“No touching.” She swatted his hands.
Payne moved his hands to the sheets and grasped them. He stared at her, lost in her eyes as she rode him, drawing him into her hot wet core. He wanted to do this without the damned condom inhibiting him. He focused on her eyes, drinking her bliss to boost his pleasure, struggling to hold back his desire. He could easily get off on her pleasure alone without the need for him to climax, but he wasn’t sure if he could manage it this time. Being inside her, right where he had ached to be from the moment he had set eyes on her, felt too good.
She arched backwards and he slid deeper into her. One of her hands gripped his thigh behind her to steady her and she reached between his legs with the other, rolling and fondling his balls. Was she trying to break him?
He grunted and tensed, fought his desire to thrust. She moaned and rotated her hips, fingers clutching and squeezing his balls, making him think about how she had done that earlier and he had shot his load onto his stomach. His seed rose to his shaft and he bit his tongue, trying to give himself something else to focus on. The pain helped but his vampire healing quickly took it away, and he had to bite harder to restrain himself.
“Payne,” she moaned and he grunted again, his fangs lengthening.
He wanted to bite her.
He growled. He wanted it so much that it became a fight between denying his need to come and his need to sink his fangs into her. He hadn’t promised not to bite her. He could do that. Not very submissive of him but she was killing him. She quickened her strokes, moaning each time she took him back into her moist heat.
There was a flaw in his plan.
If he bit her, he would definitely come.
He groaned through a tight throat and she pressed her fingers into the ridge below his balls. Mercy. Payne bucked into her, unable to stop himself, and she squeaked out a moan. He liked that. She sounded as far gone as he felt. He thrust hard again, tearing another cry from her.
“Don’t come,” she said breathlessly. “Touch me.”
Payne writhed and moaned beneath her. She was asking too much now. The markings on his forearms were flushed in blue and gold and it was slowly progressing up his arms. Much more of this, and he would have her flat on her back, her legs over his shoulders and her screaming his name.
She grabbed his hand and forced him to comply. Payne stroked her clitoris as she rode his cock. She was so wet, slippery with arousal, desire for him. He stared at her, watching the pleasure flitting across her beautiful face, absorbing all of it and using it to assuage his need to feel pleasure of his own in the form of release.
“More.” She threw her head back, beautifully wanton, her breasts thrusting upwards. He wanted to touch those too.
His balls tightened, semen rising again.
He squeezed her clitoris.
Elissa shrieked and jerked forwards, her head hitting his breastbone and hot breath fanning his chest. Her inner walls sweetly clenched him, sucking him deeper into her hot core, luring him into releasing himself. Everything male in him roared, telling him to roll them over and take her. He expected to crumble and do just that, but then she pulled herself up and rewarded him with a slow kiss.
All of him purred in response and she didn’t stop him when he settled his hands on her bottom, holding her to him, and kissed her back. Sweet reward.
She sat back on him and his cock ached and throbbed, painfully hard inside her. She lowered her mouth to his chest, kissing and licking, swirling her tongue around his nipples. Payne could scarcely breathe when she moved back, reached behind her and tugged on his balls again. Witch. He swallowed and told himself this brief flash of painful pleasure was enough. She had sworn not to give him pain but she seemed content with it when it came in this form. He was content with it too.
She wriggled on him and fondled his balls, rolling them in her fingers. His cock pulsed but he held back, biting the inside of his cheek to stop himself from coming.
“You need another reward.”
He was nodding before she had finished her sentence.
Elissa smiled. “Touch my breasts.”
Yes, Ma’am. He was there in a heartbeat, cupping and kneading her breasts, feeling the hot weight of them in his palms. It was easy to shift his focus to them. He thumbed her nipples and then pinched them between his forefinger and thumbs. She groaned and he moaned with her. It wasn’t so easy when she did that, tensing around his cock at the same time.
“Touch my...” She tripped on the word and he smiled and lowered his hand but didn’t touch her. It seemed his sassy witch had her limits.
“You want me to touch you where?” he said, teasing her.
She blushed and couldn’t look at him. Beautiful. She had spent the past few hours dominating him, detailing wicked things she would do to him, and her innocence could still come to the fore and make her cheeks flush. They darkened another shade and he wanted to touch them to feel their heat.