condom as she watches me. I start to lift up, but she gently pushes me back down.
“Stay there,” she says.
“All right.” If she’s going to put me out of my misery, I don’t care what it takes, I’ll do it.
She grips my cock in one hand then slowly, one agonizing millimeter at a time, sinks down onto me. Her snug heat is enough to pull another moan from me. She lets out a little huff of air that’s the sexiest thing I’ve ever heard.
“You still can’t come until I say.” She’s looking down at me but I’m helpless, unable to even form coherent sentences.
“Kendall,” I say, “I’m barely hanging on. I’m not sure I can wait.”
“You can.”
