“You know that I love you?”
She nods again.
“Good, keep that in mind for the next few…hours,” I tell her, purposefully loosening my grip on her wrists and shifting back so that my weight rests on my knees again. My free hand frames the side of her face, my eyes on hers as I say, “You remember how this goes? You tell me to stop, and I will stop. Otherwise, I will fuck you until I am ready to stop.”
A small sound escapes her, something between a whimper and a whine as her body trembles a bit at my words. A reaction I immensely appreciate but not the one I currently need.
“Cora,” I say again, my tone carrying more authority this time.“You say stop, and—”
“I say stop, and you’ll stop,” she says, shifting impatiently beneath me for emphasis.
“Otherwise? Repeat all of it back to me so I can hear you say it,” I prompt her again, dipping my head once more, this time so that I can take a deep inhale of the way she smells right along the column of her throat. Her scent always tangled up now with mine and Aiden’s.
“You’ll—” Her words catch as I start to kiss my way down her body. “You’ll—you’ll fuck me…”
I nod, letting the rare rough stubble on my cheek scratch against the soft surface of her abdomen. “Until?”
“Until…”
She takes a shaky breath in, and my right hand renews its grip on her wrists while my left dips between her legs, my index finger poised at her entrance. “Tell me, little bird.”
She lifts her head, her brow pinched with impatience, and I know she wants to watch what I’m doing to her. What Iwilldo as soon as she says…
“Until you’re ready to stop.”
Everything is suspended.
My hands above my head as the rope keeps them in place, the words on my tongue, the thoughts in my head, the edge he’s keeping me on… He won’t allow me to come down, won’t let me go high enough that I can fall on my own. At least, not yet.
“Doing so well, wild one,” Cypress tells me, his voice rippling through me as he keeps his mouth close to my center. “Perfect girl.”
He has two thick fingers inside me, shallowly thrusting in and out at a languid pace that he refuses to alter no matter how many times I cant my hips for more.
“Cypress,” I plea with him again, longing to have my hands free so I can wrap my fingers in his hair and pull him to me. Tug hard on those few streaks of gray that are so much lighter than the rest. “Just let me—let me touch you.”
He shakes his head, listening to me get closer and closer to truly begging, and for a moment, I think that maybe this timehe will give in when his tongue starts to circle my clit. His lips closing around it and driving my desperation into a frenzy.
It’s too much. Too much, but, God, I need more.
He enjoys me like that for a while longer, his fingers working inside me so that I can hear how wet I am for him. Feel the way I’m soaking his palm, and I whine at the slick stretch when he slips in a third finger to join the other two.
“That’s it,” he murmurs, placing a gentle kiss on my clit in encouragement. “I know you can withstand it a little longer for me.”
I cry out as Cypress curls his fingers against that spot that makes my vision blur, pressing and stroking until I’m on the brink of bliss. Then he stops.
I practically shout my frustration at him, anguished to feel it slip away from me once more, tears pooling in the corners of my eyes before they streak down my cheeks. “Please, please, please.”
He hushes me gently, pulling his fingers from me and bringing them up to circle around the peaks of each breast, each nipple now streaked with the proof of how long he’s kept me needing him.
Whenever he takes one in his mouth, he sucks so gently that it’s nearly comforting before his fingers are back inside me, thrusting deep, the pad of his thumb firmly circling my clit. Taking more so that he can do it again.
“I know, little bird, I know,” he croons to me when I keen after he stops again, crawling back up my body to slant his mouth against mine once more. “But not yet.”
The taste of myself on his tongue makes the want even worse, and encourages me to take advantage of the change in his position, wrap my legs around his narrow waist, and drag myself against him where his cock is hard on my inner thigh. When I do, he moans, presses his forehead against mine, and lets metempt him. Lets me use him just as he uses me. Even as one of his hands falls to my hip, his fingertips gripping hard to lead my movements so that I’m more firmly pressed against him on each rotation. So that he is again setting the pace.
I don’t think he’s ever held off with me as long as he has this morning, made us both wait for it like this. Likely wouldn’t if Aiden was here to intervene and compel us both to sense, but I like playing this game with him. Like seeing how close to delirium we both can drift.
“That’s it,” he mutters above me, a thrill shooting through me once I feel him reach between us to notch himself against my entrance. “I know, feeling so empty, aren’t you, Cora? Not been enough to have us coming down your lovely throat, has it? Need so badly for us to fill you up right here?” He thrusts in deep, one of his hands spanning possessively over my abdomen as he does it. “One of these days we’re going to fuck you until it takes, little bird. Take turns filling you until you can’t take anymore, that what you want?”