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There’s nothing but the sound of our bodies, slick and sliding in the dark. Exhales growing more uneven as Claire takes us closer to the edge. The build-up is intoxicating torture. I used to think of myself as self-controlled, but now I know I’m not, not when it comes to her. I’m struggling to keep from grabbing her hips and moving her body in the way I know would set me off.
I grip the sheets tighter as every breath brings me toward release. Claire’s shuddering on me now, thighs spreading farther apart as she takes everything she needs. Her arousal runs down my shaft, dripping onto my balls. She’s quivering, so close.
“I’m going to come,” her voice is needy, making me harder. “You aren’t.”
That clears some of the pleasure fog from my brain. “What?”
“Not until I say you can.” Her fingers dig into my chest the way mine are digging into the sheets. There’s a hard inhale, a gasp that sounds almost pained. Her pussy clamps on my cock, her orgasm sending wave after wave of pleasure through me.
I’m going to come, don’t think I can stop it. My balls tighten up, and my stomach tenses. There’s nothing in my mind except how fucking incredible she feels.
Oh fuck, this is i–
My cock smacks against my stomach, rock hard and straining. Claire’s silhouette writhes over my thighs, and I hear her gasping through the end of her orgasm. She got off me. I was about to come, and she got off me. I don’t think I’ve ever been so frustrated in my life.
“What the hell, Claire?” I groan.
“I said no,” she hisses, a wildcat in the night. “Not until you beg for it.”
This is new.
“I don’t beg,” I tell her. My voice doesn’t sound as sure as I’d like it to.
“Okay. I guess you’ll be taking care of this yourself then.” She leans forward, and her breath hits my tip a second before she presses a sloppy kiss on it. I can’t keep myself from thrusting up, trying to slip my cock between her lips. Pussy, mouth, ass, I don’t care. I need to be inside her. There’s no using my hand after having her. Looks like I’m about to learn how to beg
First time for everything.
“Please?” I try.
Claire’s laugh is muffled as she runs her tongue down my length, licking her arousal off me. “Keep going.”
“I don’t know how to do this.” My voice is almost a whine. I’m horrified, but apprehension only lasts a moment. Then I’m too busy thinking about her mouth as she sucks my cockhead between her lips.
Yes.
The pleasure is gone too soon. I’m exposed again as she pulls her mouth away with a popping sound. Her hand encircles the base of my shaft, and I can’t squirm myself into making her give me the friction I need. She lets me try. When my hips are still, she drops her face over me again. She’s close but not touching, breath tormenting me, teasing flesh that wants to be buried inside her.
“Tell me what you want.” She’s torturing me. I shouldn’t like it this much, but I do.
“I want to come,” I groan as the tip of her tongue swipes across my slit, hot and wet. “Please.”
“You can make yourself come. You don’t need me for that.” She ends the sentence with another lick, this one slower, as if I’m delicious. Then another. My eyes are rolling back in my head, my ability to form rational thought long gone.
“You,” I pant. “I want you to make me come.” The words are choked. I’m grateful for the darkness, how it hides the need that must be painted on my face. I wish it could hide the need in my voice.
“Good start,” she encourages, wrapping her lips around me and sucking. It’s incredible. I’m grasping the sheets so tight I can’t feel my fingers. She can’t stop. I will die if she stops. There’s nothing I wouldn’t do at this moment to make her keep her going.
“Don’t stop. Please don’t stop. God, Claire, your mouth. Fuck.” I’m a mess—rambling, practically incoherent with pleasure.
She releases me from her mouth, but this time she strokes me, hand working up and down my straining cock. “That was good, so good.”
I’m forty-three years old and feel ridiculously proud because my wife said I did a good job begging to come. Three years with Claire have shown me there’s nothing I won’t do if it earns me her praise. She asks a question that makes my head spin.
“Mouth or pussy? How do you want me to finish you?”
Finish me.
There’s never been a better choice of words.
