piercings.”
“Later,” she said, rubbing against his face again while gripping him tightly.
He tipped his head back, and she couldn’t resist licking and nibbling at his throat. Getting more frantic, he arched his hips into her touch but she could tell he wasn’t anywhere close to coming.
Time to amp things up even more.
She dropped to her knees.
His head tilted down, eyes narrowed, and he watched as she teasingly traced his waistband with her fingertips.
“Do you want to come?”
“I want you,” he said.
Those three words dripped with such yearning that she almost caved. Almost told him to take whatever he needed. She wouldn’t care if she came or not. It would feel so good to hold him. To feel him slide inside her.
“I want to see your tattoo and your piercings. I want to see where else you’re pierced. I want to feel your nipple piercings against my tongue even as I fuck you. But this isn’t about what I want. I’m yours to control, remember? For my pleasure. For yours. You want to suck my dick? Suck it. But only because it will make you hot.”
She was already hotter than blue blazes yet she knew sucking him off would indeed make her hotter. She wanted to feel him against her core even more. She ached so badly. And he’d said he’d give her anything she wanted. No, he’d implied she could take it.
Without conscious thought, she straddled him, resting her hands on his shoulders. Swiftly, she began grinding down on him, their thin clothes barely any protection against the delicious friction that sent ripples of electric sensation zipping through her veins. She was sure he could feel how wet she was, and how much wetter she became with each second that passed. She could barely resist tearing their clothes off and shoving him inside her. But that would require breaking contact with him, and right now… right now…
Their breaths soughed together, loud and erratic. His deep groans mingled with her high cries of excitement. He gave her the illusion of control, not touching her, but the piercing intensity of his gaze kept her trapped as surely as the feel of his body did.
She closed her eyes, focusing on the rise of pleasure inside her. She could feel it building and building and building. But at some point, it faltered and she almost cried out in despair.
“You gonna come, baby?” he asked, causing her eyes to pop open. “You going to get what you need like this? Cause this is all for you.”
His heated words of encouragement made her body tighten and desire surged through her again. Her movements grew almost frantic as she sought release.
But it remained outside her grasp.
It wasn’t going to happen. No matter how badly she wanted it, no matter how determined she’d been to make him hot and take control of her own sexuality, she was going to fail again.
With a small whimper, she stopped moving and collapsed into him, burying her face in his neck. Her fingers clung tightly to his T-shirt as frustration thrummed through her. Immediately, he wrapped his arms around her, one hand cupping the back of her neck while the other rubbed soothing circles on her back.
She was so frustrated and embarrassed that she wanted to cry, but somehow she managed not to. Minutes passed. Eventually, she tried to pull away, but he stopped her.
She refused to look at him, instead staring at the floor. All she could think about was escaping his intense gaze. If she’d only stuck with her plan, directing and controlling his pleasure, she wouldn’t have to deal with having another talk about her sexual defects. Maybe it wasn’t too late…
She tried to slip away again, this time to return to where she’d been before, on her knees. His arms tightened, refusing to let her go.
“Look at me, Grace.”
With a sigh, she did.
“It’s okay…”
She laughed harshly. “Nothin’ about this is okay.”
He shook her slightly. “There’s nothing wrong with you.”
“How can you say that? I was into it. What
“Later,” she said, rubbing against his face again while gripping him tightly.
He tipped his head back, and she couldn’t resist licking and nibbling at his throat. Getting more frantic, he arched his hips into her touch but she could tell he wasn’t anywhere close to coming.
Time to amp things up even more.
She dropped to her knees.
His head tilted down, eyes narrowed, and he watched as she teasingly traced his waistband with her fingertips.
“Do you want to come?”
“I want you,” he said.
Those three words dripped with such yearning that she almost caved. Almost told him to take whatever he needed. She wouldn’t care if she came or not. It would feel so good to hold him. To feel him slide inside her.
“I want to see your tattoo and your piercings. I want to see where else you’re pierced. I want to feel your nipple piercings against my tongue even as I fuck you. But this isn’t about what I want. I’m yours to control, remember? For my pleasure. For yours. You want to suck my dick? Suck it. But only because it will make you hot.”
She was already hotter than blue blazes yet she knew sucking him off would indeed make her hotter. She wanted to feel him against her core even more. She ached so badly. And he’d said he’d give her anything she wanted. No, he’d implied she could take it.
Without conscious thought, she straddled him, resting her hands on his shoulders. Swiftly, she began grinding down on him, their thin clothes barely any protection against the delicious friction that sent ripples of electric sensation zipping through her veins. She was sure he could feel how wet she was, and how much wetter she became with each second that passed. She could barely resist tearing their clothes off and shoving him inside her. But that would require breaking contact with him, and right now… right now…
Their breaths soughed together, loud and erratic. His deep groans mingled with her high cries of excitement. He gave her the illusion of control, not touching her, but the piercing intensity of his gaze kept her trapped as surely as the feel of his body did.
She closed her eyes, focusing on the rise of pleasure inside her. She could feel it building and building and building. But at some point, it faltered and she almost cried out in despair.
“You gonna come, baby?” he asked, causing her eyes to pop open. “You going to get what you need like this? Cause this is all for you.”
His heated words of encouragement made her body tighten and desire surged through her again. Her movements grew almost frantic as she sought release.
But it remained outside her grasp.
It wasn’t going to happen. No matter how badly she wanted it, no matter how determined she’d been to make him hot and take control of her own sexuality, she was going to fail again.
With a small whimper, she stopped moving and collapsed into him, burying her face in his neck. Her fingers clung tightly to his T-shirt as frustration thrummed through her. Immediately, he wrapped his arms around her, one hand cupping the back of her neck while the other rubbed soothing circles on her back.
She was so frustrated and embarrassed that she wanted to cry, but somehow she managed not to. Minutes passed. Eventually, she tried to pull away, but he stopped her.
She refused to look at him, instead staring at the floor. All she could think about was escaping his intense gaze. If she’d only stuck with her plan, directing and controlling his pleasure, she wouldn’t have to deal with having another talk about her sexual defects. Maybe it wasn’t too late…
She tried to slip away again, this time to return to where she’d been before, on her knees. His arms tightened, refusing to let her go.
“Look at me, Grace.”
With a sigh, she did.
“It’s okay…”
She laughed harshly. “Nothin’ about this is okay.”
He shook her slightly. “There’s nothing wrong with you.”
“How can you say that? I was into it. What
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