In response, she grinds her pussy along my shaft. By her expression, the fabric of my pants must be working magic on her overheated flesh because she really rolls into me now.
I grit my teeth as my grasp of coherent thought continues to fray. “Understood?”
When she doesn’t answer, I release one nipple, yank her hips to the edge of the end table and smack her ass. “Understood?”
Eyes squeezed tight, she gasps. “Do that again, please.”
Holy shit, I’m done.
The muscles in my jaw work as I fight the urge to shove my cock into her wet cunt. I squeeze her nipple at the base before pulling up to the tip, repeating the stroke as I slap the top curve of one firm cheek.
“Yes,” she murmurs, face flush, lips open.
Blood races through my veins as my pulse hammers.
I find myself praying for restraint.
Over and over, in synchronized movements, I spank and pull and pinch, until I’m panting as hard as she is, every muscle taut from the effort.
Head falling against my shoulder, she mindlessly whispers, “More.”
In response to her breathy cries, my balls tighten. Cock aching, I drip pre-cum. I need to maintain control. Jaw tight, I stop, staring past her at my gray wall.
She gasps and shudders against me. “Don’t stop.”
Counting to five to compose myself, I rub her back. “Shhhh, you’ll like this. You are going to come, Abby, right here, right now.”
She nods, and my chest gives a little squeeze at her trust. I’m going to make this good for her. I’m going to give her exactly what she wants, and I’m not going to stop until she’s boneless. I push her back so she rests against the wall.
I dip into my pocket and pull out a couple of condoms, tossing them on the table next to her thigh, before stripping my shirt over my head. She watches, licking her lips like a hungry little cat as I unbuckle my pants and release my cock.
She lets out a soft whimper.
I grit my teeth, grasping the leaking head between my thumb and forefinger, to suppress the need to come.
It doesn’t do much good, but it’s something.
I slide my hand along her wet pussy, clenching my jaw as she jerks into my palm. I spread her open, stepping between her legs and encircling her waist. Face flushed, she peers up at me, trusting and open. Beautiful. I glide my cock along her clit, tugging her hips until she’s flush against me, able to feel every stroke.
Lashes flutter closed, her head drops back against the wall, and she gets lost in her own little world. Needing her to pay attention, I grip her neck, lifting her so we’re eye level. “Abby.”
Her lids snap open and confusion flashes across her face. “What’s wrong?”
“I want you to squeeze those gorgeous thighs around my waist, and rub that wet pussy along my cock.”
“But…but…aren’t you going to…” Her voice trails off.
“Oh, I’m going to fuck you. But not yet.”
She blinks, nibbling on her full lower lip. She tries to shift, but I hold her so tight she ends up stroking the hard bundle of nerves along the underside of my cock.
The pleasure is so intense I wince.
“Oh!” Her eyes go wide as the light of comprehension dawns.
“There you go.” She understands and I only hope I survive. Cupping her breasts in my hands, I lean down and lick.
She arches, sliding against my erection.