I stroke my length, getting closer to the bed but still too far away for her liking. I love her all the time, but like this? Jesus, she’s a wet dream I get to live with my eyes wide open.
“Put two fingers in for me. Are you ready? I don’t think you are.”
“Y-Your fingers are bigger. I need your fingers.”
“Try three, baby.” I watch, my dick leaking at the tip from her reaching down and pressing her middle three fingers into herself.
“Nate,” she groans. “Please.”
Any restraint I thought I had vanishes with the pleading. I crawl up the bed, grabbing her hand before she can pull it away. I lick around her fingers, letting my tongue tangle with them. She moans, a sound she tries to stifle now, but I know she’ll lose her battle with that in minutes.
I know her mind is racing, a battle wondering who could be around the clubhouse that might hear her, but in the end, she won’t change a single thing. She won’t push me away or ask me to check and see if her sister and Thumper are next door. She doesn’t have the power to focus on anything but this right now.
When her hand starts to fall to the side, I make sure to look her in the eye, angling my face so she can see how much I enjoy licking her fingers clean. I won’t waste a drop of what this woman has to offer. Her hand tangles in my hair, and I know I’m going to have a hard time washing her scent from me. I want to bathe in it, rub it all over me and strut around the fucking clubhouse like a macho lion who just got the grand prize.
“Fuck, baby,” I whisper against her clit when I press two fingers inside. Her back arches off the bed, hips rolling. “You didn’t even loosen this pretty thing up a bit. That’s not going to work.”
I watch her face, tongue lazily licking her clit as I press further into her.
“Are you trying to punish me for teasing you all day? Trying to make me fill this tight pussy up with my cum in seconds?”
When her mouth hangs open, I go to work on her clit. Her tells, especially the one letting me know she’s about to come, have been so easy to read. She doesn’t try to hide it, needing it as much as I want to give it to her.
My eyes flutter closed as her body begins that rhythmic pulse along my fingers. I’d be a little heartbroken if I didn’t know she was minutes away from doing it again on my cock.
Her fingers don’t loosen in my hair. If anything, they tighten as I carry her through, and the grip is stronger when she’s had enough.
Learning what she needed weeks ago, I don’t miss a beat from pulling my face from the apex of her thighs to slinking up her body like a snake. My cock, ready for her, doesn’t need guidance before I sink inside. We both groan with my intrusion, and I have to take a beat before moving. Her fingers dig into me, the nails scratching at my skin when I take too long to get the show on the road.
“Patience, baby. Have I ever left you hanging?”
“More. I need more.”
I shift my hips, pulling her leg up higher and spreading her wide. I curl over her, making sure to keep pressure off her belly, and press my mouth to hers. It’s less of a kiss and more of us just holding our mouths close together.
“You’re going to make me come.” I pull back and press ahead with a slow rocking of my hips. “Is that what you need?”
She nods, her eyes unfocused and dazed.
“I love seeing you like this, desperate and needy, your tight pussy clamped down on me like you never want me to pull out.”
“Never. Oh, Nate. That’s mmm…”
She curls in on herself, neck rolled up, face planted in my throat.
“Give me everything you have, April. I won’t accept anything less.”
“It’s yours,” she whimpers. “It’s yours.”
Her body obeys her promise, that pulsing I felt on my mouth and fingers seeming somehow more powerful now on my cock. My cock jerks in response, needing to be with her. I groan, coming, my arms trembling, my arms threatening to give up. To keep from screaming, her teeth clamp onto that muscle between my neck and shoulder, and it makes me come harder.
One of these days, I’m going to have the stamina not to blow in the first minute, but that day is not today.
I drop my weight to one elbow, the dainty size of her body nearly fully encompassed by mine as I brush hair, wet at the roots, away from her face.
“You good?” I press my lips to her forehead.