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“Still good?” I ask her.
“Yes,” she replies, untangling herself from me. She slides a fingertip up the tattoo on my arm, until she reaches my throat and rests it against my pulse. “Just savoring this.”
“I have something else you can savor.”
“Cute,” she says. I put my hands on her shoulders and press down on them so that she kneels on the floor. I knot my fingers in her hair so I can guide her head up. I want her to look into my eyes as she wets her lips, her brown eyes glimmering.
She continues to look into my eyes as she puts her hands on my legs, then smiles as she presses her lips to my erection. She moves her fingers up toward my hard cock, circling her slim fingers around me and breathing hard against it. She opens her mouth and swirls her tongue over the head of my cock, her fingers stroking me as she widens her mouth to take me in.
She flattens her tongue against the sensitive tip and my hold on her tightens. I’m letting her set the pace, which is practically torture, since she’s going far too slowly. I made her wait for a while–at least from her perspective–and she’s obviously trying to get back at me.
She swirls her tongue around the head of my cock, sending a shiver down my spine as she does. She does this over and over again, making my legs tremble, her brown eyes glued to mine.
Trine barely blinks while she’s doing this. She might be on her knees, but I’m quite aware that she has all the power here. She moves her hand up and down over my erection, her mouth perfectly hot and wet as she works her head over my cock, my fingers still speared in her hair.
She speeds up and I can hear the sounds of choking from the back of her throat. Her breath is shaky as she pulls away from me, her eyes glossy. “Okay,” she says. “You’re ready now.”
“Ready for what?”
She walks to a rolling chair and pushes it toward me. “For this,” she says. I stop the chair when it gets to me. “Now sit.”
I’m happy to do what she tells me. She approaches me slowly, prowling like she’s a cat and I’m her prey. I think she’s going to drop to her knees again, but she doesn’t. She stands in front of me, sliding her shorts down her shapely legs. I let my gaze slide in between her thighs, to the wetness coloring her pink panties.
Fuck, I don’t know if I can just sit here and do nothing.
I reach out for her but she shakes her head. “If you don’t behave, I’m going to have to tie you up. Do you want me to tie you up?”
“Am I supposed to say no?” I ask her. “Because I absolutely want you to tie me up.”
“Next time,” she says. She slides out of her underwear, stepping out of them as she approaches me. Her hands go to my shoulders so she can steady herself, and soon she sits astride me, straddling my lap. She leans down close to me and speaks quietly into my ear. “Or do you want me to stop this now just so I can find a way to do that?”
“No,” I reply, my hands on her waist. “I don’t want you to go anywhere.”
“Don’t tempt me, then.”
“What kind of demon would I be if I didn’t tempt you?” I ask her.
Before she can answer, I press my lips against hers and she opens her mouth to let me in.
Our tongues war against each other in her mouth as she slowly positions herself so she can slide down my length. She straddles me, easing herself down slowly, stretching and melting around me as she throws her head back and moans my name under her breath.
She’s fucking delicious.
My heart beats quicker as she speeds up. Her body welcomes me with every movement of her hips, my teeth raking along her pulse as she bounces on me. Every thrust takes me closer to the edge, her muscles stretching to accommodate me as she holds me in her grip. All I can think about is how this feels, how I’m a slave to her desires and impulses, how the friction between us and the way her skin feels hot and wet against mine is as she moves faster, faster, now looking right at me as she does.
She presses her forehead against mine, bearing down on me, her straddle taking me in even deeper. “Fuck,” she says, her voice trembling. “Fuck, you feel sofuckinggood…”
I groan, suddenly unable to form any words, and she speeds up even more. I could hold her down if I wanted to, but I don’t. She wants this now and she can claim whatever pleasure she wants from me, whenever she wants it. As far as I’m concerned, that is her right.
“I’m going to come,” she says, her voice coated with desire, her eyes glazed over with lust. “Are you close?”
I can barely resist the urge to laugh. “Barely holding on,” I say.
She kisses me on the lips again, a hard, desperate kiss before she starts moving her hips again. “Will you come inside me, Mal?” she asks, but it’s not really aquestion.
I can’t resist what she’s doing, especially when her tongue wars with mine and her body shudders with pleasure as she takes me to the hilt, her body slamming against mine. I can feel her orgasm before mine happens and her fingers curl around my shoulders hard enough to leave marks, eliciting my own release, pleasure spreading all over my body as heat and warmth make my muscles shudder until we’re both spent, dirty, and holding each other close.
She gasps against me as she catches her breath. I don’t know if she wants to get up, but I don’t want her to, and my arms are still wrapped around her waist, holding her close.
