All the while he kept looking at me. He studied me, locked onto my reactions. While he did that, he also kissed me. He dragged his lips over mine. He nipped my ear with his teeth. He sucked on myneck.
And all the while, he had me right on the edge. My entire body was a whirlpool of ecstasy. My orgasm swirled in the dark, threatening to take meunder.
But it neverdid.
I pushed up against him, meeting his thrusts, but he just kept at me in such a slow rhythm… if he didn’t speed up or increase the pressure… I didn’t think I’d be able to getthere.
Torture.
“I thought you said… you were gonna make me come…” I panted after awhile.
“I will,” he said. “When I wantto.”
Holyfuck.
“In the meantime…” he murmured between kisses, “how about you just take what Igive.”
So I lay there and took it as his beautiful body worked againstmine.
I’d never been one to dothisduring sex. Just lie back and let the guy take charge, take over, dominate me. My very first time ever, yes, I’d been pretty passive; I was super nervous, it kinda hurt, and I didn’t know exactly what to expect. But by the second time, I’d pretty much figured itout.
I’d figured out the power I had overmen.
Over their dicks,anyway.
But withhim…
I felt a different kind of power. Not in taking control, but in lying back and feeling him moving over me, waiting to see and feel everything he wanted to do to my body… and just giving him permission to doit.
I was much more used to racing to the finish line, trying to make a guy come first because it thrilled me how excited I could get them. I’d found that most guys cared about getting me off, even if I got them off first; even if they didn’t care all that much aboutme, their ego cared about getting me to the finish line,too.
With Jude, it wasn’t arace.
With Jude, I kinda wanted it to last all night andday.
Even if it was killingme.
Shivers ran all over my body as he fucked me. His skin was the color of peanut butter in the glow of the candlelight. I wanted to lick him all over, but he really wasn’t lettingme.
By the time he finally started picking up the pace, breathing harder, fucking me harder, I was so ready to come apart, all he had to do was look at me and say, “Yeah, darlin’? You wanna come on thatdick?”
I was pretty much hyperventilating by that point, and I took his words as an invitation to grind my hips against his and bear down on his cock with everything I had. When I did that, he pounded into me, hard, a few times—which totally threw me over. I screamed and gasped and writhed around. He went still, his dick pressed deep inside me. My pussy fluttered all over him and my headspun.
I’d never had a guy make me come so fuckinghard.
“Yeah, V,” he breathed above me. I felt his hand tighten on my wrists as he held them above my head. He groaned and shoved into me a couple of times, and I felt his release. I felt his cock spasm and I felt him let go… really let go for the first time allnight.
Then he groaned again and slumped against me, his hands loosening on mywrists.
As he caught his breath, I tuned in to all the sensations I hadn’t noticed before. The sweat all over his body, making him slippery against me. His heartbeat, thudding hard beneath the surface of his soft skin. The softness of his hair as he pressed his face into my neck and kissed meagain.
He rolled off me, kind of, but there was barely anywhere for him to go. He lay on his side, right up against me, his legs tangled up with mine. He draped his heavy arm across my stomach, lay his head against mine andsighed.
And I probably could’ve diedhappy.
I’d waited for him for a long, long time. In my eighteen-year-old mind, it felt like I’d waited for himforever.
And he was so, so worth thewait.
