“Oh, no. Don’t say you won’t. Let me at least dream that one day you will want it again.” Damn, he now had a handicap in his campaign to woo her. That was one of the better weapons in his arsenal of pleasure, and now he couldn’t use it.
No matter. He would find other ways to love her, pleasure her.
“Can I kiss you now?” His voice was husky with need. This conversation should have cooled his ardor, but all that talk about kissing her sweet pussy had just made him harder.
“Yes. Yes, please... and thank you.”
“No need to thank me, sweet.”
And he sealed her lips with his mouth. Silencing her because he needed to love her, and show her pleasure like she had never experienced before. He would make her so addicted to pleasure that she would allow him to kiss and touch and possess her in any way he wanted. Because he wanted all of her.
He kissed her breathless and moved down to worship her nipples until she was squirming. Could she come just from stimulating her nipples? It was a thought for another time. Now he was too desperate for her. Only when she was pressing her breasts against his mouth in reckless abandon did he allow himself to slide his hand down and into her slick folds. He closed his eyes and groaned with pleasure. She was so wet.
He slid a finger softly, rhythmically, almost lazily over her swollen nub, and she whimpered. Oh yes. She was so aroused. Even without being able to lick and suck her, he shouldn’t have any problem bringing her to completion. She was practically rubbing herself against his hand.
But then she froze, grabbing his hand and pushing it aside. “Enough.” She panted.
“Come for me. I want to feel you come.”
She shook her head frantically. “No, no more, please. Just take me now.”
“Abigail...”
“Please.” she was urgent now. One of her hands reached and cupped his cock, squeezing gently over the fabric of his pants. The pleasure was so blinding that he put a hand over hers, keeping her touch on him, instinctively rocking into it.
It was the first time that she touched him of her own volition, and it was such a turn on to feel her touch on his aroused cock. Damn, he couldn’t wait any longer. He would spend in his pants, and that would be a great shame. Shucking his pants, he placed his weight over her, grabbing her hands to trap them on either side of her head.
He took her lips in a desperate kiss while below his cock demanded entrance to her heated depths. His hips pushed relentlessly, and her flesh surrendered. Opening to him, receiving him and enveloping his cock in slick heat and moisture.
It was magnificent. He wanted this pleasure to never end. He wanted to stay like this, connected to her forever. He would never tire of this.
But it was too much pleasure to last long. He was approaching his climax. If she would only join him in that place. But she was still not close enough. She hadn’t let him get her close enough. Damn it.
He moved against her, rolling his hips to stimulate her nub with every stroke. She tightened, responding to his movement, but she wouldn’t let herself fall over. He broke the kiss to look at her face. She had a frown of concentration between her eyebrows. Her eyes scrunched closed.
She was fighting it. And God help him, he couldn’t hold back any longer. With a hoarse cry he came, and came, and came, his seed jetting into her, his hips pumping helplessly within her body while a corner of his mind registered one fact.
She didn’t want to fly with him.
