“I’m close,” she said, her voice breathless and weak.
We’d just have to do something about that. I gave her one final lick and then sat back. “Take a breath.”
She gave me a confused look.
“I said no coming and I meant it.”
I liked that her orgasms didn’t come too easily. By the time I’d finished with her, she’d be coming on command.
She lifted up onto her elbows. “Beck, what . . .”
“You’re getting nothing else until you promise you won’t come without telling me.”
“I p-promise,” she stuttered.
I resumed my position, blowing on her clit and circling her entrance with my finger. She moaned. “I mean it, Stella. Relax and take a deep breath or I’m going to stop.”
“What are you doing to me?” Her gaze flitted around my face.
“Trust me and you’ll find out.”
Her ribcage rose as her lungs filled and then she exhaled—a long, slow breath pushed from her lips.
“Better?” I asked.
“Define better.”
“You’re not going to come straight away?”
“Yeah, you and I have a different definition of better.”
I pressed a kiss to her hip bone to stop myself from smiling. “You’ll see.” I twisted my fingers, working around her entrance, and lay my tongue flat against her clit. Her body tightened, her breaths shortened, and her hands fisted in my hair.
She was close. Again. “Stella,” I growled. She needed to get better at communicating.
Without further prompting, she took another deep breath and relaxed her body into the mattress.
“Better.” Her compliance made my mouth wet and my dick hard. Stella was fucking fun and fun to fuck.
As fingers and tongue worked, I luxuriated in the way Stella tried to keep her breaths deep and her body relaxed, but when I slid a third finger inside her, her back arched and she spluttered, “I’m going to come.”
I withdrew my fingers and sat back. I wasn’t ready yet.
“So, this is what you do?” she asked, her skin flushed and her words tripping into each other as if she were exhausted. “You torture women?”
I could do this for hours with Stella.
I couldn’t hide the grin she provoked. “I’m playing with you, not torturing you. And believe me. It will be so much better when I finally let you come.” I stood up, my erection raging against my stomach, desperate for release. It wasn’t just Stella I liked to deny.
“The things for which you have to work hardest taste the sweetest.” I dropped a kiss on her mouth and headed to the bathroom. I undressed and poured two glasses of water.
Her eyes went to my cock as I returned. “You’re going to fuck me now?”
“We’re going to fuck all night. But you’re not having my dick yet. You’re going to have to work a little harder until you’ve proved you’re ready.”
She groaned and this time it wasn’t in pleasure.
“Drink this. I don’t want you getting dehydrated.”