19. Chapter 19 #2
I’m desperate, gripping her thighs before reaching down to grasp my aching cock. I need something to ease the pressure, some touch, and if it has to be my own then so be it.
“Don’t do it,” she orders.
I whimper, out of my mind with need. “Please.”
“You don’t get to touch yourself. That dick is mine. And you don’t get to come until I climb on top of you and slide that cock inside my pussy. So you can feel how hard you made me come.” Her body shudders again.
I shift restlessly as she lifts her hips, giving me a little breathing space, but all it does is expose her pussy to me. It’s pink, dripping, and gorgeous. I’ve never seen anything as beautiful in my life as the evidence of the pleasure she took from me.
“You were a really good boy, making me come like that. I think it’s time you got your reward. Do you have condoms?”
I do, but where? My brain is foggy, and I can’t remember where I put them after I moved back home. “Umm.”
She clucks her tongue. “You should have been ready for me.”
I shut my eyes even though it almost hurts not to be looking at her, but I need to remember. “The bathroom.”
She slides off of me, and while I’m dying to be inside her, I miss her pussy already.
When I try to get up, she places a hand on my shoulder to hold me down.
“I’ll get them. Where are they?”
“Medicine cabinet.”
“Okay. I’ll get them, but next time you better be prepared, or I won’t let you come.”
I’ve never been like this, but she’s turned me into a whimpering, desperate mess, and I fucking love it.
Every move she makes as she walks to the bathroom is smooth and graceful, even after she came so hard on my face. A warm pride fills me. I did that. I made her come.
My hand creeps toward my dick again at the sight of her. Her back is long and lean, pale gold skin, a gentle curve to her waist, and her legs are long and smooth. She’s almost glowing in the evening light shining through the window.
“Don’t even think about touching yourself,” she warns without even turning around. How did she know? I reach back to grab the headboard, needing something solid to hold on to. It’s the only way I can avoid the temptation of trying to ease some of my pain.
When she gets back, carrying the box of condoms, her gaze runs the length of me from my toes all the way up to my face, taking her time as she looks me over. I can almost feel the heat of her eyes on me. Then she locks on to my white knuckles gripping the headboard.
“I like that. Keep holding on.”
“But I want to touch you.”
“Maybe next time You shouldn’t have touched me earlier without permission.”
Next time. That’s a promise I can live with. “I’m sorry.”
“It’s okay, but don’t let it happen again.” She pulls out a condom, tossing the rest of the box onto my bedside table, and tears the little foil packet open with her teeth.
My back arches toward her, and then she’s there, her delicate fingers giving me one single stroke before she rolls the latex down my length. Every part of me is on fire, burning for her. I gasp.
I feel like I can breathe again when she settles herself over me until I’m nudging her entrance. My dick jumps, along with my hips. She slowly lowers herself onto me, my length sliding into her with ease. The heat flares into an inferno and I take a shuddering breath.
“You’re so big, you feel so good.” She flings her head back and her tits jut forward, tempting me.
She sinks down until I’m buried so deep all I can feel is her warm heat surrounding me. I’ve been dreaming about this moment, but it’s so much better than I thought it would be.
Her hips start to rock slowly as she takes me in and out, using me for her own pleasure, but this time I’m getting my own reward. She reaches down between her legs to rub her clit, moving faster and faster until she hits a frantic rhythm.
I’m nothing but a set of exposed nerves, the tingle in my back building to the point I know I’m going to explode.
“Aura, I’m going to come.”
She moans, head thrown back as she touches herself. “Not yet. Hold it.”
“I can’t.” It’s too much, I can’t hold it in any longer. I’m breathing so hard I think I’m going to pass out. My head is fuzzy and I can feel it coming. It takes everything in me to keep it in.
And then she arches her back. “Now,” she cries out as she comes a second time.
And that’s all it takes. As her channel spasms around me, I let go, the built-up pleasure exploding out of me. My body goes rigid and my vision fuzzy as I come harder than I ever have. My dick pulses again and again as I shatter beneath her. I shudder, feeling like my soul has escaped my body.
When the spasms finally ease, I fall back, wincing as she lifts herself off me, collapsing under the crook of my arm. Her hair is damp on my shoulder, one leg tossed over mine.
“Fuck, I…” My barely conscious brain stops me before I say the words. The ones I’m desperate to say, that I know she doesn’t want to hear.
I’m spent. Her hand strokes my chest lazily, like I’m her pet.
The moment is almost perfect. I wrap an arm around her, hugging her close because it’s the closest she’s let me get to her. I want more. I want everything with her, but I’ll settle for this quiet intimacy.
For now.