I lean closer, my lips brushing her ear. “Say it.”
Her body trembles, her nails digging into my forearms. “I’ll only come when you tell me to,” she relents, her voice a mix of frustration and surrender.
I smile, a slow, satisfied curve of my lips, and slide my finger inside her.
She’s hot, wet, and tighter than I imagined, her walls clenching around me like a vice. “Good girl,” I praise, my voice thick.
Her eyes flutter closed as I begin to move, slow and deliberate, my finger stroking her rhythmically.
Her breath quickens, her chest rising and falling with each shallow gasp. I can feel her building, her body tensing like a bowstring, and I know she’s fighting the urge to let go.
“That’s it, Sunshine,” I murmur, my lips brushing her neck, her shoulder, her collarbone. “Hold on for me. You’re doing so fucking good.”
She whimpers, her head tossing from side to side. “Hercules, please. I can’t—”
“You can,” I cut her off, my voice firm. “I’m not done with you yet.”
Her eyes lock onto mine, pleading, desperate. “I need—”
“Shh,” I silence her with a kiss, soft and slow, my tongue tangling with hers. “Not yet. Not until I say so. It’ll be better this way, I promise.”
She groans into my mouth, her body arching off the couch, her hips pressing down on my hand.
I can feel her pulse quickening, her muscles quivering, and I know she’s on the edge, teetering between control and release.
“Such a good girl,” I repeat, my voice a low rumble.
Her cheeks flush, her lips parting on a breathless laugh. “You’re killing me.”
I smile, my finger curling inside her, finding that spot that makes her gasp and squirm. “Almost there,” I whisper, my voice a promise. “But not yet. Not until I say so.”
She nods, her eyes squeezed shut, her body trembling like a leaf in a storm. “Okay,” she breathes. “Okay.”
And with that, I slide a second finger inside her, her walls stretching to accommodate me, her body clenching around me like a glove.
She gasps, her back arching, her head falling back as her mouth opens on a silent cry.
“That’s it,” I murmur, my fingers moving faster now, harder, pushing her closer and closer to the edge. “You can come for me now.”
And with my permission her body explodes.
Her walls clench around my fingers, a cry tearing from her throat as she shatters.
I hold her through her release, my fingers still moving, my lips pressing kisses to her neck, her shoulder, her jaw.
“That’s it,” I murmur, my voice thick with pride. “Let it all go. You’re mine, Sunshine. All mine.”
I withdraw my fingers slowly, relishing the way her walls cling to me, the way her eyes flutter open, dazed and sated.
“Okay?” I ask her.
She nods, still dazed from her orgasm, but then she looks down at the spot between my legs.
My erection is standing proud and thick, a little pre-cum on the head already.
Every nerve in my body tightens with anticipation.
“Let me get a condom,” I say, already half turning toward the nightstand.
