For Us (The Girl I Loved Duet 2)

She closes her eyes and I see her shiver. Interesting. I file the reaction away for later, because there’s some things I want to think about, but I’m not about to stop in the middle of sex for it. I drag my tongue down between her breasts and across her stomach until I’m in front of her pussy again, and I can see it glistening. I don’t hesitate, putting my full mouth on her and sucking deep. Amber arches off the bed, suddenly moaning, and I smile into her pussy. She’s so aroused that I probably could have made her come by just blowing on her clit. But what she doesn’t know is that when I told her that I might make her come, I’d already made the decision that I won’t.

I want her to be writhing in pleasurable agony before she comes, and when she does, I’m going to be buried deep inside her. For these few, brief moments, I don’t care about what she wants, and I’m going to make it happen. I lick across her skin, savoring the sweet and deep taste of her arousal as she moves under me, lifting her hips to try to angle herself better against my mouth. “No,” I say, laying a hand across her stomach, and pinning her down. She stops moving, and I can feel the way her breath changes under my hand, speeding up. There’s a burst of wetness in my mouth, and I drink her down. Just me telling her no made her wet.

I work my tongue on her clit in slow, steady strokes, and I can feel her tensing, getting ready, and just before she goes over the peak, I pull back. Amber gasps in frustration and her head pops up, looking down at me. I just smile, instead using my hands to soothe down her sides and stomach and across her thighs, going nowhere close enough to her pussy to send her over. Amber opens her mouth, and I can see it happen.

She’s going to ask why I stopped, why I don’t keep going, and the realization of her own request hits her. She understands that if I don’t care about what she wants, then I don’t care if she comes. “Oh,” she says. “Wow.”

Her head falls back, and I follow her again so I can see her eyes. I settle myself so she can feel my cock between her legs but I’m doing nothing with it to stimulate her, and it’s driving her mad. “Wow?”

She’s blushing and raising her hands to cover her face, but I catch them, pin them to the bed beside her so that she can’t hide. “What’s going on?”

“It’s different than I imagined,” she says.

“Bad different?”

Her blush tells me all I need to know about that.

I laugh, and press a kiss to the side of her neck that she leans into. “This is what you wanted, right? To not think? To not choose?”

“Yes,” her voice is barely a whisper.

“Then I’m choosing to not let you come until I want you to.”

Her eyes dilate and I can tell the thought excites her. “Are you going to let me come tonight?”

“Yes,” I say, but I like the thought of driving her crazy for days. “But maybe not next time. We’ll see.”

She tests her hands, pushing on mine to see if I’ll release her. I don’t. But she doesn’t fight, she seems to relax into it, and I kiss her. We can taste each other, and it makes me fully hard again. I want to be inside her, but I’m not going to rush this.

I ease back down her body, and this time I use my fingers, dipping inside and stroking across her G-spot with them until I’m fucking her with my hand and she’s begging me to go faster and do more. I don’t. I move at a steady pace that’s fast enough to make her shake but not fast enough to give her what she needs. Amber’s body is starting to glisten with sweat, and God, I want to lick it all off her. I think about dragging her into the shower and washing her from head to toe, and that’s something we’re going to do, too. Maybe in the morning.

Amber’s pussy clenches around my fingers, and she cries out as I pull them back, letting her orgasm collapse into nothing. She groans, “Why?”

“Because I don’t care about what you want,” I say.

I can feel her shiver. For a few minutes I just touch her, massaging her until she relaxes and all that orgasmic tension is gone. And then I’m on her again. Mouth and fingers both this time, I consume her. I suck her clit between my teeth and graze it while I’m stroking her inside, and she’s suddenly there again. So fast and so close that I almost don’t pull away in time. She screams, “Peter, please.”