“Well, a man in your condition needs extra care.”
I swallowed hard as she slid her fingers through my hair again, pressing a soft kiss to my lips. “Definitely.”
“You shouldn’t be lifting a finger,” she said, trailing a single nail down my chest toward my groin.
“No, I should not.”
“This is what you have a woman for.”
I nodded, unable to speak as her hand cupped my dick through my pants.
“And a good woman makes sure that her man is always satisfied.”
Ever-so-slowly, she dragged the hem of her shirt up over her head, tossing it to the side as her brown locks of hair tumbled back around her shoulders.
“So satisfied,” I croaked.
Then the bra came off and those breasts that I loved so much were pointing directly at me, tempting me to take them in my mouth and suck on those pretty tits.
But when I leaned forward, she tsked me, pushing me back until I laid on my back.
“You need to rest,” she whispered.
“Rest is for sick people,” I said, trying to shove myself back up, but she pressed a hand to my chest and refused to let me do what I wanted. Her hand slid down my chest until she was right at the button on my jeans. My jaw hardened as I waited for her to drag them off me, for her to take me in her mouth.
Instead, she hovered, waiting, drawing out the tension until I felt like I would snap.
“Somebody is impatient,” she chuckled.
“Krista, you’ve made your point,” I said, hands clenching at my sides as I struggled to maintain control.
“And what is that?”
“That I need you.”
“This has nothing to do with proving anything to you,” she said, finally releasing my cock. “This…is about giving you the most pleasure I possibly could.”
Her hand wrapped around my length and stroked me slowly. Up and down. A twist here. Tightening at the top. The smallest flick of her tongue against the crown. She was toying with me, fucking with my head. I was about to lose my shit.
And then she released my cock and took off my jeans and underwear, and settled herself over my dick. I wanted her mouthon me. I wanted her choking on my dick and moaning my name as I shoved myself down my throat.
Her soaking pussy slid over my cock, and I groaned, my eyes rolling back in my head as I felt her heat pressed against me.
“Just relax.”
“You fucking relax,” I snapped as she spread her heat all over my dick, but never gave me the pleasure of being inside her.
“This is what you do to me,” she whispered, sliding back and forth. “When I’m in the room with you, all I want is to feel you inside me. I want to be stretched by you and remember what it’s like to have your fingers twisting me up inside.”
My fingers bit into her hips as she worked herself faster over me. Fuck, I was not going to blow without even being inside her.
“And then you snatched that all away from me,” she gasped. “You told me you felt something, and then you planned to just walk away. Do you know what that did to me?”
“Fuck, I can definitely feel it,” I groaned.
“The torture of knowing that I could have you, could be with you forever…” she gasped.
I couldn’t take it. I needed to be in her, and I wasn’t waiting another fucking second. I grabbed her arms, rolling her over, and thrust inside her so deep it hurt.