Grabbing a handful of his hair, I pulled his mouth back up to mine, and kissed him at the same time as reaching down between us and wrapping my hand around his cock. With a firm grip, I moved my fist up and down, sweeping my thumb over the band of skin that joined the head to his shaft. With each pass over it, his body would shudder and more wetness would escape from the tip helping my thumb sweeps.
I wasn’t sure I could form a sentence he’d be able to understand, so I kept it to four words. “I need you now.”
Lifting up and away from me slightly, he looked into my eyes, and then looked down so that he could see what my hand was still doing between us as it moved up and down.
“Squeeze it a bit tighter, baby,” he growled, and then moaned when I did just that. “Seeing your little hand around me, feeling how firmly you’re gripping my cock and the movement…” he broke off and tilted his head back so we were eye-to-eye again as he bit into his bottom lip. Releasing it, he shook his head and shuddered. “There’s nothing like it. It feels like I’m going to come, and then I think of your pretty little pussy,” he reached down and skimmed his middle finger between my lips, moving back up again to circle my clit, “and how tight it is. No way am I not coming inside you,” he said, twisting his hand slightly, and plunging the finger deep inside me.
“Can we please get to that then,” I begged, my hips moving more urgently now.
It felt like I was going to explode if we didn’t do it. There would be pieces of me all over the room, and all that would be left on the bed was my vagina probably be yelling ‘told you I was horny’.
Expecting him to be in agreement with that, I let go of my grip around his cock, and moved the hand so it was gripping a handful of his solid ass cheek. Seriously, it was rock hard. In fact, all of him was rock hard. It was almost intimidating looking at the bumps on his torso and that v just over his pelvis which pointed right to the other rock hard part of him I desperately wanted inside of me. When he didn’t move, I dug my nails into his ass, wincing when I felt two of them bend.
“Not yet,” he warned, moving so he was balanced on one arm over me. “Patience.”
Lifting his free hand, he trailed it from my collarbone, down over my chest, and stopped to circle a nipple. When it tightened into a hard bud, he brought his thumb into the mix and gently squeezed it between the digits. Here’s something every pregnant woman will know, in fact even if you’re due on your period you’ll know this – your nipples and boobs get very sensitive. A change in temperature, something rubbing over them, reading a book with hot sexy times in it, a really hot guy with a hard cock squeezing them – it drives you out of your ever-loving mind.
“Like that?”
“What do you think?” I gasped as he did it again.
With a small smile, he lowered down and gently sucked the opposite nipple into his mouth. While I was distracted by his tongue flicking it and his teeth gently nibbling it, he lowered the hand that had been playing with the other nipple down my body. The only time I reacted was when he skimmed over my ticklish spot beside my belly button – that’s how good he was with his mouth on just a nipple. That’s also how sensitive mine were now.
“Patience,” he warned when I cried out on a slightly harder suck and jerked my hips up against him.
People extol the virtues of patience, and on the whole I’m in agreement with it. It’s handy, it’s rational, it keeps everything under control, it’s just the best approach in situations. However, when you’re lying underneath the man you love, who makes you want to come just by looking at him, patience is fucking frustrating. If it was possible to actually do that, I’d be a happy woman. Instead, a vast majority of women need something else to push them over the orgasm line, myself included.
And when that man was blessed with fingers by Satan himself, it was even more frustrating.
Gently pushing two fingers into me, he slowly moved them in and out, bending them so that they rubbed against my walls with each motion. Every so often he’d stop and rub them against that spot that drove me out of my mind, varying the pressure of each rotation so that I never knew what to expect next. Just as I’d start to feel that electric tension that signaled I was about to come, he’d stop and go back to the slow ins and outs. At the same time, his thumb would circle around my clit, stopping to rub on the spot he’d found yesterday which was my hot spot. It was torture!