23. Isabelle #2
Julian's hands move to his belt, unbuckling it with deliberate slowness.
He unbuttons his jeans, slides the zipper down, and then pushes them down his hips along with his underwear.
He kicks them aside and crawls closer, completely naked now, his erection obvious and impossible to ignore.
It hangs stiffly below him, nearly brushing his abdomen with how aroused he is, and I see the glisten of pre-cum as it leaks down his shaft.
I realize, with a bolt of arousal, that this is turning him on even more than he already was.
Some part of him is enjoying being made to grovel for me.
The sight of him like this—vulnerable and exposed and completely at my mercy—sends heat flooding through me. This is power. This is control. This is everything I've been denied all my life, and it's right here in front of me, gorgeous and seductive.
"Is this good enough?" he asks, his voice rough with desire.
"Almost." I move to the edge of the bed and sit down, spreading my legs slightly. "Come here. On your knees."
Julian crawls to me, positioning himself between my thighs, his hands resting on the floor on either side of my legs. He's close enough that I can feel the heat radiating off his body, the tension coiling through him like a spring wound too tight.
"You're going to make me come," I tell him, my voice steady despite the arousal thrumming through me. "With your mouth. And the only way you get to come is if you can do it without touching yourself. If I get bored before you finish, too bad."
His eyes darken, his jaw tightening. "Those are the rules?"
"Those are the rules." I slide my shirt off, watching his eyes linger on my breasts, and then reach down and start unbuttoning my jeans, sliding them down my hips along with my underwear. "Do you understand?"
"Yes." The word comes out rough and strained.
"Then show me how sorry you are."
Julian's hands move to my thighs, spreading them wider, and then his mouth is on me.
I gasp at the sensation. He's not gentle, not tentative—he's devouring me like a man starving, his tongue working against my clit desperately, like he's begging me to forgive him in exactly the language I asked him to.
I thread my fingers through his hair, controlling the angle, the pressure, the pace, gripping his hair hard enough to hurt as the pleasure builds.
He lets me guide him, lets me use his mouth for my pleasure, and the power of it makes my head spin.
This is what I needed. This is what I've been craving since the moment everything fell apart between us.
Control, power. The ability to take what I want without apology or hesitation. To have him at my mercy the way he had me at his.
Julian's tongue circles my clit, then flattens against it, making my hips jerk.
I can feel the tension building in my core, heat spreading through my body like wildfire.
His hands grip my thighs, holding me steady as I start to move against his face, riding his mouth with increasing urgency.
I look down and see him watching me, his eyes dark and hungry, and I can see his body responding to what I'm doing to him.
His hips move slightly, unconsciously, and I know he's struggling not to touch himself. Not to break the rules I've set.
"Don't you dare," I warn him, my voice breathless. "Keep your hands where they are."
He makes a sound against me—half groan, half growl—and his fingers dig into my thighs hard enough to bruise. But he doesn't move his hands toward his erection, doesn't break the rules, and the control it's taking him makes me even wetter.
I'm close now, the tension coiling tighter and tighter in my core. But I'm not ready to let go yet. I'm not ready to give him the satisfaction of making me come so quickly. So I pull back, my fingers tightening in his hair, denying us both. "Not yet," I breathe.
Julian makes a frustrated sound, his eyes flashing up at me, wild and desperate. "Isabelle—"
"I said not yet." I release his hair and lean back on my hands, spreading my legs wider. "Keep going. And don't stop until I tell you to."
He dives back in with renewed intensity, his tongue working against me hungrily.
I can feel the desperation in his movements, the need to make me come, to prove himself, to earn his own release.
It's intoxicating, this power I have over him.
This ability to control his pleasure, his pace, his orgasm.
I let him work me higher and higher, feeling the tension building to an almost unbearable peak. My thighs are shaking, my breath coming in short gasps, and I know I'm close to breaking. But I hold on, drawing it out, making him work for it.
And then, the orgasm crashes over me like a wave, intense and overwhelming, and absolutely devastating.
I cry out, my hips jerking against his face, my fingers digging into the bedspread as pleasure floods through every nerve.
Julian doesn't stop or let up, working me through it until I'm gasping and pushing him away, too sensitive to take any more.
I collapse back on the bed, my chest heaving, my body still trembling with aftershocks.
For a moment, I just lie there, trying to catch my breath.
Then I push myself up on my elbows and look down at Julian, still kneeling between my legs, his face flushed and his breathing ragged.
His hands are clenched into fists, his knuckles white with the effort of not touching himself.
I can see his erection, throbbing and slick, dripping, and I'm not sure if he came or if he's still holding on by sheer force of will.
"Did you—" I start to ask.
"No." The word comes out strangled. "I didn't. I followed your rules."
The admission sends a fresh wave of heat through me. He respected the boundaries I set, even when every cell in his body was screaming at him to break them.
"Good," I say, my voice still breathless. "That's very good."
He looks at me, pleading, and a smile crawls over my lips.
"I said, not unless you can come without touching yourself.
So go ahead. Try again." I spread my thighs, pushing myself up on my elbows and letting him see me, swollen and wet from arousal and my orgasm.
His cock jerks, fresh pre-cum spilling down the shaft, and his hands flex as a moan spills from his lips.
"Eat me out, Julian, and don't touch your cock until you come while your mouth is on me. "