I keep the rhythm steady with my hand, bliss undulating, threatening to spill over.
Our bodies are damp with sweat, the intensity between us escalating.
“I'm so close,” I gasp. “So close.”
Then Marco pulls out, hands firm around my hips.
Nestling his chin on my shoulder, his voice is raspy from exertion.
“I’m gonna put my mouth on you,” he says. “And when I stop… I want you to come all over that glass.”
I hold tempo in slow measured strokes, angling my hips toward him.
It never fails to astound me, when he gets on his knees.
This powerful bossy man, stripped of his suit.
Tasting me.
Rousing me beyond all limits.
Warm hands spread my thighs further apart.
He shuffles underneath me, leaning back, face tilted.
And then that tongue.
I curl over in ecstasy.
“Oh, you fucker…”
“Mmm?”
“You know I love that.”
My rhythm tapers, but I dare not stop.
He licks along the frenulum, sucking lightly on my nuts.
With every moan, his lips vibrate and I know I’m a goner.
A naughty finger tease around my rim sends me feral.
I hold out as long as I can.
“Mercy,” I plead.
He shakes his head, mouth occupied.
His fist is busy too, bringing himself closer to orgasm.
“Mercy…”
But he isn’t done with me.
Not yet.
Heat surges through my body in waves, knees quivering as I try to rein it in.
