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Fuck.
That nearly took my breath away, but I did as he asked, fanning my fingers out to touch all the sensitive skin there, to place my middle finger on the one spot that would give me the most pleasure. I bit at my lip, not to draw his attention, but because it soothed me a little, the sensation enough to ground me into not exploding yet. I didn’t want to get off too fast, that wouldn’t be as fun.
But he’d asked me to show him, so show him I would.
I circled my finger there, loving how he watched me, how his breathing changed, how he couldn’t look away from what he couldn’t clearly see. His eyes would come up every now and then, to check my flushed face, to look into my eyes, but he didn’t stop me. My hips started to twist as the moment grew near, and I watched as his lips parted, knowing he was about to break.
“Say it, Mandy.” He demanded, his fists clenched at his sides, clearly struggling to stay seated.
I shook my head, refusing to give in, even if I was about to get off in front of him. I would not say those words unless he drug them out of me.
“Stop,” came his next words and I blinked at him.
“What?” I sputtered out, confused.
“Stop.”
“But why?” I didn’t understand, why was he denying me the moment I was so close to.
“Because, I have something better for you to fill your hands with.” He stood up then and my eyes became fascinated with how he tugged at his belt to release it, to pop the button on his jeans.
Okay, I was a little pissed that he wouldn’t let me come, but I’d take this. I love having a man’s dick in my mouth, so I waited, breath held as he pulled himself free of his pants.
My body wanted the release I’d been denied, but it also wanted to ride his dick, so I had to play along. For now.
I took him in my hand as he stood over me, looking down at me, waiting. He had a good length on him, and I could barely close my fingers around him. He wasn’t so big that fucking him would be painful, but I’d definitely get pleasure out of him every time.
His stomach muscles tensed as I began to move my left hand on him, stroking the length of him, to learn how he liked to be touched. A soft grip only brought out a sigh. Stronger, tighter produced a rough groan that made something deep inside of me twinge in acknowledgement. That was how he wanted to be touched, with purpose, with intention. Good. I liked giving it rough too.
I took my time tasting him, following the pace of my hand with slow licks before I enclosed the head of his cock in my mouth. He set the pace after that, plunging into my mouth, through my fist, with the kind of sounds that only made me want his hard flesh inside of me more.
I glanced up to see his head back, his hands holding up his shirt so that he could see me when he looked back down. When he caught my eyes on him, he buried his hands in my hair to hold my head still as he fucked my face. His eyes were so dark now I could barely tell they were green, his mouth clenched in concentration as I sucked the head of his cock harder, deeper into my mouth.
“Mandy,” he breathed my name. “Don’t you dare stop.”
I wouldn’t even if he asked me too. Not now, when I was about to watch him come. I wanted him to fuck me, I wanted him to bend over the arm of the couch and fuck me senseless, but that could wait. He’d just given me the control, whether he realized it or not.
For now, at least.
“You want it, Mandy,” I heard him ask, but my mouth was full. I opened wider, letting that be the answer. “Too bad, I don’t want to get off in your mouth.”
He pulled away, denying even himself the pleasure we both wanted. I tried to pull him back, but he moved away. “Tell me you want me to fuck you.”
I sat back on the couch, pulling the robe back together, refusing to say the words.
“Fine.” He spit out, but he didn’t leave me.
He knelt in front of me, pulled down my shorts, and pulled at my legs to drape them over his shoulders. I gasped, eager for his mouth, but surprised at the sudden movement, at the sudden change.
He hadn’t done his pants back up, but it didn’t matter, not when his tongue spliced my folds and slid over my clit. Not when his lips suctioned around the button until my thighs tensed around his head and my fingernails dug into whatever I could find, the couch one second, his ribs the next.
My hips twisted in the air, dancing in time with his tongue, my body so ready for the way he lapped up my juices in between tugs on my clit. He was fucking with my brain, fucking with my body, and I didn’t care what sounds I made as his lips found that spot on sucked hard.
I gasped, closer than ever before, my nails digging into his flesh in a way that must be painful, but only made him groan. Right there, so close I could feel it, and he wasn’t moving.
But then he did. He pulled his head away, he dropped my legs and leaned over me, little more than a puddle draping down the couch.
“Say it, Mandy,” he demanded, and I simply couldn’t take anymore. I needed to come, I needed to feel him filling me, taking everything that I was.
“Fuck me, Brian.”
“Finally,” he said, just before he turned me over and plunged himself into me.
Fuck, it was so good.
