I'm dying to put my mark on her but that's an impossible task when you can't touch someone. I'll have to improvise.
"I'm naked. You're naked. Hmm … what should we do?"
"I want to mark you the only way I can without touching you."
Her brow wrinkles and despite the dim lighting, I can see her cheeks fill with color. "I don't understand what that means," she whispers.
How can she be so damn sexy while so innocent at the same time?
"I know you don't understand and that's one of the things I adore about you-your innocence. I love that you're untouched by any other man." She has no idea what a fucking turn-on it is to know I'm her first everything. First love. First touch. Maybe first orgasm.
I'll be her alpha-and omega-even if she hasn't come to realize that part yet. "What about your own touch?"
She bites her lip, and her cheeks further redden. "Sometimes I touch myself when I think of you and what it might feel like if we were making love. I always imagine it's your hand between my legs instead of my own."
"Do you ever make yourself come?"
"I don't think so."
That's a no. "You'd know if you had."
I tighten the grasp around my cock and pump harder. "Spread your legs. I want to see all of you."
She plants her heels flat against the bed and her knees fall apart. A small stream of juice dribbles out of her glistening pink pussy.
I could make good use of that. Damn shame it's going to waste. Unless it's not.
"Show me how you touch yourself when you imagine us making love."
"I don't know how to do it right. It never works for me."
I take her hand in mine and press the tips of her fingers to the top of her slit. "Start here. Like this."
Placing pressure on her fingers, I guide her hand in a circular motion, spreading her slick nectar. "I wish I could taste you."
"Me too." She closes her eyes, arches her back, and rubs harder. Faster. "I bet it would feel amazing to have your tongue doing this."
I'd love nothing more than to give in and say to hell with everyone but us. "I assure you the waiting is torture for me too."
"Please, Duke." Her voice is full of desperation. Torment. Misery. And it breaks my heart. My girl needs to come.
"Close your eyes, baby. Breathe slowly. Deeply. Imagine the ends of your fingers are actually the tip of my soft, wet tongue." I guide her hand in a different motion-up and down through her slit. "Dip your fingers inside just a bit and rub right here."
"Duke, I'm getting so wet."
Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. She could have said anything-any fucking thing-and I could have handled it. But those words … I'm getting so wet. They're like an offer you can't refuse. And invitation you can't decline. A temptation you can't resist.
"I can't take it anymore. I have to taste you." I grab her wrist and bring her hand to my mouth. Her eyes widen as she watches me suck her juices from her fingers. "You. Are. Delicious."
I look at her dark pink slit while I lick her fingers and fight the urge to bury my mouth between her legs. Tongue fuck her hole and then replace it with my cock. Fill her with my cum until it flows out and pools into a wet puddle on the bed.
But I don't. And I can't recall a thing in my life ever being so hard to resist.
I take her fingers from my mouth and return them to her clit. "Rub yourself off. You need to come, and I want to watch."
She'll never know how much I wish I could be the one to completely own her orgasm. Just five more weeks, Windsor. You've hung in there this long. You can make it a little longer.
"Tell me when it starts, baby." I want to cross the finish line together. Make this feel as much like the real thing as possible.
She nods as she pants. "Yeah."
Her eyes are locked on mine and for a moment I forget it's my hand squeezing my cock instead of her tight little body. "I'll get to be inside you soon."
I reach for her knee with my free hand and wrap one leg around my waist. Helps it feel a little less like masturbation. Her other leg comes around my waist and she locks her feet behind my back, pulling me closer.
One thrust and I could be inside her. That's all it would take, and I could be owning her. Making her mine.
"Oh God, Duke. Something is happening. I think it's starting."
Hearing your girl tell you she's about to orgasm will tighten your balls when nothing else will. "Let it happen naturally. Slowly."
She convulses once. Twice. Three times. "Oh, shit, shit, shit. Mark me, Duke. Come on me."
"Damn, Claudia." When I come with a girl, I'm always wearing a condom. There's never an option or discussion about where I'm going to do it. Claudia asking me to come on her is hot as hell.