Pleas fall from her lips as her movements get more erratic.
And just when I can feel her hovering on that precipice, that razor-thin line between pleasure and oblivion...
I stop.
I pull my hand away, breaking the kiss at the same time.
She sobs in protest, a raw, ragged sound that’s full of frustration and confusion.
She looks at me, her eyes wide and dazed, her lips swollen, her cheeks flushed.
She's a beautiful, beautiful mess.
And I'm not done with her yet.
"Why?" she whimpers, her body trembling with unsatisfied need.
I don't bother to answer. Just slip my fingers back between her legs and start all over again.
My touch is lighter this time, more teasing, designed to drive her insane.
I trace the outline of her lips, dip a finger inside her, then pull it out, before moving back to her clit, my touch feather-light.
It's a slow, torturous dance, a game of push and pull, of pleasure and denial.
And she’s playing right along.
Her hips buck, trying to get closer, to get more, to get the friction she so desperately craves.
I pull back.
She whimpers.
I lean in and press a kiss to her neck, my teeth grazing her skin.
"You're a tease," she gasps, her hands fisting in my hair.
I chuckle. "I'm just getting started."
I slide my fingers back inside her, and this time, I don't hold back.
I pump my fingers in and out, fast and hard, my thumb rubbing her clit in a relentless rhythm that’s designed to push her up fast and hard.
The entire world narrows to this woman, to this room, to this single, singular focus of making her fall apart. She’s a puppet, and I’m the puppet master, pulling her strings, dictating her every move, her every reaction.
Her body is a tight, trembling bow, and I’m the archer, drawing the string, getting ready to let the arrow fly.
"Please, Sir. Please, please," she cries against my lips. "Can I please come, Sir?"
I bend my head to nibble on her neck. She tilts her head to give me more access. I press my lips to her ear. "No," I say firmly.
I pull away, my fingers stilling their assault on her clit.
Her eyes fly open, wide and dazed with pleasure and confusion.
Her body tenses.
"Sir, please," she whispers. "I'll do anything."
