Her jaw dropped.
She didn’t even try to move.
And neither did I—because the longer I dry-humped her like this, the more desperate she became.
And I planned to take my time.
She whimpered as I palmed her ass, dragging her slowly against my length again, letting her feel just how hard I was—just how much I needed her. But I didn’t rush. I didn’t yank my shorts down or tear my boxers off her. No.
This was about discipline. Mine, not hers.
I reached behind my head and pulled my T-shirt off in one fluid motion, tossing it somewhere I didn’t care to look. Her fingers skimmed my chest, tentative, greedy. She looked like she was about to beg—and fuck, did I want her to. But not yet.
I brought her closer, letting her straddle my thighs while I kissed the side of her neck, slow and unhurried, right at that sweet spot below her ear.
“You like teasing me, don’t you?” I whispered against her skin.
She nodded, breath catching.
“That’s why you came out here in nothing but my T-shirt. No bra. Just dripping and ready for me.”
She made a soft, strangled sound when I kissed lower, dragging my mouth down the delicate column of her throat to her collarbone. I could feel her hips twitching, trying to roll forward. But I held her still with a firm grip around her waist.
“Please,” she whispered.
I ignored the plea, bringing my mouth to her breast instead, sucking her nipple slowly, tongue flicking over the tip until itpebbled under my attention. She gasped and arched into me, one hand fisting the back of my hair.
I smiled against her.
“You’re so sensitive,” I murmured, moving to the other breast, lavishing it the same way—long, deep pulls, until she was shaking. “Are you this desperate already, baby?”
She couldn’t answer. Her head dropped back as her hips began moving on their own, dragging her pussy against the thick ridge in my shorts. I let her this time. Let her grind. Let her make a mess.
Her moans were soft, breathy things—and they only made me harder.
I kept kissing her breasts, her ribs, then circled back to her throat. Her skin was flushed and damp now. Her eyes glazed.
“Alistair—” she whispered.
“I know,” I said, brushing my mouth against hers. “You’re close, aren’t you? Just from this.”
She nodded again, dazed. Desperate.
And still—I didn’t let her come.
Not yet.
Not until I was balls deep inside her sweet cunt.
“Stand up,” I said, watching her slide off me.
I knelt, tugging my white boxers down her thighs and inhaling her scent before rising to my feet.
“Kneel on the couch. Hands on the armrest.”
I’d never get tired of seeing her like this—arched for me, presenting like she knew exactly what I needed. Her back bowed, arse pushed out, pussy glistening. Every inch of her was anoffering. Even the soft purple curls against her pale skin made me twitch.
I shoved my shorts down and stepped up behind her, my cock already heavy, throbbing.
