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He can see how wet I am. He keeps barely touching me, and I’m arching my hips toward him despite how much I’m trying to hold back. "Yes," I say, pulling his hair back so I can look into his eyes when I speak. "I want to feel your tongue on me."
He smiles. He slides the tips of his fingers into the waistband of my panties, his breath hot against my skin. But he’s still not kissing me, and I really want his tongue on me, and he’s making this impossibly hard. I don’t know how long he intends to tease me for, but I don’t know how much longer I can take it.
This is brutal.
I pull his head back so I can look into his eyes. "Do you want me to beg, or do you want me to make you?"
His eyes shine. I can see how much he wants me. "You don’t have to do either of those," he says, pushing me softly on the bed. "All you ever have to do is ask."
He presses his lips against the inside of my legs again, kissing up the inside of my legs until he bites into the fabric of my panties. His fingers are still hooked into the waistband, but I’m completely aware that he intends to slide them down my body with his teeth. He’s doing it softly, making sure I can feel the sharp edge of his teeth as he’s about to bite into me.
Fuck me.
This manistrying to kill me.
He finally—finally—stops at my knees. I can feel the fabric of my panties softly pressing into my calves, but there isn’t much time to think about that because his face is between my legs and his tongue is swirling over my clit. He’s not shy anymore. He knows how much I want him and he’s an expert at this, his tongue lashing me until I’m panting, and my fingers are digging into the sheet under me.
He keeps pushing me closer to the edge, until everything in my body is screaming for release. My toes curl at the way he flattens his tongue against my clit, until I pull his face away from me.
"Are you going to fuck me?" I ask. I sound really needy, which seems to be exactly what he wanted, because he meets my gaze and licks his glistening lips. He pushes his glasses up his face. I’m not sure how he manages to do this, but he’s on the bed, crawling toward me, his face hovering only inches above mine in less than a minute.
He presses a kiss against my lips. I can taste myself on him, and he exhales against my mouth as he flattens my hair against my forehead. "You’re amazing," he says, even though I haven’t done anything at all, and it seems to me like he meant every single word coming out of his mouth. He bites down on my lower lip softly, until he pulls away from me so he can breathe out. "What do you want, Trine?"
I open my eyes wide so I can look into his face. "I want you to fuck me," I say, my breath trembling when I speak.
He laughs under his breath. "Okay," he says. "If you really want me to."
"I really want you to," I say.
He hovers over me for a second, dipping down to plant a sweet kiss on my lips. I can feel his hard cock pressing against me, and I’m almost naked and practically begging for him to fuck me, so it’s cruel for him to make me wait.
Especially because he keeps pressing his erection against me and he’s still wearing pants. "I have condoms in my bag," he says.
I wrap my legs around him instinctively and I look right into his eyes as I do. "I don’t need you to wear one," I say. "I want you to fuck me right now. I’m—"
About to explain that I’m on birth control, and I’ve been recently tested, and that he doesn’t need to worry, but he doesn’t seem to care about any of that because my hand slides desperately down his stomach until he’s helping me undo the buttons of his pants. He’s so agile, he moves so quickly and gracefully, I’m surprised he’s undressed as quickly as he is.
"Are you ready for me?" he asks.
He doesn’t have to ask; I amdefinitelyready for him. I grab his rock hard cock—clumsily, because it’s difficult in this position—and align him with me. He kisses me softly on the mouth as he pushes his cock into me, just a little at first, and he stops kissing me for a second to moan under his breath.
"Fuck. You feel so good," he says.
My legs tighten around him, because I want him to spear me with his dick, but he’s too strong for me.
"Be patient," he says softly, practically choking on his own words, and I think I might come even though he’s barely inside me. "I promise it’ll be worth it."
"Please," I say, opening my eyes. "Please fuck me."
He puts his hands on each side of my head, and he pushes himself completely inside of me as he looks into my eyes. He continues looking right at me as he thrusts into me and I move under him, moaning as he fills me over and over again, never once looking away from my face. He’as so intense and magnetic, it’s hard for me to do anything but stare back at him.
"What?" I ask breathlessly.
"You’re so beautiful," he says. "Watching your face contort while I fuck you is my favorite thing."
I moan, throwing my head back, and he starts to go faster, pushing me closer to an orgasm. Pleasure builds from the core of my body to the tips of my fingers, tiny bursts of pleasure exploding under my skin like fireworks. For the first time since I’ve met him, it sounds like he’s losing control, his voice deep and masculine as he fucks me harder, faster, until I can feel my pussy clenching around him, and I’m throwing my head back and I feel like I’m choking on my own breath.
"Will you come for me?" he asks, his hands suddenly holding mine over my head, and I open my eyes so I can look right at him and nod, even though I don’t know how I’m going to do that again.
