Chapter 14 #2
“Accepting help from people isn’t easy for me,” she says softly, “nobody came to help me after my parents passed away. I’m used to being on my own and I like being independent. But, if I were to agree, how would you want to help me?”
“I don’t know, but there’s got to be a way that I can. I could lend you money for the medical bills, or pay your rent? Shit, you could stay with me at the clubhouse, my room is practically the same size as your apartment anyway.”
I realize once the words are out of my mouth that I basically just asked her to move in with me, and I’m very aware that she isn’t responding.
Shit.
When we reach her apartment, I pull into the parking lot and come to a stop in my usual space.
“I’m not really sure what to say…” she says, looking at me nervously .
“I know, that was a lot, I’m sorry.” I rub my hand down my face.
“It’s not a no,” she says softly, “but it’s not a yes either… yet.”
“Okay. Maybe we can talk about this again in a couple of months?”
“Yeah, is that okay?”
I nod. “Yeah, I can live with that.”
Once we get into her apartment and she’s locked the door, something about her demeanor changes.
“You know you’re not the boss of me, right?”
“What?” I ask, unsure of what’s happening.
“You know you’re not the only one in charge here.”
“Um… Okay?”
She grabs my shirt and pushes me back towards the bed.
“I know you like to treat me like your perfect little princess,” she says, slowly unbuttoning my shirt. “And you like it when I’m a good girl for you, doing exactly what you tell me, when you tell me to. But I’m my own woman, I’m independent.”
She throws my shirt to the floor and takes a step back from me.
“Lie down on the bed,” she demands.
My mouth drops open, hearing her take control like this is such a fucking turn on. We haven’t had sex all week and I’ve been dying to touch her. I reach my hands out, but she bats them away.
“I said, lie down on the bed. ”
I lie on my back but raise myself slightly on my elbows so I can still see her.
“There’s nothing for you to see here,” she smirks.
I lower myself down so I’m staring up at the ceiling. My cock strains against my boxers, pressing into my jeans. I’m tempted to free myself, but I’m getting the impression she won’t appreciate me using my initiative right now.
The rustle of her clothes lets me know she’s undressing, and it’s not long before I feel the mattress move near my feet as she slowly crawls up my body without touching me anywhere. She’s on her hands and knees above me, our faces in line.
“Look at you,” she says, her voice smooth and sexy, “being such a good boy for me.”
I move my hands to her hips, still desperate to touch her.
“Uh uh, if you touch me, I stop.”
I yank my hands back down to my sides, not wanting her to stop before she’s even begun.
“Now, here’s what’s going to happen. I’m going to sit on your pretty little face and ride you until I come. You will not touch me until I give you permission. Do you understand?”
“Sure thing, princess.”
I nod eagerly, wishing I sounded sexier instead of like an excited teenager about to get his dick wet for the first time.
“No. I’m not your princess right now. A princess is someone you take care of; someone you look after.” She grips my jaw, holding my head still. “Do I look like someone who needs looking after?”
With the way she’s holding me, I can’t speak, so I try to shake my head as best I can.
“That’s what I thought,” she says, moving further up my body until she’s straddling my chest .
She breaks character for a moment and whispers, “Tap three times if you want me to stop.”
With her knees either side of my head, she lowers herself onto my face and slowly glides her pussy over my mouth.
The first time I went down on her felt incredible, I loved exploring her with my mouth and tongue.
I already knew certain things she liked from using my hands, but I could do so much more using my mouth as well.
And the way she tasted, holy shit, I knew it was good from when I’d tasted her on my fingers, but being down there, being able to lap up every drop…
amazing. Every time I’ve eaten her pussy since, I think I’ve gotten better at it, my confidence growing, but this is the first time she’s sat on my face.
And Jesus fucking Christ it’s hot.
Not being allowed to touch her means I can only use my mouth and tongue; she’s in complete control when it comes to the pressure and how much of her I can access.
But I’m devouring her like a man starved, running my tongue over her lips and clit, then when she lowers herself onto me, humming and moaning to give her vibrations, before sucking her clit for as long as I can until she pulls away.
And the view… looking up at her as she moans and grips the headboard, her face full of pleasure and her gorgeous tits right above me; I could blow my load just from watching her.
It’s taking everything in me not to reach up and play with her nipples, wanting to add to her pleasure, but the last thing I want her to do is stop.
Tap three times if you want me to stop… she’s got to be fucking kidding, I’ve never tapped out in my life, and I don’t intend to start now.
I let her ride my face for as long as she needs, until I feel her body tremble above me.
Sensing she’s close, I keep my rhythm and movements going, knowing that she needs consistency.
Just as she comes, she brings her hands down onto my head, holding me still as she thrusts and shudders against my face, letting me taste her and feel how her body responds to me.
Fuck. I could stay here forever.
She collapses next to me, blissed out and gorgeous, her skin flush from her orgasm. I stare at her intently, wondering if I can touch her yet or not.
“Are you okay?” she asks, “That wasn’t too much was it?”
“Not at all. I’m just waiting for you to give me permission to touch you.”
She laughs. “Shit, sorry, I forgot all about that, of course you can; honestly you could have touched me during, like I’d have actually stopped.”
“Great, now you tell me,” I chuckle, pulling her to me and kissing her, running my hands everywhere I’ve just been denied. “We’re gonna have to do that again so I can touch you as well.”
“Fine by me,” she murmurs, rolling over to straddle me again.