stoking the fire in my pussy.
“More,” I whimpered.
He looked deep into my eyes as he tugged my shorts off of me and cast them aside. Without breaking eye contact, he extended one long, scarred finger and laid it on my slick opening.
“I want you to come for me,” he commanded.
“Teach me how,” I said back. I knew he would.
The pad of his thumb began to work tender circles on my clit. His middle finger stayed hovering above my pussy. I bucked my hips into it, but he danced away, not yet filling me up the way my body demanded.
I felt so hollow. Blaze’s touch inside me was what I needed to be full.
I let loose another wordless moan into the twilight. His thumb moved faster. I pushed my hips hard against his hand, but again he pulled back. His eyes twinkled. He knew he was teasing me. I didn’t think I could handle waiting another second.
“Beg for it,” he told me.
I didn’t hesitate a moment before I pleaded, “Blaze, please. Make me come.”
That was all he needed to hear. The finger he had been holding back from me slid in, eliciting a loud, involuntary gasp. I’d touched myself before, but only rarely, and it had never felt like this. I felt completely at his mercy, but there was a wide open freedom in being powerless to resist.
I bit into his shoulder as he pulled in and out, in and out, panting louder and louder as he pushed, turned, twisted, and withdrew. The winding pressure on my clit was steadily pushing me towards the brink of a torrential orgasm like I’d never experienced before. I was almost, almost, almost there…
And then he stopped.
I wanted to cry. My hands seized his shoulders in desperation.
“Please, I want so badly to come for you,” I moaned. “Please let me.”
He shook his head. “No, not yet.”
“Why not? Please, Blaze, it feels so good to have your fingers inside me,” I said again. I hardly knew who was speaking through my voice. Had this always been tucked away in me, just waiting for the right man to break down the barriers I placed on myself and let it loose?
“No,” he said firmly. “When you come for the first time with me, I want you to be riding my dick, so that you’ll always remember you’re mine now.”
His words took down the last of the resistance I had in me. He was right. I wanted to pull his cock inside me and feel myself clamp down on it while I came. I wanted that right here and right now, on this empty Mexican beach, so secluded that I could scream his name at the top of my lungs.
“But you have to earn that,” he told me.
I knew what he wanted. He rolled over in the sand, threw off his shirt, and pulled me on top of him. I laid tiny kisses down his neck and chest, letting my mouth trail down towards his jeans. I took one hand and stroked lightly on the outline of his dick.
“Fuck, that feels good,” he murmured.
I tugged off his belt and unbuttoned his jeans. The tick of the zipper as it passed each tooth felt like the clank of a roller coaster as it pushed to the top to begin its hurtling ride. I felt the same budding anticipation deep in my hips.
I pulled his jeans down far enough that his dick sprang to life, already hard and glistening at the tip with a drop of pre-come. I let my hands wrap around his girth. He was the perfect size to fit in the grasp of my two hands. The first slow pump brought a sigh of pleasure from his lips.
I lashed my tongue against his head. My mouth encircled him and brought him in. The wetness of my eager mouth made it easy to bob up and down on his cock, from top to bottom, slowly and exquisitely. I cupped his balls with one hand and massaged gently as I sucked him. He twitched occasionally as I licked down the length. I wanted to make him feel the same pleasure I was feeling, to let him know how badly I wanted him.
“I can’t take waiting anymore,” he growled after a few moments of
“More,” I whimpered.
He looked deep into my eyes as he tugged my shorts off of me and cast them aside. Without breaking eye contact, he extended one long, scarred finger and laid it on my slick opening.
“I want you to come for me,” he commanded.
“Teach me how,” I said back. I knew he would.
The pad of his thumb began to work tender circles on my clit. His middle finger stayed hovering above my pussy. I bucked my hips into it, but he danced away, not yet filling me up the way my body demanded.
I felt so hollow. Blaze’s touch inside me was what I needed to be full.
I let loose another wordless moan into the twilight. His thumb moved faster. I pushed my hips hard against his hand, but again he pulled back. His eyes twinkled. He knew he was teasing me. I didn’t think I could handle waiting another second.
“Beg for it,” he told me.
I didn’t hesitate a moment before I pleaded, “Blaze, please. Make me come.”
That was all he needed to hear. The finger he had been holding back from me slid in, eliciting a loud, involuntary gasp. I’d touched myself before, but only rarely, and it had never felt like this. I felt completely at his mercy, but there was a wide open freedom in being powerless to resist.
I bit into his shoulder as he pulled in and out, in and out, panting louder and louder as he pushed, turned, twisted, and withdrew. The winding pressure on my clit was steadily pushing me towards the brink of a torrential orgasm like I’d never experienced before. I was almost, almost, almost there…
And then he stopped.
I wanted to cry. My hands seized his shoulders in desperation.
“Please, I want so badly to come for you,” I moaned. “Please let me.”
He shook his head. “No, not yet.”
“Why not? Please, Blaze, it feels so good to have your fingers inside me,” I said again. I hardly knew who was speaking through my voice. Had this always been tucked away in me, just waiting for the right man to break down the barriers I placed on myself and let it loose?
“No,” he said firmly. “When you come for the first time with me, I want you to be riding my dick, so that you’ll always remember you’re mine now.”
His words took down the last of the resistance I had in me. He was right. I wanted to pull his cock inside me and feel myself clamp down on it while I came. I wanted that right here and right now, on this empty Mexican beach, so secluded that I could scream his name at the top of my lungs.
“But you have to earn that,” he told me.
I knew what he wanted. He rolled over in the sand, threw off his shirt, and pulled me on top of him. I laid tiny kisses down his neck and chest, letting my mouth trail down towards his jeans. I took one hand and stroked lightly on the outline of his dick.
“Fuck, that feels good,” he murmured.
I tugged off his belt and unbuttoned his jeans. The tick of the zipper as it passed each tooth felt like the clank of a roller coaster as it pushed to the top to begin its hurtling ride. I felt the same budding anticipation deep in my hips.
I pulled his jeans down far enough that his dick sprang to life, already hard and glistening at the tip with a drop of pre-come. I let my hands wrap around his girth. He was the perfect size to fit in the grasp of my two hands. The first slow pump brought a sigh of pleasure from his lips.
I lashed my tongue against his head. My mouth encircled him and brought him in. The wetness of my eager mouth made it easy to bob up and down on his cock, from top to bottom, slowly and exquisitely. I cupped his balls with one hand and massaged gently as I sucked him. He twitched occasionally as I licked down the length. I wanted to make him feel the same pleasure I was feeling, to let him know how badly I wanted him.
“I can’t take waiting anymore,” he growled after a few moments of
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