He yanked and tugged, dragging my jeans and panties lower and then off before spreading my thighs wide and settling himself between them. He licked me, gently at first, teasing the seam before pressing the tip of his tongue a bit deeper with each long, slow lick.
I moaned my appreciation, fisting his hair in my hands—more for something to hold on to than any need to guide him.
He added his fingers to his tongue, tasting and touching every slick inch.
I tried to tighten my thighs around his head but every time I did he'd turn his face and bite the inside of a thigh, making me squeal.
"Keep your legs open for me, I like to see you while I taste you."
He drove the point home by parking an elbow on each thigh, keeping me spread out underneath him as he filled me with fingers and circled my clit with his tongue.
I ground myself into him as well as I could, pinned like I was. I was getting close, gripping his hair harder in my fists when he suddenly stopped.
Before my groan of disappointment left my lips, he was naked and laying above me. I wrapped my legs around him again, pulling him to me, but his hard cock nestled between us. I rubbed myself along its length as it lay against his stomach. He rocked himself between my lips, his elbows beside my head as he held himself above me.
"Not yet. You've been a very bad girl, Hannah."
I didn't answer him, I just pulled my hips back, arching myself against him, trying to find the tip of him so I could rock my hips forward and fill myself with him.
"I said not yet. I feel you trying to get what you want. You can't always get what you want, you know."
"What do you want?" I asked him, turning my face from his to sink my teeth into his bicep.
He rolled somehow, taking me with him until he was under me.
"I want you to ride me. I want to watch you move above me, slide yourself down on me and ride me until you come. I want to see your face when you come, to see if your eyes roll back in your head or if my name rolls off your lips when you use me to get yourself off."
I got my knees under me and put my palms on his chest to push myself up to a sitting position.
"I'm pissed at you, you know that right? You never should have done this."
He said the words up at me as his hands found the curve of my waist and I poised myself above the rounded head of his cock.
"It was the only way I could have you," I said as I lined his cockhead up just right and sat down just enough to let the tip of him spread my lips.
"I want you to ride me, to come first, because I want you to get yours before I show you how angry I am."
I sat down on him, inch by inch, feeling him fill me. I couldn't help the moan that escaped me as I gave him all of my weight, feeling him deep, as I slowly rocked my hips. I rubbed my clit against him, not bouncing, just rocking.
"How are you going to show me?"
"You'll see."
"Tell me," I ordered, sitting perfectly still, perched on his cock.
"Ride me."
One stroke, I raised myself up until his tip was barely inside and sat down again, staying still.
"Tell me what you're going to do."
He didn't answer me, but he sat up under me suddenly, wrapping both of his arms around my waist and rocking himself up into me, hard, again and again.
His mouth found my breasts as they were right in front of his face. His grip on my waist, hips and ass seemed to be everywhere as he lifted me and pulled me down onto him and thrust up into me as he held my hips still.
He pulled me from my knees, wrapping my legs around him as I still sat on top of him, full of him, and he pushed me backwards again until my back was on the bed.
"You want to tease? I was going to let you use me but now I'm in charge."
He gripped my hips in his hands, his thumbs teasing my clit as he rocked himself in and out of me, sitting on his knees, my legs wide and around him.
He sat tall, looking down at where we were joined, and his thrusts matched the slow circles of his thumbs. One hand left my hip and found my breast and he leaned forward on it. He slid himself in and out so agonizingly slow. I tried to rock myself against him but he wouldn't let me. He held my hip still, the weight of his hand on my breast and hip holding me in place as his thumb and cock drove me crazy.
I'd wanted him to take control, to fuck me, but the long slow tease was torture.
"I need … I … Oh!"
He didn't vary his speed, the perfect but slow strokes filled me and left me and in only a few strokes I was panting his name.
I begged, "Please, Cole! I … now! Oh, hell."
I felt the waves finally break and my orgasm rocked me. Only then did he start to stroke faster. It was like my orgasm released something in him, he fucked me harder and faster, pressing me deeper into the bed as he filled me.