Lila’s hands find my hips again, warm and deliberate, her fingers digging into my skin with just enough pressure to ground me. “Tell me you want this,” she murmurs, her voice close to my ear, her breath hot against my neck.
“I want this,” I say, my voice rough with arousal. “I trust you, Lila.”
Her hands slide up my back, tracing the lines of my spine, her touch both soothing and electrifying. She takes her time, fingers exploring every inch of me, mapping my body as if committing it to memory.
The slow, deliberate pace is maddening, each touch stoking the fire inside me. My muscles tense under her hands, craving more. She leans forward, her lips brushing the back of my neck, and I shiver as her tongue flicks out, tasting my skin. She kisses along my shoulders, her mouth warm and insistent, leaving a trail of heat in its wake.
“You’re so tense,” she whispers, amusement lacing her voice. “Relax for me, Kent. Let me take care of you.”
Her hands move lower, one sliding around to my chest, fingers grazing my nipples, sending a sharp jolt of pleasure through me. I let out a low groan, my head tipping forward as she continues her exploration.
Her other hand slips between my thighs, teasing but not yet touching where I’m most sensitive. The restraint is exquisite,her control absolute, and I feel myself surrendering to it, my body responding to her every command.
Lila’s fingers trail lower, brushing against my cock, and I gasp at the sudden contact, the light touch sending a spark of heat through me. She chuckles softly, a sound that’s both playful and commanding, and wraps her hand around me, stroking slowly, deliberately.
Her grip is firm, her movements unhurried, each stroke building the tension in my body. “You like this,” she murmurs, her voice a low purr as she watches my reactions, her fingers tightening slightly, teasing the sensitive tip with her thumb.
My breath hitches, my hips shifting instinctively toward her touch, but she keeps her pace steady, refusing to let me rush her. “Patience,” she says, her lips brushing my shoulder, her teeth grazing my skin lightly. She leans in to kiss the nape of my neck, her mouth lingering, sucking gently before moving to my earlobe, nipping it softly.
Her other hand continues its exploration, moving to my lower back, kneading the muscles there, relaxing me even as she stokes my arousal. The dual sensations—her hand on my cock, her fingers massaging my back, her lips on my skin—are overwhelming, pulling me deeper into her control.
She shifts, her body pressing closer, and I feel the warmth of her chest against my back as she leans in, her lips finding the sensitive spot just below my ear. “You’re so responsive,” she whispers, her voice thick with desire.
Her hand on my cock speeds up slightly, her strokes more deliberate, and I can’t suppress the moan that escapes me, my body trembling under her touch. She’s relentless, her fingers working me with precision, bringing me to the edge and thenslowing, keeping me suspended in a haze of pleasure, all while peppering kisses across my shoulders and back.
Lila reaches for the bottle of lube, the soft snap of the cap breaking the silence. The cool sensation of liquid against my skin makes me tense for a moment, but her hand on my cock keeps me grounded, her steady strokes a constant anchor.
Her fingers circle slowly, preparing me with care, her touch gentle but firm, ensuring I’m ready. The sensation is intense, a mix of vulnerability and pleasure that makes my breath hitch, my hands gripping the headboard tighter.
She’s methodical, her touch both clinical and intimate, watching my reactions, adjusting her pace to keep me balanced between anticipation and surrender. “You’re doing so well,” she murmurs, her voice soothing, a counterpoint to the intensity of her touch. She leans down to kiss my spine, her lips trailing down the curve of my back, adding layers of sensation that make me shudder.
Her hand on my cock never stops, stroking in time with her fingers, the dual stimulation sending waves of heat through me. “You’re mine right now, aren’t you?” she asks, her voice low and commanding.
“Yes,” I gasp, the word spilling out as her fingers press deeper, sending a shudder through me. My body trembles, caught between anticipation and surrender, every nerve alive with sensation.
She withdraws her fingers, and I feel the absence acutely, a moment of emptiness before she positions herself behind me, the tip of the toy pressing against me, cool and slick. She doesn’t rush, letting me adjust, her hands steady on my hips as she guides me through it.
“Breathe,” she says, her voice a low command, and I obey, drawing in a deep breath as she begins to move, slow and deliberate, giving me time to open to her.
The first push is careful, controlled, and I feel a stretch that’s both unfamiliar and thrilling, my body yielding to her as she sets a rhythm. The sensation is overwhelming, a mix of pressure and pleasure that makes my head spin, my fingers digging into the headboard as I anchor myself.
Lila’s hands are everywhere—on my hips, my back, my shoulders—grounding me, reminding me that she’s in control, that I’m safe in her hands. She leans forward, her chest pressing against my back, her breath hot against my ear.
“You feel so good,” she whispers, her voice thick with desire. “So open for me, so perfect.” Her words send a shudder through me, amplifying the sensations as she moves deeper, her rhythm steady but relentless, each thrust pushing me closer to a precipice I didn’t know existed.
After a few moments, she pauses, her hand still on my hip. “Turn over,” she commands softly, easing out just enough to give me space. “I want to see your face. I want to watch you come undone.”
I comply, flipping onto my back, my legs parting as she repositions herself between them. Her eyes lock onto mine, dark with desire, and she leans down to capture my lips in a searing kiss, her tongue invading my mouth as she aligns the toy again. The kiss is deep, passionate, her hands framing my face, thumbs brushing my cheeks.
She breaks the kiss to trail her lips down my jaw, my neck, kissing every inch she can reach as she pushes back in, slower this time, watching my expression intently. The eye contact is intense, her gaze drinking in every gasp, every flickerof pleasure across my face, and it heightens everything, making the sensations more profound.
Her hand slides around to my front, wrapping around my cock again, her grip firm and confident. The dual sensation—her inside me, her hand stroking me—sends my senses into overdrive, my moans filling the room as I lose myself in her.
She’s relentless, her movements precise, her control absolute, and I feel myself unraveling under her touch, every thrust, every stroke driving me closer to release. She leans down again, kissing my lips hungrily, then moving to my chest, her mouth latching onto a nipple, sucking gently as she thrusts deeper.
“Lila,” I groan, my voice raw, my body trembling as she pushes me to the edge. She lifts her head, her eyes meeting mine again, a smile playing on her lips as she watches the pleasure contort my features.
She doesn’t let up, her hand moving in time with her thrusts, her lips finding mine once more in a kiss that’s both tender and demanding. The intensity builds, a tidal wave of sensation that threatens to overwhelm me, my entire world narrowing to her touch, her voice, her presence.
