He began slow and teasing, in and out, and then replaced my finger on my clit, swirling, his touch feather-light. God damn, it was like he knew just the right amount of pressure and the exact spot.
I wanted him. God, I wantedeverything,but I just…I just couldn’t yet.
There were no more blurry lines; we’d crossed them all, but itmatteredto me. If I only did this, if we were both mostly clothed, if my lips didn't touch his, then I was still safe. And that’s what I wanted.
To be safe.
"Alex..." I no longer knew what I was pleading; I merely succumbed to the way my body filled with anticipation, the precipice so close I could almost taste it. Alex didn’t stop, and he breathed faster when he added a second finger. In and fuckingout,his fingers plunged inside my wet pussy, the sound both filthy and satisfying.
“Yes, Malyshka. We’ll do it just the way you want. Just the way you like it,” he promised in my ear, the sound of his voice my only anchor. "Spread your legs more. Make it feel good, baby."
The feeling of his fingers inside me was unparalleled, and I was so close. Alex did everything I asked. He gave me everything I wanted—not more, not less, denying himself every step of the way. “Yes…yes, don’t stop.”
And he didn’t. He didn’t change anything; he kept the pace the same, two fingers deep inside me, and his thumb applying slight pressure to my clit.
“Just like that, Malyshka.”
His voice pushed me over the edge, and my eyes rolled into the back of my head, my skin burning all over. Alex didn’t stop, and the sensation tripled every second. The warm sizzle spread through me, wiping out all other feelings and sensations.
I melted into him, my loud gasp echoing in the room. “God, fuck—”It hit me like a wave, undulating through all my limbs and lighting all my nerve cells on fire. “Alex! I…”
“That’s right, baby,” he encouraged. “Let me feel you come. I’m right here.” He was—and that’s all I wanted.
His fingers dug into my thigh, and he pulled me in even closer, pumping his fingers in and out with frenzy, letting me ride the sensation. I trembled, whimpering something incoherent, forgetting that anything else in the world existed.
The high dissipated slowly, and I didn’t want it to go. I was also fully aware of the large bulge pressing into my backside.
This was a Medieval torture exercise in abstinence, and Alex survived it all.
"You did so well, baby. I'm so proud of you." His message reached my mind while I panted, all the heat still lingering inside me. Instead of letting it go, I wanted to use it.
Before I had the chance to convince myself otherwise, before I could break the illusion, I sat up straighter and pushed my ass cheeks right into him.
“Alex?” I grabbed both his hands and he clasped mine harder, wrapping me in a hug. “I really liked it,” I whispered, wishing for his lips to attach to my skin. “Stay with me longer?”
But I knew Alex would have done anything. His arms pressed me to him as he leaned in, his breath ragged and desperate. I ground harder.
“Mmm,” he almost growled, and my jaw fell open. The sound was raw and unrestrained, sending a pulse to my pussy. “J-Jade,” he stuttered just as I took the chance and placed his hand right on my left breast.
“Now you tell me,” I half turned my head to him, feeling his hot breath on my chin. “Tell me what you want.”
I moved slowly, but with the right pressure. He was rock-hard. The way he held on to me—the grip around my waist and his fingers around my nipple told me he was on the verge of a breakdown, but his self-restraint was undefeated.
“I need to hear it, Alex,” I whined, close to falling apart in his arms once more.
“Y-you,” he finally muttered. "This. Everything."
And that was exactly what I wanted to hear.
"Yeah?" Oh God, it was building again, the overwhelming sensation was spreading through me like honey. Alex kneaded my breast, so slow, so tender, so fucking damn perfect. "W-what part of me do you want, Alex?" I stuttered, realizing this man was about to gift me a second orgasm, barely touching me.
It was all becoming desperate. Our gasps and moans intertwined in the dark and secret room, my hips moving in perfect rhythm.
"I want..." he choked out, "all of you.” He tightened his grip, unconsciously providing the safety I so craved. "Yourmind...your soul...your body." Dear God, his voice echoed through me, seeping deep into my soul.
Addicted to this, I slipped my fingers between my legs, restarting what we’d just finished.
"You're so good at..." My head rolled to the side, my lips right at his. “At using your fingers." Our gazes locked at this moment, both of us drunk. Both of us out of our minds. I kept talking, afraid to pull in closer. "You’ll do it again when I ask?"
