Hardpressed

Author: P Hana

Page 17

   

I bit my lip. His words washed over me like a heat wave. That sounded very appealing, but he was dodging me. “I’m sure you can come up with something more creative than that.”

He silenced me with a hard kiss. “Slow. We’re going to go slow. I’m going to make love to you, baby.”

His words sounded more like an affirmation than an expression of what he really wanted, deep down. His hands were restless, carefully grasping and releasing me as if he were at war with his own body. His urgency lit the fire in me. A warm glow built in my core and shot through my limbs until my skin was as fevered as his.

I kissed him back, swallowing the affirmations that would sell us both short on what we wanted, craved. I gripped his shoulders, tangling my fingers in his hair. I couldn’t get close enough. I wanted to coax out the animal that wanted to come at me with everything he had. I wasn’t scared anymore. I needed him.

“Take me how you want me. Do anything you want. God, please. I need it, need you,” I moaned, rubbing myself helplessly against him.

“No.” He uttered the refusal through gritted teeth. His body was taut, frozen, as if a single movement would break his resolve.

I licked my lips, nearly wild with the sensation of his erection against my belly. I wanted him so badly I thought I would go mad. I couldn’t wait anymore. In an instant, I lowered to my knees and caressed his length gently in my palms. I’d figure out how to be submissive with or without his help. I slid my mouth over the tip and sucked, swirling my tongue around the sensitive tip. I moaned, loving the taste of him, the subtle scent of his body.

He let out a sigh, as if he’d been holding his breath for far too long. I licked him, sucked him, and grazed my teeth ever so softly until he trembled slightly. Submissive or not, I held all the cards in this position. But maybe I didn’t have to.

I slowed my motions and relaxed my mouth. I grabbed him from behind and pushed him deep until he hit the back of my throat. His breath whistled through his teeth. He slid out of me slowly, his cock resting on my lips. I dug my fingernails into his ass and he jolted forward into my mouth. I swallowed, undulating over the head of his cock.

“Fuck.” He sifted his fingers through my hair, cradling my head. “What are you doing to me?”

“I want you to fuck my mouth. Control me with your hands. Show me what you want.” The words came out like an order, but I couldn’t help it. He needed to understand I was ready for this now.

“You don’t listen to a damn word I say.”

I smirked, gliding my tongue lazily over and around his length, in slow motion. I waited for him, pushing him deep again and again.

Letting out a low growl, he fisted his hand in my hair and his hips bucked slightly. I took him fully and eagerly with each careful thrust. Then he deepened them, hitting the back of my throat, giving me just as much as I could handle.

“You’re so beautiful like this, baby…on your knees. All for me.” He stroked my cheek and pulled back to let me catch my breath before doing exactly what I’d asked him to do. His grip on my hair tightened almost painfully as he maneuvered me, fucking my mouth with measured strokes. He sucked in a sharp breath, giving me more.

I moaned, loving the satin skin of his erection sliding against my tongue as I struggled to take all of him.

The sounds he made assured me that this was driving him nuts. A fine mist covered my skin as I gave myself over to the moment. I wanted to touch myself, to feel how wet he’d already made me, but I didn’t. I kept my hands rested on the muscles of his thighs that had tensed into rock hard bunches.

I couldn’t stop thinking about what he’d feel like inside me, pumping with the same fervor and passion. The sheer power of his body was evident in this position. My mouth couldn’t sustain the fierce thrusts that he’d normally give me if we were fucking. He was carefully reined in for this more delicate position, but he was in complete control. I was so vulnerable, completely at his mercy. Trusting him, and letting him take his pleasure from me was intoxicating.

I lightly dug my nails into his thighs, my desire reaching a fever pitch.

“You okay?”

“Don’t stop.”

“I don’t think I could if I wanted to. Feels too good. Fucking amazing actually.”

I closed my mouth over him again and crept my fingers up and over his abs. They flexed and tightened with each careful thrust until he cried out, spurting hot semen down my throat. I swallowed and milked every last drop from him with my tongue.

He released me and pulled us onto the bed where he collapsed, laying me on his chest. He frowned with his eyes closed as he caught his breath. I pressed hot kisses along his chest, licking the dip of his collarbone. He grabbed my wrists, his eyes now open but still heavy with desire.

“You keep that up, you’re going to get it.”

“Would that be a punishment or a reward for blowing your mind?”

His face softened a little and he laughed. “I haven’t decided yet. I can’t think straight.”

I hummed in anticipation. “I can’t wait to find out.”

I knew he couldn’t go again so soon, yet I continued my sabotage of his torso with my mouth. I couldn’t get enough of him. Pleasing him was addictive, and I needed another fix. I moved over his body eagerly. I licked the salt off his skin, still slick with sweat from his release. The clean, masculine scent of him drugged me with lust. Before I could go any lower, he flipped me onto my back. He pushed me up on the bed and spread my legs wide. I squirmed in anticipation. The only thing better than giving Blake head was getting it from him. He had a supremely talented mouth.

He posted himself in prime position and stared at me, his breath still coming hard. He touched me softly, up and down my thighs. I shifted anxiously, all too aware of the ache between my legs.

“Touch yourself.”

“Why?”

“Just do it. Do everything you’d do if I weren’t here about to fuck you right now.”

Tentatively, I lowered my hand and started slow movements over my clit. Blake kissed me up and down my thighs, my calves, my ankles, everywhere but where I really wanted him the most.

“Do you think about me when you do this?” His warm breath sent chills over me. My body tightened in response.

“I haven’t had to do this since we met. I much prefer your touch to my own. Why don’t you touch me? Please.”

“Don’t stop. I want to watch you. Do you have a vibrator?”

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