"Good girl," he whispers before kissing my ear gently and standing up, so I’m no longer horizontal.
The blood rushes from my head and I feel lightheaded as he holds me tightly, his thrusts now slow and short, allowing my body to go ease back into mindfulness. God, he’s so good at
this.
"You didn’t cum," I frown once my body relaxes and Thomas shakes his head and smirks before biting my lower lip between his front teeth. We both usually climax every time we have sex, and I feel a pang of guilt or failure in the pit of my stomach.
"I didn’t want to, baby," he assures me, as if he can read my mind, but that doesn’t relieve me.
"Why not?" I snap, a little more sassy than I intended. Thomas doesn’t seem affected, amused maybe, but definitely not worried about my attitude.
"Calm down," he whispers on my lips, his mouth soft and wet.
"I don’t like when you don’t… You know," I say bashfully and he smiles at my modesty.
"I’m still inside you, Nicole, you can’t play innocent," he smirks before kissing me briskly.
With my hands in his hair, I stare into his eyes. These moments used to make me a little uncomfortable, it’s just so intimate, like we’re looking into each other’s souls. Immediately after an orgasm, it’s pretty intense. Moving closer to him, I rub our noses together in an Eskimo kiss and Thomas presses his lips to mine. The kiss goes from gentle to urgent swiftly as our tongues dance together, his teeth intentionally grazing me as his length hardens inside of me. I can feel him growing as his hands fall to my hips, his eyes turning dark right before me.
"Did you have plans for this?" I ask, squeezing his manhood with my muscles and his fast smile turns into a throaty chuckle.
"I had some ideas," he begins.
"Well, I have some plans too," I grip his neck to pull myself up.
"Oh, yeah?" He smiles.
"Yep," I lower myself on him before lifting again, watching him bite his lip in satisfaction.
"What do you want, baby?" He’s whispering in that seductive tone of sex that makes me melt inside.
"I want you to ravish me," I whisper, our lips so close I can feel the breath escape him.
"Yeah?" His hands grip my ass roughly.
"Yeah," I whisper.
"And then what?" He tugs at my bottom lip with his front teeth.
"And then, right when you start losing yourself. When your balls draw up and your abs tense," I reach down to run my nails along his defined abdomen, scratching so hard he grits his teeth.
"Then I want you to stop." I say, his eyebrows rising in shock, I feel him grow even harder.
"Stop?" He asks in shock.
"Yep," I answer, lifting and lowering myself again.
"And then what?" He grips my hair in his hands, moving his lips to my neck; gently sprinkling kisses on my skin as I squirm, lifting my shoulders, his soft lips tickling me.
"Then I want you to ravish me again," I answer, and his hands drop to my ass, squeezing me again, but this time he lifts me up and harshly slams me into his cock. The fullness is so abrupt and the aggressiveness so unexpected that the wind catches in my throat.
"And then?" He tilts his head, his hands still gripping my ass.
"Stop." I say, looking directly into his eyes. His hunger is growing as quickly as his erection, but he’s trying his best to stay in control.
"And how long do you want to torture me with this magic between your legs?" he asks.
"Until you can’t take it anymore… Until you can’t stop yourself, and you explode inside of me," I press our lips together, sliding my tongue into his mouth. He moans on my tongue and this time I swallow his pleasure.