He suckled and stroked, moving his fingers agonizingly slowly over her, close to her clitoris but not enough direct stimulation that she’d come quickly. Her heart was pounding. Heat rolled over her in waves. She spread her legs more to encourage him; he’d get close, but not quite close enough.
He took his mouth off of her nipple long enough to murmur into her ear, “I’ll bet you want me to touch you there, don’t you?”
“God, yes. I want to come! Why aren’t you letting me?”
He captured her mouth with his again, plunging his tongue into hers, and finally sliding his fingers into her, stroking in and out. Maddeningly slowly. He bumped the palm of his hand against her clitoris, sending shocks of sensation throughout her body. She writhed beneath him, tore her mouth away from his, and cried out in desperate need when he finally picked up the pace. She wrapped her legs around him as best she could to offer even more access.
He stroked as quickly as possible as he rubbed and rotated the heel of his palm over the most sensitive nerves in her body. His voice was low and dark in her ear.
“I can’t wait to watch you come, Kendall.”
She felt the pull of sensation, the skittering prickling over her skin, the first contractions of a massive orgasm. She let out a shriek as stars burst behind her eyelids. Her heart was pounding, her body felt like fire, and she tried to catch her breath.
His fingers were still moving, but his touch now was tender, soothing. She could still feel the ripples of the orgasm throughout her body, and she heaved a sigh.
“That was unbelievable.”
His lips curved into a smile.
“Where did you learn that?” she said.
“What do you mean?”
“I . . . I . . . are you always . . . how did you DO that? I usually have to use a vibrator to get anywhere close, and . . . oh, God.”
His eyes locked onto hers. He looked happy. Even more, he looked a little bit proud of himself. “Did you enjoy that?”
“Other than the part in which you made me beg—”
“You’re not mad at me, are you?” He kissed the middle of her forehead. “Delayed gratification can be a good thing.”
“I thought my head was going to explode.” She grabbed his wrist and placed his hand flat on her abdomen so he could feel the continuing waves of sensation. “Feel that?”
He was quiet for a moment.
“I’ve never had a woman demonstrate what I did to her before,” he said. He gazed into her eyes. “It’s hot.”
She rolled onto her other side, scrabbled in the bedside table drawer, and pulled out a strip of condoms. She turned back to him, waving it teasingly in front of his eyes.
“I’ll show you some delayed gratification, Mr. McCoy.”
“Is that so? What did you have in mind?”
She pushed him onto his back, ripped one of the condoms off of the strip, opened it, and rolled it over his still-erect penis.
“Watch and learn,” she joked. She straddled him, balancing herself with flattened palms on his abdomen. He grabbed her hips. She bent over him, capturing his mouth with hers. She stroked his tongue with hers while grinding herself against his penis. She played with his nipples, and she was rewarded with a groan of pleasure.
She tore her mouth off of his for a few seconds. He sat up, gripping her upper arms in both hands. He tried to push her onto her back. She wasn’t having any of it. It was his turn to beg, and she was going to make it happen. His eyes were almost black with arousal. His breathing was ragged. His erection was inches from where they both wanted it. She wondered how much more he could take before his superior strength won out, he flipped her onto her back, and plunged inside.
“You want me?” she whispered.
“Jesus, yes. I’ll do anything.”
“Anything? What are you willing to do?”
“You thought that orgasm was big. Wait until you find out what I’ve got for you now.”
“You are such a sweet talker,” she said as she wrapped her arms around his shoulders.
“Kendall. Let me in, for God’s sake. I have to have you.”
“How badly?” she said.
He groaned again. She felt his fingertips biting into her hips as he pulled her up to her knees.
“Ride me,” he hissed. “Fuck my brains out.”
Oh, she would. She reached to position him, and she sank half an inch onto him. He let out a long, harsh breath. “Want more?”
He said something unintelligible, and she sank another half an inch onto him. She could feel the head of his penis sliding into her, and she raised up and down on her knees a couple of times for the hell of it. He pulled her down a little more onto him. She wasn’t sure how long it took while she teased him and moved down a fraction of an inch at a time but finally, he was seated inside her, and his hands guided her into a rhythm that worked for both of them.