Page 94 of Crimson Love

“But I thought you were —”

I shake my head and press my quads against her thighs. “Not this time. This way, I get to watch and see how much you want it.”

Her expression falls. “You know I want it. Please, Jett.”

I give her clit another light touch. “I’m here for you baby. You can control this. It’s all you. Of all the things you’ve done in life, you can do this. Take what you want.”

Her exhale spreads over my skin until she works up the nerve to move. She arches her back and rocks her hips. I finger fuck her and find her clit. It’s soft, but it’s there.

“So good, baby. Just like that. Do it again.”

She bites her lip and rocks again. This time farther, and she’s rewarded with a firmer touch. “This is cruel.”

A smile spreads over my face. “You’re not the picture of abuse, Lennon. Quite the opposite.”

“I can’t move,” she complains. “Not enough.”

“You can find a way. I believe in you. Until then, I’m here all night.”

She pushes from her forearms to her hands for better leverage. She’s hands and knees above me. The next time she rocks back to search for my touch, it’s firmer and she stays there.

“You’re so fucking beautiful.” I stare up at her. Her tits are small, but they hang and sway with every move she makes. I can see down her beautiful body. Her fair skin is flushed from her cheeks to her tits, and with every moment that passes, she loses every inhibition she had when I rolled her over for this. I wanted this view from the back, but I’ll take watching every beautiful feature on her face from right here.

“Jett, you can’t move your hand. That’s not fair.”

“There are no rules.” I encourage her with a little bit more of my touch. She feels it and uses it to her advantage. “Look at you. I’m so proud of you, baby.”

With that, she rocks back again, harder this time. I reach up to cup one of her tits with my other hand and hold on tight as she moves. She exhales a hot, shallow breath. “Oh my God.”

“You’re wetter than you were before.” I want to give her a play-by-play of her body, because she is brave. “You’re so hot, I might come just watching you.”

She arches her back farther and grinds down on my fingers. Forward and back. Back and forth. I watch in awe as she’s lost in the moment. She can’t think of anything besides her impending orgasm.

I keep talking to her. “This is the hottest thing I’ve ever seen. You using me to do what feels good. I’m just here for the show.”

Her movements become erratic and are out of control. I twist her nipple in my hand at the exact moment she grinds down on my fingers.

She calls out for me. “Jett, I —”

And that’s when I take over. I finger fuck her and work her clit to carry her orgasm as far as it will go. I pin her forward with my thighs and she falls to her forearms and buries her face in my neck.

Her body convulses but I don’t let up. “Good girl, baby. Every ounce of your orgasm is mine. I want it all.”

When she can’t take another moment, I let up and she forgets all about kidneys and major surgeries. She collapses to my chest and gives me all her weight.

Her breaths are labored and sweat beads over her skin. I should let her come down from her orgasm, but I can’t. The tip of my cock is snugly tucked in her pussy and has no desire to leave. I need a condom or we’re taking this to the next level without a proper discussion.

I flip her to her back, and she lies there like a wet rag. I smile and reach for the nightstand. “Don’t get too comfortable.”

She stretches. “I can’t move after that. That was...”

“Incredible.” I fall back to the bed beside her and pull her by the hand. “Come here. Tonight’s all about you.”

She slowly sits up. I pull her back across to straddle me and hand her the condom. “Your turn. You’re riding me tonight.”

She looks from me to the condom and down to my cock before her gaze jumps back to me. Her tongue sneaks out to wet her lips.

“Fuck, yeah. You can taste me next time.”