“Yes, that’s it. That’s what I want to hear, Tesoro. I want you willing, greedy, and wet,” he groans as he thrusts into my mouth.
I gleefully suck him off with my hands still pinned behind my back, licking him as best as I can while he goes to town. His back arches and his neck tilts back, another hampered groan leaving his mouth while his dick hardens inside my throat.
Fuck, I’m throbbing, and my panties are soaked as he pulses inside me.
Suddenly, he pulls out, and I’m left with a wantonness I can’t explain. He was on the verge of coming, I swear, but he actually had the gall to pull back like he doesn’t want to give me the pleasure of satisfying him just yet, and it’s driving me insane.
He sits down on the bed again. “Come here.”
I slowly get up from the floor and slide onto his lap. He cups my ass and pulls me closer to him.
“Are you going to fuck me now?” I ask.
The devious smirk on his face makes it hard to look away as he slides my hair aside and lets his fingers trail down my arms, sending tingles down my spine as he scatters kisses all over my neck.
“Why? Is that what you want, Tesoro?” he whispers.
“Yes,” I whisper back, enamored by the way he’s touching me right now.
His hand moves from my arm to my clavicles, down to my chest, and across my nipples, which harden under my dress. But he still keeps moving lower and lower while looking me dead in the eyes. He doesn’t stop until he reaches the edge of my dress, which rests atop my thighs, and curls his fingers underneath to push the fabric up inch by agonizing inch.
“Will that give you a panic attack?” he whispers.
I shake my head as his hand slowly dips underneath my dress, pushing it up all the way until my panties are exposed and his fingers hook underneath them. “No.”
His fingers slip between my crevice, and I gasp when hisfingers begin to play with me right through the fabric.
Oh fuck, he’s actually touching me there.
“If it does, you say the word ‘red’ immediately, and I stop. Do you understand?” he murmurs, and he sucks on my earlobe as his fingers splay across my pussy and circle it, making me feel heady.
“I won’t,” I reply, but his fingers suddenly stop moving.
“Stella …” he warns, his finger still hot against my panties. “Do you understand or not?”
I roll my eyes. “Fine, I will.”
Slowly, he begins to circle my clit, and the fact that there’s still fabric between his fingers and my pussy drives me crazy.
“Tell me you still want this,” he groans, kissing my neck.
“I want it,” I huff as the pleasure begins to build.
I wanted him to fuck me. I just didn’t think he’d do it with his fingers instead of his cock, though his fingerwork is exquisite.
“Is this how you like it?” he asks.
He moves around and around until it becomes hard for me to even think about anything other than his delicious fingers right there between my legs.
“Answer me, Tesoro.”
“Yes,” I say.
He swipes my pussy again until I’m wet as can be while I whimper in his lap. I’m actually whimpering on a man’s lap.
Fuck. How is he doing this to me?
“I don’t want you to ask for my cock. I want you tobeg.”
