“What’s wrong?” He kicked his boots away. I just shrugged. “No. Answer me honestly.”
“I’m frustrated.” I blushed.
“Why’s that?” He pulled off his belt with a whoosh, then dropped it next to his boots. Next came his dark blue shirt - I licked my lips as I watched him unbutton his way down.
“You keep leaving me hanging. I’m doing what you said, I haven’t… you know.”
He chuckled. The shirt slid from his shoulders, leaving him in just his jeans and white undershirt. I could see the hard lines of his muscles beneath the white cotton and longed to touch him. “So?”
He wanted me to say it. I blushed; I was still shy about this sort of talk. He seemed to like keeping me off-balance. “I need to come,” I said softly. “Please.”
He smirked. “Beg for it.”
“Please let me come,” I said, looking at my feet. “I’ll do whatever you want. Anything. Let me prove how bad I need it.” I dropped to my knees and crawled to him. My mind buzzed with doubts - is this what he wants? Am I just making things worse? - but I had to try. I reached him and unzipped his jeans. He wore nothing beneath them - his cock stood free and already hard as I worked his pants open. I’ll bet he was planning on this before he came over. “Please, let me show you.”
“Go on.” I couldn’t wait long enough to pull his pants further down. I inhaled deeply, taking in the masculine scents, the smell of just him that had become so familiar. His body stiffened as I took the head of his cock between my parted lips. My tongue swirled around the top of his shaft.
“That’s it,” he murmured, his voice thick. “Convince me you deserve to come.” I moaned, letting him know I was listening, that this was turning me on. I dragged the flat of my tongue down the underside of his shaft before taking his length further in. I bobbed slowly, savoring the feel of his hot, silky skin dragging along my lips. I worshiped his manhood with slow strokes of my tongue, with wet kisses up one side and down the other. He groaned when he tapped the back of my throat. I held my breath and swallowed around it. He groaned again. “That’s it, honey.” He sounded pleased; but he didn’t sound convinced.
I released him from my mouth with an audible pop. Stroking him with one hand, I freed his balls from his pants with the other. Massaging the soft sack, I looked up at him - his green eyes were glazed with lust, barely focused on me at all. I licked the wrinkled skin experimentally, and he groaned again. Encouraged, I took one and then other other into my mouth. I licked and sucked them while I stroked him, moaning all the while.
“Fuck,” he muttered. He backed away, leaving my hand and mouth empty. Before I could protest, he grabbed me by the wrist and pulled me behind him to the couch, kicking his pants off on the way.
He sat and reached for my hand. “Straddle me,” he said, pulling me closer. I climbed onto his lap and placed my legs on either side of his hips. The lips of my sex brushed his cock, sending a shudder straight up my spine.
He brushed my hair from my face. “Do you want me to fuck you?”
“Yes. Please, yes,” I breathed. I felt like I’d been waiting for this forever. During our time in the hotel, through all the teasing, all the times he’d left me unsatisfied, he still hadn’t fucked me. I’d been dreaming about it.
He squeezed my ass cheeks hard, making me gasp. “You’ll have to beg for it.” He touched my bottom lip, running the rough callous of his thumb across it, making me tremble. “Beg, or I’ll just finish in your mouth and go home.”
“Please, Nomad, let me come.” I kissed his thumb. “I need you to fuck me. I need you. Please.”
He squeezed my ass again. His fingers dug into the fleshy globes, making me gasp and squirm. “Keep begging.” Then his mouth was on my nipple. He sucked it, flicked it rapidly with his tongue, then pinched it with his teeth until I yelped.
“Ah! Please, Nomad, please fuck me. Fuck me hard. You said, remember, you said as long and slow and as hard as I need. I need it, Nomad, I need you.” I rocked against him. His cock was sandwiched between us. I lifted my pelvis, trying to get him between my legs, trying to shift our position so I could feel him against my pussy, but he held me too tight, too firmly in place.
Finally, he spoke. “Okay, honey. Only ‘cause you asked so nice.” He released my ass and slid a hand between my legs. His fingers grazed my clit before sliding past. I gripped his shoulders as he slid two fingers inside my aching and needy channel. It felt so wonderful to finally be touched by him, my head spun. “Goddamn, you’re so wet,” he breathed.