Own Me

He speeds up, thrusting into me faster, and at the same time, drops one hand between us to finger my clit. My body bucks against his at the sudden spike of pleasure, and I moan in protest. “Not fair,” I gasp. “You can make me finish first.”

“I could…” His grin widens, as he continues to finger my clit, toying with me, not quite pressing hard enough to get me off. And still fucking me, so I can feel his thick cock against the walls of my pussy as I contract in anticipation. “Or I could just torment you. Take you right to the edge…” He fingers me faster, and my breathing speeds up, my whole body arching into his as my clit starts to throb with desire.

Then he pulls his hand away, sinks back over me to continue fucking. I gasp with something halfway between protest and naked lust.

Now he’s really smirking. “How long before you beg me to let you finish?” he murmurs.

I turn my head to nip at his neck gently, biting just hard enough to leave a mark. “Depends,” I whisper. Then I tilt my hips, angle them so that his cock scrapes along my front wall with every thrust. He groans at the sensation, and I tighten my legs around his waist, trapping him against me. “How long have you got?”

Gio takes both of my hands in his. Intertwines his fingers through mine, and then spreads my arms flat against the bed, splaying me out beneath him. “Well, Mrs. Vos.” He leans up a little to gaze down at me, slowly, raking his eyes up my body an inch at a time. “Since you ask… I do believe I have all night.”

When he finally does let me come, an hour later, both of us finish at the same time. His fingers stroke me to an orgasm, which hits me just as he drops his hand to grip my waist instead, and thrusts into me once, twice, then one last time as his face drops into that lost look of pleasure I’ve come to adore, as he growls my name, pumping his cum into me.

I squeeze my pussy hard around him, milking every last drop I can from him, as he slows against me, both of us panting and coated in sweat.

This time, when he collapses across me, and I untangle our legs and roll over to wrap myself in his arms, I know there’s no time limit. No running clock, no hours to charge. Just me and Giovanni, the way we were meant to be. Together, for good.

THE END