Total pages in book: 84
Estimated words: 80562 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 403(@200wpm)___ 322(@250wpm)___ 269(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 80562 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 403(@200wpm)___ 322(@250wpm)___ 269(@300wpm)
I occasionally pull away from the kiss to look down, watching her fingers move. She has slipped them inside her panties now, and her wrist is moving in a way that tells me she’s not just rubbing her clit anymore. She’s fingering herself.
I bite my lip as an idea occurs to me. I take her wrist, pulling her hand out of her panties and up between us. She looks a little worried like she thinks she’s done something wrong.
So I smile, meet her gaze, and put her two still-wet fingers in my mouth, sucking her taste off them.
Her whole body tenses at that.
“Are you close?” I ask.
She nods.
“Still trying to make no sound?” I ask. “That’s admirable.”
Caroline actually looks a little worried now.
“You’re not just going to be moaning my name, though. You’re going to come harder than you’ve ever come. You’ll still be feeling it tomorrow.”
I enjoy the look of shock on her face as I lower my face between her legs. I still haven’t taken her panties off, and there’s a dark, wet patch from her arousal already marking the fabric. I hover just inches from her so she can probably feel the heat of my breath, and then I turn my head just slightly to kiss the inside of her thigh.
She lets out a breath, opening her legs wider, practically urging me to kiss her where she wants it.
Not yet, Princess. I reach up, running my hands down the sides of her body and then beneath her, cupping her ass and lifting her hips off the bed. I breathe in deep, then press my lips to her mound, to her hip bone, to the tops of her thighs.
She’s pumping against me, body all but begging now.
I know how close she must be. How long would it take to make her come like this with my mouth? Seconds?
I press my lips to her clit through the fabric of her panties and she shudders, letting out a gasp. To her credit, she still hasn’t made an actual sound beyond increasingly heavy breathing. We’ll see how long that lasts.
I give her about three seconds of contact before I’m too worried she’ll come. Then I pull back, making her wait in what has to be pure agony.
She lifts her head, giving me a confused look.
“Not yet,” I say, smirking. “I think I’d like to hear you ask for it. Nicely. Desperately would do, too.”
Caroline’s nostrils flare. I know her well enough to know I’ve triggered her stubborn nerve. She’s thinking it won’t happen. Even in the middle of all of this, she’s determined to prove me wrong.
Good. That just makes it more fun.
I drive her to the brink again and again, doing my best to pick up on the increasingly obvious cues from her body that she’s on the razor’s edge and could come with one more touch.
I pull her panties down, taking my time running my fingertips up and down her skin before I give her my mouth again.
I bring my mouth close to her clit, lifting my eyes to see she’s holding her breasts and circling one nipple with her thumb, body practically shaking with need.
So fucking hot.
“I’ve decided just one word will do. Please. If you ask nicely, I’ll let you come all over my face. Sound fair?”
Caroline says nothing, so I keep waiting there, determined to win our little game, even as my own body is white-hot with my own need by now. I want nothing more than to be inside her. To feel her walls warm and wet around me. To connect with her again like we used to–body and mind.
Caroline suddenly pulls away from me, sitting up. For a split second, I think I’ve misread the whole situation and pissed her off–that she’s about to tell me to go fuck myself.
And then she blows my mind by taking my shoulders and tugging me to lay on my back. She crawls above me, eyes locked on mine with the most insanely hot look of determination I’ve ever seen.
“What are–” I ask. A moment ago, I was completely in control. Now…
Holy shit.
Caroline straddles me, reaches between us and grips me, and then teases herself with the tip of my cock against her wet folds.
I groan in unison with her. I think she’s about to sit down on me–to give all of herself to me. Finally.
Instead, something devious flickers in her eyes.
I stare back at her, not understanding at first. Then my eyebrows raise. “You have to be fucking kidding me,” I say, half-laughing.
Caroline gives the smallest of shrugs, still poised there, perfect in her nudity, as she hovers above me with my dick in her hand. She has it poised and pressed to her entrance, but she’s not going to let me fuck her until I ask nicely, is she?