With each climax we share together I feel like we fall deeper in love, and I want so desperately to drown in his affection and love. I can feel how much he cares for me, just doing this so passionately shows how much my enjoyment means to him. The fact that I can’t get him off is frustrating, but rather than wanting to abstain altogether he wants to just get me off. It’s the definition of erotic romance and I just love him so much for it.
“That’s three,” he smiles up at me as my face contorts in what feels like an ugly face as my body twitches and shakes, trembles running through me.
God, how much does he want me to cum? I mean, that’s more than enough. I didn’t even know I could cum that much! Although I feel like I need a break, I can’t stop myself from wanting more, so when he slides another finger inside of me, I don’t even pretend like I want him to stop.
“You want some more, baby?” he asks, glancing up with hooded eyes. I know he wants to make me cum again, and I can’t understand how he gets so much pleasure from this.
“Yes, Carter,” I moan, and he smiles before diving back in for another taste.
His tongue is so masterful, lifting and twisting parts of me as he maneuvers around my sex like a surgeon. With my hand still in his hair, I grip a handful of strands as my next orgasm begins to build. I know this one will rattle me to my core, but those are always the best, so I’m eager and anxious to let myself fall apart for him.
“Mmm…” he moans against my pussy lips in the way he knows I like so much. I’m ready to explode again, but I need more, my body stagnant at that last stage of build up. Leaning forward, I lunge into him, my body racing and desperate, my climax evading me. He seems to understand and grazes his teeth along my clit until I spill over, creaming into his mouth.
“God! Yes! Carter!” I yell, my breathing ragged as my body grows even more tired. I’ve just woken up and suddenly I need a nap to deal with him.
“That’s four, baby,” he whispers, beaming with pride.
“That’s enough, Carter,” I assure him, but he doesn’t look satisfied just yet.
“One more,” he reasons and I look down at him, wanting to quit, but his pleading eyes filled with lust make me nod in agreement. Who am I kidding? I could never tell him no, he’s too sexy and dominant for that.
His mouth takes my pussy and clit together, swirling his tongue around me between sucking me gently. I cry out, the pleasure taking me by surprise. It’s a feeling I’ve never felt, as he’s never done this to me. It seems he has even more tricks, this being one I’ve yet to enjoy, but oh my does it feel marvelous.
“Carter! I love you!” The words fall out of my mouth, and I can tell they drive him on, because he begins working me over with a new vigor, his mouth eager for me to climax again.
Between my moans and ecstasy, I’m so lost to him that I feel myself leaving my body. It’s like I’m floating above myself, completely unaware how all of this happened. I can’t believe my life has changed so drastically in so little time. Never did I think I could fall so deeply in love with someone, let alone Carter Blaine, the man that every woman in the world wants to fall for.
He is everything I ever dreamed of and more, and he's so in love with me he’s happy to please me even when he can’t please himself.
“Mmm… I love you more, baby,” he glances up to me, biting his lip with that hunger in his eyes and I know he wants me as bad as I want him.
My goodness, this is the most intense waiting period of my life. It’s like we both want to explode, but I’m the only one about to now. My body is twisting beneath him, his lips back on my sex, as his hands reach up to massage each of my breasts. The vibrations begin in my belly as always, and then they’re climbing through my body until it feels like every inch, every curve, every hair on my body, is stimulated to its maximum level and I’m a gentle nod away from losing control.
Unlike the previous four orgasms, Carter chooses to build me up slowly this time, his pace slowing and speeding up in the way he does when he wants me to cum hard and long. He’s after a big finale for sure. I can’t blame him, but I know my body is spent already. My clit is swollen and overly sensitive, and my heart is racing again.
My legs rise in the air as he digs into me with his tongue, his finger now squeezing my razor-sharp nipples while I shove my pussy forward, seeking more pressure. He feels so amazing, my orgasm is only second away until he slows the rhythm again, and my heart rate dips until he starts his attack all over again.
It’s the sweetest torture, and I’m not even complaining. My body is overly grateful for his performance, and honestly he could do this to me as long as he wants, I’m happy to accept, but I hope he doesn’t. I do still want my climax, my greedy pussy ready for another release.
“Oh, Carter, baby! Yes!” I yell. I’m close, very close, and he’s not slowing this time, so I think there might be a chance he’s going to let me go all the way. I brace myself, knowing this may tear me apart, my body fragile from the day’s events.
“Mmm…” he moans into my sex, my body arching and twisting, wanting him to take more of me into his mouth but also wanting to pull away, run away from the pleasure I know will spark an explosion within me. It’s a weird contradiction in my mind.
“Yes! Yes! Right there, baby!” I yell. Carter runs his fingertips down my body quickly, my sensitive skin coming alive beneath his touch. Slipping two fingers inside of me, he begins hitting my g-spot with his fingers curling upward as he licks my opening, his tongue subtly stimulating my clit.
I feel myself going over the edge, a strange sound coming from my mouth as I moan and cry all at once, tears beginning to roll down my cheeks. The sensation is just too intense, every single one of my emotions seem to seep out of me as my hormones overflow.
“Oh God!” I cry as I rattle, my legs in the air, shaking uncontrollably, my nipples are ringing with sensation as my climax goes over the edge, pouring out into his mouth as he slurps my juices in appreciation.
“He hums as he drinks my release, his mouth continuing to work me over as I ride out the waves of my climax. It is so unbelievably sexy and erotic. I can’t take how much he turns me on, or enjoys my pleasure.
In my relationship with men, it’s often been a one-sided exchange, where I care so much about getting them off, but it is not usually reciprocated. Here, I think Carter may actually be more invested in my pleasure than I am in his, which says a whole lot because I’m utterly obsessed with making him cum.
“That’s five,” he whispers once he’s satisfied that he’s gotten every drop of my release, kissing up my body until his lips are on mine, my arousal distinctly on his tongue.
“That was incredible,” I breathe, completely out of breath, tears streaming down my face.
“I told you I was going to make you cry,” he justifies, wiping my tears with the pads of his thumb before kissing my cheeks as I huff in agreement.