I suckled on her lips as I lowered my hand, finding her wet and slick for me. Her entrance gave way to the intrusion of my fingers, but once she started to ride my hand, I would retreat. I’d go right back to kissing her. Leisurely. Slowly. Lazily, as if we had all the time in the universe to do this.
We should.
We should have all the time possible to come together like this.
Because that was how far I saw her being a part of my life. Of having a part of me.
Pushing her against her shower stall wall, I dipped to torment her with another avenue of pleasure. After these weeks together, I knew how to make her wild. I had taught myself which buttons could be pushed, what touches could make her come alive and cry out for me the loudest.
I sucked on her generous tits. I licked her pert nipples. I nipped at her tender flesh and marked up her breasts until she was whimpering and panting, holding my head to her chest.
“Andre…” She moaned and strained to swallow, her face a masterpiece of yearning. “Please…”
That was my cue to retreat again.
Wrenching my mouth from her and pulling my hand back from rubbing her nipple until it was so hard it could cut a diamond, I stood up and took both her hands to press them over her head.
Slight stabs of pain radiated from my freshest injuries, but I ignored them. I had to.
Witnessing the frustration on her face was the only goal I had in mind.
“Andre, you’re teasing.”
I silenced her with a hard, punishing kiss. Within seconds, her lips responded in kind. Her tongue curled around mine and she sucked with vigor.
This went beyond teasing. This was more than playing around.
This was a crusade to show her that no distance could stay between us. Not if I wanted to be a sane man.
This was a mission to get her to surrender to me, because only then would I know we were strong as one. Not two halves with secrets between us. But one.
I lowered to my knees and licked her sweet pussy until her legs trembled and shook. Before she could squirt on my tongue, I stopped. Then I stood again and savored her pouts of not getting what she wanted.
I turned her to grind against her ass while fingered her. When she bucked back against me and whimpered with need, I spun her back to face me and slowed down with soft kisses on her lips, holding her hands out of the way.
“Andre, please! I can’t take it. I can’t?—”
I picked her up, pressing her against the slick wall as I lined my dick up to her cunt. Blue balls were one matter. But this intense pressure to come was about to make me pass out. I couldn’t hold on much longer, either.
“You can’t what?” I asked, needing to hear her submit. To put it in words.
Sobbing softly, she shook her head as she set my hands on mine, framing my face. “I can’t wait. I don’t want to wait or not have this. To feel you. To know we’re—” Her blubbering ramble wasn’t coherent and didn’t make much sense, but in the mess of her words, I had what I’d been seeking.
“I need you, Andre. I need to feel you so deep inside me so I’m not alone. So I’m complete.”
I gritted my teeth as I held off for a minute yet.
Because good things came to those who waited.
And I’d never rush the gift of her submission.
“You need me?”
She nodded before kissing me.
“You want to bemine?” I demanded roughly.
“Yes!” She whined with need. “Yes, Andre. I’m yours. Take me. Fuck me. Please.”
