Page 49 of Love Lessons

And every time she bucked up against him, he stopped.

It only took her two tries.

She was panting and whimpering now, and the movie was wrapping up.

He resumed his slow pace. She was whining now, a high-pitched tone in her throat. It made him want to fuck her, to ravage her and take everything that she had to give. To come inside of her and claim her.

But even more, it made him want to slow down. To extend her sensual agony as long as possible, until she was falling apart and completely his.

He pulled her panties down and tucked them below her balls. She was dripping and hard for him, and he continued the same slow movements, savoring her heated flesh.

He ran one finger up her cock, watching her shiver. Her hands were clenched into the couch cushions, but she was still looking toward the television.

He spit into his own hand and then started a slow, loose rhythm. Not too fast. Not in any hurry. They still had twenty minutes left in the movie, so he had plenty of time. She started squirming, her chest rapidly rising and falling.

She was so fucking perfect like that. It made him almost dizzy with desire. The way that she was holding so still. Being so perfectly good. He knew that his too-light, too-slow touch must be driving her crazy. He slowed down even further. Finally, she couldn’t help it and thrust against him.

He stopped.

She glared at him. And, God, if he didn’t like that, even more. This defiant, bold sort of submission.

He raised one eyebrow. You want me to stop? he asked lightly.

No. I want you to make me come.

He laughed, as though she were being cute and silly. Which she was, in this weird, beautiful thing that they were creating together. It’s too bad you’re not in charge, then.

He didn’t think he’d ever get tired of watching her shiver when he said that. She was still again so he resumed his slow stroking. But now he added her sides to the mix, dragging his fingers over the shimmery material and clawing down her ribs. Whatever that felt like to her, it nearly doubled the reaction that she’d had to just stroking her cock.

She was straining now, fighting with all of her muscles to stay still. Her mouth was open and gasping and her fingers were practically locked into the cushions. Broken sounds fell from her throat without any semblance of speech.

He sped up just a bit, dug in his fingers a little deeper on her sides. God, she was trying so hard.

He moved a little faster, scratched a little harder. She was just watching him now, desperate and pleading.

He lifted one hand from her side for just a moment. I wonder if I should let you come tonight.

A full shudder wracked her body. Yes, they were definitely going to play with this again. He just fucking hoped that he’d get the chance.

Beg me for it.

Her hand came up to her chest so quickly it almost hit him. Please, please, please, she begged in an endless circle.

He pretended to ponder it, signing while he kept his other hand moving slowly up and down her dick. You’ve been very good this evening. You helped make a delicious dinner. You started the laundry. And you did all of your work and cleaned up when it was time.

God only knew why he found it so arousing to recite that list. All he knew was that she was getting off on it, too.

So, I’m going to let you come. He gave another stroke down her side, then offered magnanimously, you can come whenever you want.

Her face was anguished. I need more!

He gave a little shrug, amused and so fucking turned on when she snarled at him and then went back to grabbing the cushions, almost defiantly. Like she could force him to speed up with the sheer power of her frustration.

Dustin knew that he couldn’t hold back much longer. Making Lena wait was teasing him as much as it was teasing her.

You want more? he finally asked.

He couldn’t hold off any longer. She was just too beautiful. Too defiant and vulnerable and submissive all at once.