It’s the sweetest torture, and I’m not even complaining. My body is overly grateful for his performance, and honestly he could do this to me as long as he wants, I’m happy to accept, but I hope he doesn’t. I do still want my climax, my greedy pussy ready for another release.
“Oh, Carter, baby! Yes!” I yell. I’m close, very close, and he’s not slowing this time, so I think there might be a chance he’s going to let me go all the way. I brace myself, knowing this may tear me apart, my body fragile from the day’s events.
“Mmm…” he moans into my sex, my body arching and twisting, wanting him to take more of me into his mouth but also wanting to pull away, run away from the pleasure I know will spark an explosion within me. It’s a weird contradiction in my mind.
“Yes! Yes! Right there, baby!” I yell. Carter runs his fingertips down my body quickly, my sensitive skin coming alive beneath his touch. Slipping two fingers inside of me, he begins hitting my g-spot with his fingers curling upward as he licks my opening, his tongue subtly stimulating my clit.
I feel myself going over the edge, a strange sound coming from my mouth as I moan and cry all at once, tears beginning to roll down my cheeks. The sensation is just too intense, every single one of my emotions seem to seep out of me as my hormones overflow.
“Oh God!” I cry as I rattle, my legs in the air, shaking uncontrollably, my nipples are ringing with sensation as my climax goes over the edge, pouring out into his mouth as he slurps my juices in appreciation.
“He hums as he drinks my release, his mouth continuing to work me over as I ride out the waves of my climax. It is so unbelievably sexy and erotic. I can’t take how much he turns me on, or enjoys my pleasure.
In my relationship with men, it’s often been a one-sided exchange, where I care so much about getting them off, but it is not usually reciprocated. Here, I think Carter may actually be more invested in my pleasure than I am in his, which says a whole lot because I’m utterly obsessed with making him cum.
“That’s five,” he whispers once he’s satisfied that he’s gotten every drop of my release, kissing up my body until his lips are on mine, my arousal distinctly on his tongue.
“That was incredible,” I breathe, completely out of breath, tears streaming down my face.
“I told you I was going to make you cry,” he justifies, wiping my tears with the pads of his thumb before kissing my cheeks as I huff in agreement.
“I love you, Carter,” I manage and he kisses me passionately, responding without a single word. I can feel the intensity, taste his love, as our tongues intertwine with a vengeance, each of us wishing we could take it further, but I won’t allow it.
We’re so close from his goal, and I won’t be the reason he fails. That level of betrayal is unforgivable and I won’t cross him in that way. I may not have been completely honest, but I will and until then I still have limits on what I’m willing to do.
“I love you more,” he smirks.
“It’s a good thing we love each other. It’ll make the sex worth the wait,” I glance up at him and can tell he agrees from the sparkle in his eye.
Carter
Six weeks to go…
I stand in my kitchen and mark off the big square on the calendar I purchased. The thing takes up half the wall, but I don’t care. I need a very visual reminder that I don’t have much longer. That the end is near. The light at the end of the tunnel does, in fact, exist.
Because this has been one of the hardest fucking weeks of my life. I think I’m losing my mind. The lack of sex has finally gotten to me. Everyone warned me about it. It’s not right, they said. It’s not healthy, they warned. A young and virile man like me should be getting pussy every night of the week. You’ll live to regret it, some cautioned.
I’m starting to believe it. I think I’m on a downward spiral to crazytown. Just the mere thought of Ashley and her rocking body is driving me out of my mind. I’m hard twenty-four seven. That can’t be good, can it? I’m starting to worry that the lack of blood to anywhere else in my body but my cock might have some long-term effects.
Ashley just laughs when I tell her this. She thinks I’m making a bigger deal of it than it is.
But I know better. And I know she knows better too. I can see it in her eyes when she thinks I’m not looking. It’s making her crazy too. She’s doing her best not to tempt me, but if just the thought of her has me hornier than a pubescent boy, the sight of her is a million times worse. Six weeks. I can do this. Six weeks.
Five weeks to go…
I walk into my bathroom in a sleepy haze. And instantly regret it. Fucking hell.
There’s Ashley in my shower, cleaning up after I just went down on her for what feels like the hundredth time in two weeks. Not that I’m complaining. I’m not going to let my woman suffer just because I have to. No, I pleasure her as much as she wants, and then some. Even if my cock does feel like it might fall off from neglect and lack of use.
I can just read the epitaph now.
Here lies Carter Blaine. Gone too soon. He died a virgin, after withering away from lack of orgasms.
Wouldn’t Lola feel like a real bitch then? I laugh bitterly. Probably not. She’d probably just be glad to not have to pay me my two billion dollars.
“Carter, you okay, baby?” Ashley’s voice startles me from my sadistic fantasy. I almost wish it hadn’t, because now my focus is back on her and her totally fuckable body standing naked in my bathroom, her eyes wide with concern. But I barely notice her eyes. All I see are two gorgeous tits, nipples fully erect as she stares at my equally erect cock, now practically dripping with cum. I swear, I’m probably going to revert to adolescence here soon and start having wet dreams if I don’t get off soon.
I feel my cock twitch as I imagining coming all over her tits. With a sound that borders on being a little unhinged, I leave the bathroom and Ashley’s gorgeous tits. Five weeks. I can do this. Five weeks.