“You’re going to use your dick on me, but you won’t cum?”
Her voice is skeptical, and I don’t blame her. I’ve never made an offer like this before in my life, but with Kendra, it feels natural. Seconds pass at an excruciating pace before she finally nods.
“OK. You can try to make me cum. Fair warning: it won’t be easy. If you can do it without cumming,maybeI’ll let you cum next time.”
I can tell she’s enjoying slipping into the dominant role, and her bossiness makes my dick grow impossibly harder.
She crawls off of me, moving to lie against her pillows and giving me a look that says she doesn’t think I can do it. That’s fine. Little does she know her doubt only pushes me to try harder.
I sit up and shuck my pants and underwear down in one smooth motion. I fumble through the pockets for a condom, which I quickly roll down my length. Her sharp intake of breath stops me.
“I thought you said you wouldn’t cum,” she protests, already moving to sit up.
“I said I wouldn’t cum and I won’t. Tonight is all about you,” I promise. “But I’m already leaking everywhere and I’ve been primed to cum for the last two hours. The condom’s to help desensitize me so I can focus on bringing you pleasure.”
She settles back onto the pillows and I follow, moving slowly so as not to startle her.
“Is this OK?” I ask once I’m looming over her body. She bobs her head, but I shake mine in response. “I need a ‘yes’ or a ‘no’, baby. Communication is key.”
“Yes,” she murmurs, her pupils wide.
I take the edge of her silk skirt, pushing it higher to expose more and more luscious flesh until I can see her mound covered by the merest strip of pink lace.
“Fuuuuuck me,” I growl. Just the sight of her dripping pussy has me grinding my teeth. “Still OK?” I question. She almostnods before catching herself and murmuring a faint “yes” in a breathless tone.
With my eyes glued to hers to gauge her reactions, I slip my hands under the straps of her panties and pull them down. Slow, slow, slow, until I can see the neatly trimmed hair of her sex glistening before me.
Jesus Christ.I stare at her in blatant appreciation for a full minute before sucking in a shaky breath. I might not cum tonight, but the memory of this will fuel solo sessions for the rest of my life. Maybe longer.
I take the base of my cock in hand, gripping it tighter than necessary to further control myself, and trace the tip along her outer lips. Up, then down. Up, then down. She tenses, probably assuming I’m going to line myself up and sink home, promise be damned. It’s tempting. After the third stroke up-and-down, however, she relaxes once again, even letting out a sultry moan when the tip of my cock catches the tender skin of her clit.
I keep my pace steady, edging closer and closer to her swollen bud. As she loses herself in her pleasure, her hips lift unconsciously, chasing more contact, more pressure.
“Please, Damon,” she moans, tossing her head from side to side.
I chuckle, but don’t give in, leaning forward to take a straining nipple into my mouth. An oversized areola surrounds the dusky rose tip, raised in arousal and in stark contrast to the honeyed hue of her breasts. I reverently run my fingers alongstretch marks that line her thighs and arms like the grain of exotic wood, all while keeping my mouth locked on her nipple.
“Damon, so help me!” she growls. “If you don’t get me off soon, I will get up and do it myself!” I nearly pout at the thought of leaving her perfect tits, but I promised an orgasm, and I’m here to deliver.
I sit back on my heels and resume my caresses along her labia with the tip of my cock. This time, I give her what she wants, pressing my head firmly against her clit and circling around and around until she’s groaning incoherently.
“Oh, oh, oh! Mother of God! F-fuck! Mmmmm. Please. Shiiiiit!” She hisses and curses until one final press sets off a shockwave inside her.
“Oh, fuuuuck!” she shouts, jolting upright with the strength of her orgasm.
I quickly pull back, afraid even a graze against my head will set me off. I’m so close. So fucking close. But I grit my teeth and breathe in and out to stave off my release, just as I promised.
The aftershocks of Kendra’s orgasm are still wracking her body, her chest heaving violently. Once she finally settles, she peers up at me shyly from beneath her lashes.
“That…was…” She shakes her head, speechless. I preen in her approval, even as my balls throb painfully in denial of my relief. She eyes me up and down, stopping at my still raging erection. Guilt clouds her expression.
“I could—” she starts, but I place my hand on herthigh to stop her.
“I said making you cum would be enough, and I meant it. That was beautiful. I’ve never seen anything like it.” She blushes prettily, then covers her mouth to stifle a yawn.
From the looks of it, I’ve got less than five minutes before she passes out asleep. I jump up, checking two doors before finding the bathroom, and, after disposing of the sadly empty condom, I return with a warm washcloth. I carefully wipe her clean as she stretches languidly, her eyes drooping with exhaustion.
By the time I climb into bed next to her, she’s fully asleep. The light from the crescent moon spilling through the open curtain casts her in an angelic glow, and I sigh in happiness. The woman of my dreams is tucked safely into my arms, and I can’t wait to keep making her happy.
