‘Not so fast.’ I press her away and widen my stance, bend my legs as I force my cock to slide along her seam. She gives a breathy little, ‘Yes,’ and arches her spine, her legs straightening up and locking in place as she tries to draw the sensation out.
‘You’re so responsive,’ I murmur.
‘And you’re a tease.’
Her fight has my cock jerking up, pre-cum already escaping, and I take a controlled breath, gripping her hips to raise her that little bit more. Better. I angle myself and rock, catching her clit with the head of my dick and smothering myself in her liquid heat. Each move coaxes out a whimper, a whimper that’s building in its desperation and, together with her slick warmth surrounding me, it’s pushing me to the brink.
It’s that worry that has my hand tightening around the base of my cock, my other easing around to her front, seeking out her clit, needing her to be as far gone as I am. I circle over the hard nub and she writhes, moans. I step back, freeing my cock to palm her arse again. To knead and grope before I dip my fingers inside her molten wet heat. One finger, two, three. Christ, she’s so hot for me they slide in with ease and my cock is bucking, ready to jack off all by itself—fuck.
‘Please, Jackson, please...’
‘What is it, baby?’
‘I need to... I want to...’
Her words are barely audible, her body barely moving now as she tightens every limb in an attempt to stave it off: the climax I haven’t yet permitted.
‘Not yet.’
Her eyes are glazed with lust as she looks to me over her shoulder.
I ease my fingers out and run them between the cheeks of her arse and her lashes flutter, her lips parting with a breathy moan.
‘I want to be inside you, here...’ I finger her tight opening, lubricated with her own dampness ‘...when you come.’
Christ, I do. I want to fuck her every which way she’ll have me and never have to face the question of what this means for us going forward.
‘Stay still.’
I caress her arse cheeks, exploring like I did before, only this time my cock is buried between her legs, easing back and forth, lubricating itself on her. I ease the tip of my finger inside her tight opening and she lets out a strained cry, her body trembling as she works to hold herself still, and I grip her hip to keep her there as I ease in further.
‘That’s it, baby...push out, take me in.’
She opens to me as I delve deeper, the sheen of sweat on her skin builds, my own too. I reach around her and stroke over her clit, pressing until she begs.
‘Fuck me, Jackson, fuck me now.’
She’s ready, I can feel it. And hell, I am. But I need to keep this slow, I need to keep it in tune with her. I slip my cock from between her legs, position my moist head where my fingers once were and push slowly.
She stills; her breathing quiets.
‘Relax, baby, relax.’ I stand straighter, one hand low on her back, the other guiding myself inside her. The sight of my head pressing inside her arse is enough to tip me over and I clench my jaw, feeling my body pulse. Not yet.
The master of delayed gratification—like hell!
It’s taking every last shred of control not to come like some inexperienced fool.
‘You feel so good, Jackson.’
Her arse opens around me as she pushes out and moves back and fuck, I’m stretching her wide, going in deep. I grind my teeth, keep my movements slow, steady. Talk is impossible now.
‘So fucking good,’ she moans, the blissful sound echoing through me, melding with my own cries that I’m barely aware of making.
I reach around her front, my cock half buried inside her as I seek out her clit. I need to... I want her to... I need her on the precipice. She bucks back with a moan, a plea. ‘Now, Jackson, now... I need to...please.’
‘Yes, come for me, baby, come for me.’
It’s like turning on a switch. She writhes against my finger, my cock, her whole body pulsing and then she arches, her cry guttural as she lets go and my cock sinks inside her, deep, closed in, squeezed. I try to back out, scared to hurt her, but she pulses around me, her muscles clenching and holding me there and, Jesus, I can’t hold back any more.