I get to explore her, all over again. To learn, once more, but this time toreallyunderstand her. And she’s going to learn too, because God knows she’s not already aware.
She’s fighting me, every step of the way, and that… that’s the best bit.
I twist her head back and push my cock into her mouth, just an inch. “Bite me, and it won’t be my hand that smacks your pussy, it’ll be my belt. Picture that.”
She shudders at my words, her whole body squirming. Like the imagery is one she both loves and hates. There’s no flash in her eyes, only submission. So unbelievably exciting.
My cock twitches in her mouth, and she lets out a whimper.
On the subject of her pussy, her legs are pressed tight together. Her knees locked, turned in, her thighs kissing almost all the way up.
That won’t do.
“Spread your legs.”
Another glare, her eyes so expressive. Pale blue, gleaming with tears of frustration and shame. Then her legs slowly part.
“And your folds. Show me inside.”
She tries to shake her head again.My cock in her mouth doesn’t make it easy, and my hand on her head holds it mostly still. It moves an inch each way, the message clear.
I am, of course, completely ignoring her wishes. Why shouldn’t I? She doesn’t know what she wants herself.
I don’t say anything else. I just wait, my cock half into her mouth, my hand on her head, my knee pressing against her side as I brace myself over her.
And slowly, slowly, one hand slides down her body to her waiting sex. Her fingers trace a path over her flat stomach, across her mound, through the trimmed thatch of her pubic hair that will soon be permanently gone. To her cunt, wet with her need and desire. Her legs spread a little wider, and I didn’t tell her to do that. Her fingers open in her folds, revealing herself to me. Pink, delicate, and so very wet.
When I return my gaze to her face, she has her eyes screwed tightly shut.
“Good girl.” I don’t need to say it, but it’s so much fun.
She gives a full body shudder, writhing on the sheet. Her hips twitching, spine shifting, butt rubbing against the silk. And I bet she can feel that.
“Keep it spread open,” I tell her, deliberately reminding her what she’s doing. That she has to keep doing it, just like I made her raise her ass.
I’m rewarded with another whimper. But I still don’t move. My cock, if anything, is harder than it was before.
Her pussy’s exposed to me in ways it never has been before, but I’m not looking at it. I’m watching her face. And I don’t have to wait long.
Her tightly clenched eyes relax, just a fraction. Still closed, but easing up.
Then her tongue licks at my cock, warm and wet. Tentative. Involuntary?
It disappears as she pulls it back, the sensation fading.
And I still wait.
I count six seconds before it returns, wetter than before, firmer. She licks, and this time there’s no denying it’s deliberate.
God, I wish I knew what she was thinking. Is she just tasting me? Is she trying to resist, and failing? Has she rationalized that if she makes me come, this’ll all end?
I don’t think it’s the latter; she’s not trying hard enough.
I feed her my cock, helping her out. My length slides between her lips, deeper into her mouth. She sucks once, like it was an accident. Then her mouth falls open, passively letting me use it, not involving herself at all.
And that won’t do, either.
“Open your eyes, Tink.”
