“Yours,” she finally gasped out. She tangled her hands in his hair. “Please,” she begged, but he wasn’t done teaching her.
His hand cupped her breast. He dipped his head, flicking his tongue over her erect nipple. “Mine.”
“Yours,” she said immediately.
He rewarded her quick response with deep suction that had her crying out. Her nails dug into his back as the pressure built on the edge of release, but then he stopped. She panted as he moved to the other breast, cupping it. He looked into her eyes, waiting.
“Yours,” she quickly said.
“Good,” he murmured, before he gave that breast the same treatment, sucking and grazing her with his teeth, making her arch up into him. Her insides clenched, the pressure built unbearably, and then when she was teetering right there on the peak of what promised to be a hell of a climax, he stopped. Her eyes flew open, and she caught his small smile. He knew she was on the edge; he was deliberately holding her back. He kissed his way down her stomach and his tongue dipped into her navel. Before she could yell at him to stop teasing her, he shifted lower and pressed a kiss to her center.
“Yours, yours, yours,” she cried.
His fingers dipped lower, sliding up and down her slick folds. “Who touches you here?”
“You.”
“Only me. This is mine.”
“Yes.”
His fingers slipped inside her, stroking her on the inside. She cried out, bucking her hips. He pressed in further, his thumb resting on her hard nub, and held her firmly. “All of this is mine.”
She panted, tossing her head side to side because the rest of her was caught in his large hand. Close, she was so close.
“Look at me,” he said. “Your orgasms are mine. Every one.”
She opened her eyes at his intense gaze and whimpered. His thumb applied pressure, and she gasped. She bucked her hips, needing more. “Yours,” she said, but it was more a command than a submission. She wanted what the word gave her.
His hand released her, and she nearly cried from the loss, but then he shifted, moving down her body, and his mouth closed over her center. She cried out, and he stopped.
“Please, don’t stop,” she gasped out.
“Mine,” he said, blowing over the sensitive nub.
She trembled. “Yours.”
He lapped at her, making her writhe underneath him. Then he suckled, and she arched against his mouth. Her nails dug into his shoulders as the pressure built, spiraling quickly out of control.
He lifted his head, using his fingers to stroke her in slow, lazy circles. His voice sounded distant as she was consumed, all of her senses focused on his fingers. “Say my name when you come,” he commanded.
She whimpered.
“Mine,” he growled before he took her fully in his mouth, his tongue hard against her most sensitive spot.
“Dave,” she cried out as she broke in a rush, thrashing wildly as she rode every last wave against his demanding mouth.
She lay there, panting, when he finally released her. She felt his heat, his weight, as he settled over her.
“Very good.” His voice rumbled near her ear. “You get an A plus.”
She smiled and then gasped as he drove deep. She arched her hips, wrapping her legs around him, and he sank deeper. They both groaned.
“You’re mine,” she said.
His forehead rested against hers, and he kissed her tenderly. “Yours.”
He moved in a slow and steady rhythm that had her eyes rolling back in her head. The pressure built again, and she felt herself hurtling toward another climax as he thrust harder and faster.
“Open your eyes,” he said.
Her eyes fluttered open to find his blue eyes, dark with desire, gazing down at her fiercely. The effect was intense, the intimacy of that moment. She cried out his name as she went over the edge, and he followed after with a groan.
A few moments later, he propped up his weight on his arms and kissed her gently. “Are you really going without me tomorrow?”
“Dave,” she said quietly. She didn’t want to fight. Not now. She just wanted to enjoy this moment.
He smiled mischievously before he leaned down to suck on her neck. Hard.
“Dave!”
He released her and looked down at her neck. He grinned. “Looks like you’re mine.”