I need to keep my shit together. And I meant it when I said I wanted to get her out of her head. I can’t imagine how hard it is to just clear her head, if she ever does.
Peeling her panties down her legs, I see a little strip of hair leading to such a pretty pussy, glistening with arousal, ready and waiting for me to show it real pleasure.
“This all for me, Trouble?” I brush my fingertip down the strip of hair to her clit, dipping down further and barely pressing inside of her.
Her hands move over her head, forcing me to pin them down with my other hand. I arch my eyebrow at her again, making sure she understands this is how I want her.
At her frantic nod, I continue my teasing.
She may have started this, but I sure as hell intend to be the one to finish it. I pull my finger out of her, circling her clit once, twice, before pulling away completely. Her jaw drops open, and frustration flares in her eyes.
“Close your mouth. I promise I’ll make you feel good. Your wrists still feel okay?” I ask, making sure to check in frequently. This is a first for her, and I want to make sure she feels safe the entire time.
“Yes.” She whimpers her answer because I thrust two fingers into her at the same time.
“Good.” I keep a steady pace, holding eye contact the whole time. She looks and feels like she’s close, and fuck if I don’t want to make her come this quickly. But I have other plans.
From the moment she kissed me, I knew I wanted to tease her the way she’s been unconsciously teasing me for weeks. Cruel? Maybe. Logical? Definitely not.
But the world isn’t fair, and I will wring every ounce of pleasure out of her by the time I’m done. It just might take a while to get there.
It also doesn’t help that I know for a fact my stamina will be shit once I finally take my pants off, so this is also my way of compensating for that.
I feel the clench of muscles and wrench my hand away from her, bringing my fingers up to my mouth and licking them clean. Tilting my head back, I sigh in pleasure. She tastes fucking amazing, better than I even imagined.
“Eyes on me.” Her breathy voice reaches my ears, and I smirk.
Trouble, indeed.
She matches me tit for tat at every turn.
I’ve never had a woman be at this level, never had someone challenge me in this way. And I have to say, I’m fucking obsessed.
“You feeling a little frustrated?” I tease, waiting a couple of minutes before going back to her sweet-as-fuck pussy.
Edging is one of my favorite tools. It works a person up so much in such a short amount of time and usually ends with a very powerful orgasm. For Willow, I think it will draw her out of her head more and turn her focus towhenher orgasm will be coming.
Her teeth grit together, not answering me. That’s fine. It’s written all over her face.
Squeezing her wrists with my hand, my other moves to her clit. I feel it pulse beneath my fingers, and my cock somehow gets harder. Pre-cum wets my boxers, making it uncomfortable, but I won’t make a move to strip. Not yet.
I move my finger to her entrance, sliding it in effortlessly. Pumping it a few times, I move it back up to her clit and circle in confident movements. I make sure to watch her reactions, seeing where specifically it feels good for her, and I hone in on that area. Switching back to fingering her, I alternate both for a few minutes until I can feel her clench up again. I pull my hand back again, and Willow growls at me.
“Are you fucking kidding me?!” She tries to arch her hips up, but I pin her down again.
“I did say I was going to get you out of your head. How am I doing so far?”
“You’re pissing me the fuck off.”
I bite my lip in an attempt to stave off the smile she evokes. I don’t want to tell her I think I’ve been pretty successful in my endeavors, but I do know she won’t be able to withstand much more. It’s a fine line between being sexually frustrated and just completely done with the moment, and if I try for one more edge, I know she’ll be done. And that’s the opposite of what I want.
I bend down, dragging my nose along her cheek.
“You’re doing so fucking good for me, Trouble. So good. I promise it’ll be worth it,” I whisper.
I pull back in time to watch her eyes flutter shut, so I take the opportunity to steal a kiss. I miss her lips, and I want one more taste before I’m occupied for a minute.
“I want you to keep your hands above your head. Can you do that for me?” I ask when I pull back.
