thumb right over her center, watching the fabric dampen with her arousal, her eyes widening. I blow a breath straight over the darkened patch, and she fists the bedsheet, exhaling sharply.
“Dan, what are you doing?”
“Driving you crazy.”
I’m so hard, I can barely hold back, but I want to give her pleasure more than I need to chase my own. Gathering the fabric covering her pussy between my fingers, I rub the lace gently over her clit.
“Oh, oh—this is so good.”
The lace is a little rough, so I follow every rub with a lash of my tongue, a succession of soft and coarse. She fists the sheets tighter and tighter, but I know it won’t be enough soon. She’ll need to touch herself.
When she finally lets go of the sheet, touching her breasts, playing with her own nipples, I nearly come from the sight. Caroline on her back, spread open on my bed, all wild and uninhibited. I love seeing her like this. I stop when she’s close to climaxing, pulling her panties down, then lick along her crack.
“Dan. Ooooooh, oh, oh. Can you do that again, please?”
I lick again, and again, feeling her glutes contract in my hands, her cries becoming louder, her arousal dripping on her inner thighs.
When I can’t stand not being inside her anymore, I straighten up, balancing on my knees between her open thighs. She lifts her legs, touching my arms with her feet before resting them on my shoulders. I cuff her ankles between my thumb and forefinger, moving her feet until her soles are planted on my chest.
“You’ll have better leverage like this,” I explain.
She swallows. “Are you sure it’s okay for you?”
“Don’t worry, baby. I’m strong. Give me your hands.”
I reach out, and she meets me halfway. With her hands in mine, I slide inside her, just the tip, rubbing back and forth until she gasps my name.
“Dan, please. I want you inside me all the way.”
“Not yet.”
I move lower on my knees, changing the angle, but still only giving her the tip. She whimpers, lifting her hips, trying to slide herself onto me, but I pull back.
“Please.”
“I love hearing you say please.”
“Dan!”
“I’m not giving everything to you. Not yet.”
My words send a rush of wetness through her, and her pussy clamps around me, coating me in her arousal. This is torture for me too, but nothing like it is for her. She writhes, thrashing her head around the pillow. But I need to get her soaked and ready, and she’s so responsive it damn near kills me. She tries to smuggle her hands out of my grip, but I don’t let her go.
“No.”
“I need to touch myself.”
“You’re not allowed to. You’ll only receive the pleasure I want to give you. And love? I’ll give you so much pleasure, I’m not sure you’ll be able to take it.”
She exhales sharply, but stops trying to wriggle her hands free. Leverage and control are two reasons I want to hold her here. The third one is that I need the touch. I want to touch her as much as possible, to feel close to her.
When the quiver in her body intensifies, I change the angle again, sliding in deeper, inch by inch, stopping when I reach her G-spot. Her eyes open wide, looking at me wildly, her mouth forming an O.
“Oh, oh, Dan—”
I slide inside her, staying still when I’m all the way in. When I pull back, then slide back in, her hands tense in mine. I grip them tighter, rubbing my thumbs along her knuckles.
“You’re so beautiful.”