When I'm With You Part III by Beth Kery Page A

when she tried to take him deeper. She whimpered, and he grimaced at the erotic sensation vibrating along his shaft.
    He had given in to his desire for her, but she would
not
rule him in this. “I will control the movements until I say otherwise. Do you understand?”
    Her tongue flicked along the underside of his shaft. He tightened his hold on her head. “You little tease,” he muttered. He flexed his hips and fucked her tightly clamped lips for several delicious moments. Ah yes, this was what he needed: to gain supremacy over this clawing need, to give in to his lust at his own rate and preference. She hummed in pleasure, and he paused, gritting his teeth.
    â€œI didn’t tell you to hum, did I?” he challenged quietly.
    For a moment, she didn’t move, but then she twisted her chin from left to right, bringing his cock with her.
    He was glad she couldn’t see his small smile. She was exquisite. It was going to be such sweet agony to tame her. He began to pulse between her lips again while she sucked, sending spikes of sharp pleasure up his spine. “
Now
I’m telling you to,
ma fifille
,” he said. “Hum for me.”
    She groaned along his shaft, and then softened to a satisfied purr as he flexed his hips, using her mouth for his pleasure. God, it felt good. Her fingertips moved along his hips. The waistband of his boxer briefs had stretched down over part of his ass. The sensation of her fingers sliding beneath the band and stroking his flexing buttocks nearly made him come then and there. Something about her stroking his ass so gently as he pumped with force struck him as potently erotic. He couldn’t survive much longer in the midst of this taut, electric bliss.
    â€œUse your hand,” he instructed, lust ruling his tongue now, not reason. Her small, strong fist pumping the base of his cock while he fucked her mouth was a sinful heaven a man could survive in only for so long. “You little witch,” he accused fondly, the words blistering his tongue as he gave himself to her. He flexed, once again feeling the exquisite sensation of her throat enclosing his cock. She flinched and he started to withdraw, but then she recovered and took him impossibly deeper.
    â€œYes,”
he said in a strangled voice, feeling the tickle in his balls that signaled the end of this delicious torture. Then she was sucking him fast and shallow, her fist pumping in a perfect counter-rhythm, the sounds of a full-out pump—wet flesh moving tautly against wet flesh—ringing in his ears.
    He thrust deep and held her steady as orgasm ripped through his flesh. Everything went black and dead silent for a moment. Somehow, he found the wherewithal not to roar.
    He hoped anyway.
    That must have been his low, guttural groan that pierced the bubble of his torrential pleasure.
    He withdrew, sliding along her tongue. He continued to come, and come, the strength of his climax stunning him. Distantly, he became aware of the sucking movements and sounds of her mouth on his cock, of her fingertips caressing his ass tenderly while her other hand cupped his balls, milking him for all he was worth.
    He sagged, gasping for air, clamping his eyes shut as her warm mouth continued to move, cleaning him, teasing him . . . arousing him all over again.
    A light switched on in the hallway, illuminating a tiny crack beneath the closed door. His caressing fingers stilled in Elise’s hair. Perhaps she felt his sudden tension, because the pulsing, sucking movements of her mouth ceased.
    â€œIan?” he heard Francesca say in the distance. Elise’s lips moved against him, his penis remaining firmly in her taut hold. After a moment, the light switched out.
    The reality of what had occurred struck him like a blow: where they were, what had just happened. It wasn’t what he’d planned. Not in the slightest.
    He slid his overly sensitive cock out of Elise’s warmth, wincing in