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“It suits you. It tickles a little.” I moved up his face and traced his bushy eyebrows, which had slightly thicker hair fibers and were refined at the edges. “Do you trim these?”
He chuckled. “No. They’re self-limiting.” He wiggled them up and down, making his eyes bigger as he did it.
I giggled. Between us, his cock, still fully erect, jerked and nudged my belly.
“Trust me.”
He slid his hand down my back, under the waistband of my loosely tied linen slacks and down into my panties. With his finger and thumb, he pinched a generous piece of my fleshy buttock. I winced a fraction, and at the same time, my excited clit ratcheted up a notch. There was no way I could switch it off. I needed to come. I shut my eyes. The chances… Slim… I’m regular. If he said he wouldn’t—maybe he had the control Micah lacked. Tomorrow, I would make an appointment at the family planning clinic.
Then it hit me what I had to do. Why hadn’t I thought of it before? “I’ve a better idea.”
I lowered myself, shuffled down between his legs. The tip of my tongue touched the smooth sheath of his cock and I licked his tiny slit. He juddered and let out a groan.
“Oh, yes,” he muttered.
I looked up straight into his wide-awake eyes. The man had desperate written all over him. I’d hit his weak spot. His sensitive cock rested against my lower lip. The taste of him lingered on my tongue. A good taste—clean, salty, tempting.
“Strip.”
I loved the way he commanded me. Just like his conducting voice, but sexier. I peeled away my top, stretching my arms up to the ceiling. Next, I unclasped my bra, twirled it around before tossing it over my shoulder.
“Teaser,” he growled.
“More?” I paraded my breasts, sashaying them gently, and the nipples stood erect.
“Damn right.” He grabbed my zipper.
I slapped his hand away. “Patience.”
I heaved my body off him and wriggled out of my slacks and panties, letting them drift down my legs, then kicked them off.
“Get back here.” The same insistent voice.
My pussy clenched.
I knelt between his legs, which he spread open for me, and his erection twitched.
I would test him. Make him wait—prove to me he could control this manly beast. I ringed my hands around his shaft. Its stiff girth embodied strength and power. The desire to have him buried in me flourished and I kept it at bay, breathing from my diaphragm, just as he had taught me. He spoke of self-control—it extended to me too. The blood gushed through his penis, swelling it further, and the skin moved over the rigid scaffold, the rippling, vibrant energy transmitting across the gap between us and into my lower belly. Inspired, I rocked my hips back and forth, brandishing my breasts right in front of his eyes. I drooled, salivating in anticipation.
He shot a hand out, but I tossed my head backward, out of reach. I shook my head. “Patience,” I reiterated, masturbating his cock.
Another deep growl. In frustration, he clenched his fingers into white-knuckled bunches.
“You don’t like this, do you?” I held his cock tighter, massaging its shaft with my thumbs.
He gasped loudly. He smashed his fists down on the mattress.
“Damn it, Mausi.” He spoke through gritted teeth. “Suck me.”
“Now who’s conducting? Heh, shall I do this as a slow movement, largo? Or andante, a sedate walking pace.”
“Allegro.” He lifted his hips off the bed.
“Fast. I thought you were going to show me your wonderful sense of control.” I pinched the foreskin, stretching it upward.
He panted. “Let me come in your mouth. Please,” he moaned.
I had him on the edge. His thick cock leaked pre-cum.
