“Oh my… God!” I yell as his thumb grazes over my clit, setting my whole body on fire. “That feels... it’s too much...”
He doesn’t stop, though. He knows I need this.
He traces the most wonderful-feeling patterns all over my clit, and at some point I wonder if he’s writing words, communicating a message. But I’m spinning too rapidly, sinking deeper into the pleasure, I don’t stand a chance of understanding anything right now.
“Oh, fuck, what are you doing to me?!” I cry out as his hand whips away.
I was slowly climbing toward the peak of the mountain; I could feel the pleasure beginning to build within me. The last thing I wanted to do was lose it, but he’s stolen it away.
“You’re driving me crazy,” I whimper.
“That’s the idea,” he chuckles as he bends down to strip the air from my lungs once more with an intense kiss.
To be fair to him, his lips also drag away any will I have to fight. I was just about to attack him with frustration, but not anymore.
“I kinda love it that you’re all wound up and needy for me. You’re hot as hell when you’re frustrated.”
But I can do the same thing to him, so with trembling fingers, I just about manage to get his trousers parted and thrust my hand inside.
I have to admit that I feel a power surging through me as I take his thick, throbbing erection between my fingers and watchhis face immediately change. His eyes glaze over and darken with desire. He’s barely himself anymore, just a man lit up with pleasure. The tingling at my core thrills me, sending me wild.
“Don’t tease me,” he growls as if he hasn’t just done the exact same thing to me. He knows I’m going to take this moment of glory for my revenge no matter how much he begs me otherwise.
“You have no idea how badly I want you right now,” he says.
“Oh, I do,” I assure him, my lips brushing against the stubbled curve where his neck meets his shoulder. I taste salt and cologne as I graze my teeth lightly over his skin. “But that makes no difference to me. I’ll do what I want.”
I slip off the bed and drop to my knees, the carpet cool against my bare skin. His breath catches as I take him in my mouth, feeling him pulse against my tongue as I draw him deeper. I hollow my cheeks, creating the perfect suction that makes his fingers tangle in my hair. The taste of him, earthy and intimate, floods my senses as I move tantalizingly slowly. I could lose myself for hours in this rhythm, in the way his muscles tense beneath my fingertips.
“Holy fuck,” he groans.
His hands knot up in my hair as my throat opens wider for him, as I learn to take even more of him inside. I want to get down to his base, to drive him even crazier, because right now I need him insane.
“I need to fuck you,” he whispers.
But I don’t want to take him out of my mouth. I love the feel of his cock grazing over my lips, but my core is aching for him to fuck me.
The need to have him deep inside me wins out, so I slip him out of my mouth, instantly missing him, and I rise to my feet. I soon notice the cheeky grin playing on his mouth, and I have a feeling that I’m not going to get what I want right away.
He’s playing games with my body, and right now, he’s winning.
“Here,” he says. “Take a seat.”
I slip back onto the bed with my eyes fixed upon him the whole time. He keeps his eyes fixed on mine the whole time as he hitches up my skirt and tugs my panties off using his teeth. As he kisses up my thighs, he murmurs about how much he needs to taste me as well. It’s challenging for me to focus on any particular word because he has my head soaring into space.
I can practically feel him edging toward me, and it feels good.
I cry out over and over as his lips finally connect with me, as his tongue circles me where his fingers were only moments before. The fire deep inside my body is flaming more intensely now. The pleasure is absolutely overwhelming me. I can barely breathe, never mind think straight.
He stands no chance of teasing me this time. “Holy fuck!” I cry out.
I fall. I tumble headfirst into the endless abyss of never-ending pleasure, losing myself at the tip of his tongue. It’s white hot, burning and sizzling through me. I can’t stop screaming out as I buck and writhe under the sheer pressure of it.
I never want this feeling to end.
He doesn’t give me long to stew in the post-orgasmic bliss. He’s on his feet in seconds, kissing me with all the passion I’m feeling as well. He wants me just as badly as I need him.
“I need to fuck you now,” he gasps as he angles himself inside me. “I need you so badly, it hurts.”
