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“You don’t want to wait?” she asks, her breath catching as I pull away from her long enough to slide the protection on.
“Not another second.” I grip her knee, guiding her leg fully up and over my thigh. I start to reach down to position myself, but her hand is already gripping my shaft, guiding my erection down over her clit to the wet heat between her legs. “Yes, baby, put me in you.”
She makes a hungry sound low in her throat as she fits me to her entrance and shifts her hips back slightly, instinctively knowing how to line our bodies up to fit. I sink inside her, biting the inside of my cheek as I fight to go slowly, to give her time to work through any lingering soreness.
She murmurs her approval as she grips my ass again. “Yes, just like that. God, Gideon, your cock is my favorite thing ever. Even the hint of pain feels good.”
“So good,” I echo, threading my fingers through hers. I nuzzle my face into the nape of her neck, inhaling the sweet scent of her hair as I continue to shift slowly forward, burying myself in her sweetness, inch by blissful inch.
When I’m fully seated, I hold still, murmuring into her ear, “How’s that, butterfly?”
“Perfect,” she says, her voice tight. “I think I could come right now, Gideon. I’m so sensitive, it feels…so intense.”
“Then come, sweetness.” The thought of her pussy gripping me is enough to bring me perilously close to the edge. “I think we’ve established, I can always make you come again.”
“I don’t want to,” she says. “Not yet. I want to wait.” She hesitates a beat before adding in a softer voice, “I want you to make me wait. To make me wait because you want me to.”
Holy fuck, this woman…
This goddess.
“I love how you ask for what you want,” I say, kissing her shoulder again before sweeping her hair away from her neck with my other hand. I kiss her throat, rumbling my approval against her soft skin. “But now it’s time to do what you’re told. I’m going to fuck you and play with your tits and tease this pretty little clit, but you’re not going to come until I tell you to. Do you understand?”
She nods, shivering against me. “Yes, but…”
“But what?” I squeeze the inside of her thigh.
“What happens if I can’t… If I can’t stop myself?”
“Then you won’t be told what a good girl you are,” I say, smoothing my palm up her leg to cup her sex. I rub the heel of my palm against her clit as I draw back and glide into her again, making her moan. “And I know you want to be my good girl. Don’t you?”
“Yes,” she says with a rush of breath as her hands thrust back, tangling in my hair as I rock my palm into her again. “Yes, Gideon. I want that.”
“You want all your orgasms to belong to me?”
She makes a sound of such primal pleasure, I know we’ve tapped into something deep, something that she’s maybe never thought about, at least not consciously. “Yes,” she whispers as I fist my other hand in her hair, tugging her head back, bringing her lips within kissing range. “I want all of them to belong to you.”
Ignoring the voice of reason in my head, noting that owning her orgasms might be hard to manage when we’re living hundreds of miles away from each other, I promise, “Then they will. From now on, they’re mine. You’re mine.” Her breath catches, giving me no choice but to ask, “Would you like that? To be mine? Mine to worship and fuck and shower with all the praise you’re craving?”
She only whimpers in response, but the next time I rock forward, she pushes backward, taking me deeper, and I decide that’s answer enough.
Rolling her onto the mattress beneath me on her stomach, I brace my hands on either side of her shoulders and knee her thighs wider apart. “Then that’s how it will be, Sydney. Next time you’re on your belly in your bed with your fingers or your vibrator between your legs, you’re going to call me. You’re going to get me on the phone and wait until I tell you it’s okay for my pussy to come.”
“Yes, yes,” she chants as I rock into her with deeper thrusts.
“Would you let me watch you?” I wedge my hand between her hips and the mattress, finding her clit again. “Would you put me on FaceTime so I could see you when you come?”
“You’re a bad man in bed,” she says, her breath coming faster. “I love that about you. I love it so much.”
And I love the “L” word on her sweet lips, but I’m smart enough to keep that to myself.
Instead, I say, “I’m not bad, I’m just not afraid to be what you need, sweetheart. There’s nothing bad or wrong about this. This wet pussy gripping my cock so tight I know she’s about to come is the rightest thing in the fucking world. God, Sydney, you’re so close. I can feel you, baby, but you’d better not come. Not yet.”
“Please,” she begs. “Please, it feels like I’m dying. Like I’m going to die if I don’t give in.”
“Don’t,” I order her, hoping I’m not pushing her too far. “Wait for me, butterfly. I’ll count you down. Ten…”
I pump faster, deeper, sweat breaking out between my shoulders as she claws the mattress with her nails.
