The taste of her, of my release, of her surrender, is still on my lips. A potent, heady combination that's better than any fine wine, any expensive whiskey.
She looks wrecked. Beautifully, perfectly wrecked.
Her hair is a mess, her lips are swollen, her cheeks are flushed, and her eyes, dark and dazed with pleasure and frustration, are locked on mine.
I want to see her come.
I want to feel her shatter against my tongue, to hear her scream my name.
I start to move down her body, a slow exploration.
My lips brush her jaw, her throat, the sensitive skin of her collarbone.
She arches her back, a silent plea for more.
I take my time, a slow, torturous descent that has her squirming beneath me
I linger over her breasts, taking a peaked nipple into my mouth, sucking, biting, teasing, until she's writhing, her hands fisting in the sheets, a stream of desperate, incoherent pleas falling from her lips.
Only then do I continue my journey down.
I press a kiss to her stomach, to her hip.
I can smell her arousal.
A sweet, musky scent that makes my cock, which I thought was done for the night, give a interested twitch.
I'm going to be insatiable for her.
I finally settle between her thighs, pushing them apart, opening her up to me.
Her pussy is slick and swollen, a glistening, pink feast that makes my mouth water.
I look up at her.
Her eyes are wide, a mixture of anticipation and apprehension in their depths.
"Put your arms down by your sides," I instruct.
She does.
"Grab the sheets," I continue. "Don't let go."
Her knuckles turn white as her grip tightens.
"And, remember, no coming without permission," I say, my voice firm. "Non-negotiable."
She sucks in a sharp breath, her eyes wide with a mixture of uncertainty and arousal.
The thought of me holding her on the edge, of denying her release, of forcing her to beg for it, is both terrifying and exhilarating.
"I... I don't know if I can," she stammers. She shifts her hips. "I'm so close already."
The challenge in her eyes is undeniable. A silent dare to make her, to force her to submit to my will.
This is going to be fun, but I don't let it show on my face.
"I know you can," I say, my voice a low, confident murmur. "You will for me."
