I can’t wait any longer to touch her where she craves it the most. Swiping two of my fingers through her pussy, I coat them in her arousal.
“Yes, Gio, oh myGod,” she sighs, lifting her hips.
“So ready for me, Cara. Knee up.”
She bends a knee and places her foot on top of the bed, opening herself up to me.
“Lean back. Rest your head on my shoulder. No, don’t stop sewing,” I chastise, and she resumes. Her stitches get sloppier as she leans against my chest.
“Ah, there you are. When my chin is over your shoulder like this, I can see you much better. From here…” I kiss her shoulder. “…all the way to here.” I pat the top of her pussy. “Does that turn you on?”
I gently tug on the wisps of trimmed curls. “This is so fucking sexy, Tessa. I can’t wait to fuck you with my fingers.”
I feel her body relax into me, her knees falling open once again, as though she’s freely showing all of herself now.
“Gio,” she moans. “Please make me come.”
“You don’t have to worry about that now. Not with me.” I start leisurely stroking the center of her, up and down, before switching to small circles on her clit.
“How does it feel? Knowing that I’m watching your pussy drip while you focus on sewing for me like a good girl?”
She whimpers.
“But you don’t want me to be gentle like this. You want it rougher, hm?”
“Yes… more,” she moans.
“I’ll let you in on a little secret. So do I.” I press harder, rubbing with more pressure, and she gasps.
“You can handle it.” I thrust two fingers inside of her and groan. “Fuck. You’re so tight, baby.” My accent is thicker now, and my cock is the hardest it’s ever been. I need to get a hold of myself, or else I’ll cum in my pants.
She only responds with heavy breaths between unintelligible whimpers.
“You’re so overwhelmed, huh? Not used to having such a full pussy. And to think, it’s just my fingers. We might have to do this a few more times before I put my cock in you.”
“I want it,” she begs.
“Not today.” I curl my fingers and stroke her from the inside.
“Gio, can I?—”
“No.”
“But—”
“I’ll tell you when. Stop asking,” I chide.
I don’t have to wonder if she’s enjoying giving me control. Between the hushed “yeses” and “mores,” I canfeelmy denial making her wetter.
I bring my fingers back to her clit, rubbing faster. “Be good.”
“God,” Tessa moans, dropping the sewing materials on the floor. Reaching up and around my head, she rests her hands at the base of my neck. Then she starts running her nails gently through my hair.
I shudder in response, keeping one hand on her pussy and moving my other hand around her throat, lightly squeezing.
Tessa can’t hold off any longer as her thighs start to shake.
“Come.”
