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“Not yet, Sophie.”
I shuddered, physically stopping myself from tumbling over a precipice. My toes curled. Calves cramped. I wanted to climax, needed it like I needed air. I supposed I could still come; I was so close that a deliberate arousing thought would tip the scales. But it wouldn’t have been nearly as satisfying as obeying orders and seeing exactly how far he would take this.
“Stand up.”
My clit ached with longing. He wasn’t going to finish me off? A hysterical sob welled in my chest as I got to my feet, but his intent became clear when he said, “Get on your hands and knees in the middle of the bed.”
I did as I was told, breathing hard through my nose. A drop of perspiration trembled on my lip, and my mouth was slightly open to accommodate the balled-up panties inside.
I stayed still on the bed while he went to the nightstand for a condom. I listened, my hearing crazily tuned into his movements, his position in the room. I heard his breathing speed up just a moment before he knelt on the bed behind me. Then his hands fell to my hips, pulling me back. My flesh was swollen and slick, and he rubbed the wide tip of his cock up and down my slit a few times, coating the latex that covered him until it was good and slippery. He nudged my clitoris once, twice, and I tried to push back, but his hand on the small of my back stopped me.
“I’m going to fuck you, Sophie,” he said, pushing against my opening. “And I’m going to let you come.”
I whimpered. I needed my release so badly. Our stolen moment at the office hadn’t been nearly enough to make up for the long, frustrating weekend. When the head of him stretched me, I groaned and pushed back. That only caused him to withdraw entirely.
“But I’m going to take my time.”
My shoulders sagged, and my forehead touched the bed. All I could do was hold perfectly still and hope – praying the most profane prayer possible – that he would just get it over with and make me come already.
He pushed inside halfway, and my breath made a strangled sound in my throat. I took him in with an ease that surprised me, like I had been custom fitted to handle his length, his girth. He slid out, and I clutched at him with my internal muscles. Then, he thrust forward and buried himself in me so deeply I gasped.
“Shall I stop?” He sounded concerned, and I knew he wasn’t teasing, but really inquiring as to my well being. He leaned over my back, still hard inside of me, and reached to pull the panties from my mouth.
“Please, Sir, don’t stop,” I panted, my voice hoarse. My mouth had dried out with the handful of rayon that had been stuffed in it.
“You remember the words?” His anxiety was apparent. I wondered if he’d been with someone who hadn’t used the safe word, or if he just didn’t trust me to remember because of my inexperience.
“Neil, I promise,” I said through gritted teeth. “Please, just fuck me.”
He slapped my ass with a growl.
Neil Elwood growls during sex. There’s a quote for Forbes.
The butterflies in my stomach rioted and my hands fisted in the bedding. I held my breath as he rammed hard into me, then withdrew and slammed in again. One of his hands slid from my hip down to my cleft, seeking out my clit. He stroked me in rough circles and I couldn’t decide whether I wanted to push against his hand or back on his cock. Cold sweat broke out on my flushed skin. I panted in time to his thrusts, until I was practically hyperventilating. The release he’d denied me for so long built up again, and this time it wouldn’t be denied. I raced toward the peak, breathless, unintelligible sounds bursting from my lips.
“Tell me, Sophie. Tell me what you’re feeling.” He grabbed a handful of my hair, pulling my head back.
I didn’t recognize my own desperate, raw voice as I screamed, “I’m coming.” He slammed hard against me, as deep as he could go. My legs shook, my arms trembled with exhaustion. Every millimeter of my skin flared with raw, sexual response. Everything was too much; his hands, his cock, the sweat dripping off my nose, the cramps in my feet as my toes clenched and released rhythmically with my orgasm.
I was vaguely aware of the brush of his tongue across my spine before he groaned, “I love to feel you come. Let’s do it again, shall we?”
Still on fire, still reeling and dizzy from release, I could not escape his touch. He pinched my clitoris and held it, slowly pulled his body back to rock the head of his cock against my g-spot.
