“Do you want my finger inside of you?”
I saw the emotional debate in his eyes, unsure if this might be the moment he stole back the control or gave a breathtaking show of submission. There was nothing I wanted more than his surrender in that moment.
“Yes. Please.”
His words tickled through me like shards of a tiny orgasm. I pressed, and his jaw locked, his Adam’s apple shifting as he swallowed.
A vulnerable sound escaped his throat as I penetrated. Smiling up at him, so he felt my praise, I took his cock into my mouth and sucked him for several minutes, my finger leisurely exploring.
He was panting and sweating, his cock twitching and his ass clenching. The dark color of his swollen erection told me he could come at any second. “Do you need to come, Noah?”
“Yes…”
“Do you think I should let you come?”
He blinked rapidly, a flash of panic showing in his eyes. “Please … Avery.”
I withdrew my finger, and he hissed. “Where are your condoms?”
“There’s one in my pants.”
“Such a boy scout.”
I found the condom and rolled it onto his straining cock. Moving with excruciating slowness, I stood over his knees, not lowering close enough to touch him.
His eyes shifted, his gaze traveling over every inch of my body as I watched him, my feet apart, hands on my hips, holding everything he wanted within arm’s reach but outside of his control. “What do you say?”
“Please.”
I smiled. “I love when you beg.” I bent forward, angling my ass out behind me, dangling my tits over his thighs and rubbing up against his body like a cat. It seemed more than he could take, so I stroked him.
“Don’t come.”
His thighs bunched with muscles and his arms flexed behind his head. “Please, Avery…” He was breathing fast, jaw twitching. “Shit…”
I squeezed the base of his cock, and he grunted. “Not yet. Not until you’re inside of me.”
His head tipped back, and he groaned. “Fuck.” A bead of sweat worked its way down his chest, and I caught it with my tongue, slowly licking my way to his mouth.
“You’re being very good, Noah.” I kissed him slowly, the tremble of his jaw evident under the soft pressure of my lips. “I think you’ve earned an orgasm.”
His eyes closed and my body lowered until his cock touched my pussy, but didn’t penetrate.
“Look at me.”
His eyes, wearing lines of tension, full of desire, found mine, and I sank onto him. He let out a held breath with enough force to blow hot air across my nipples.
“Do you like being inside of me?” I asked, pinching the tips of my breasts while riding him.
“Fuck, Avery.” He gritted his teeth. “I’m not going to last.”
Of course, he wasn’t. “Do you know why that is, Noah?”
“Because your pussy feels incredible.”
“True, but that’s not why.” I reached behind me and cupped his balls, closing my grip and giving a sharp tug before sliding back down and impaling myself on his hard cock. “It’s because you like being dominated. Now, come.”
I saw his attempt to fight ejaculating at the precise moment I gave the command, those accusing words still ringing in the air, but he failed.
His hips bucked as he let out a garbled string of nonsensical slurs. Every muscle in his body tightened as if he was receiving an electric shock.
I took my pleasure, riding him hard even when he begged me to stop, hissed it was too much. He arched and growled, but never moved his hands. He took it. Every last bit of my commanded authority over him. He took it with striking submission.
29
Noah
The faucet shut off, and I heard her bare feet approach the couch where I lay comatose, my veins still trembling from my last release. When Avery made me come, she did so with the calculated force of a Scud missile. I moaned, arms limp at my sides, head back, eyes shut.
“Are you alive?”
“Mmm…” Words took too much effort.
She giggled and peeled the condom off my flaccid cock, causing me to suck in a sharp breath, but I didn’t open my eyes. Only when I heard her dressing did I peek through my lashes.
Her shirt said Hugs Not Drugs and her pants were covered in a fuzzy ladybug print. But the cow slippers were my favorite.
“It’s late. I should go.”
I forced my eyes fully open, taking a mental picture of her full appearance. “I can’t believe you’re the woman who just put me through hell.”
“I’m sorry, did you not enjoy yourself?”
So sassy. “Don’t gloat.”
“A polite submissive says thank you when he’s permitted to come.”
“Don’t ever call me that.”
My clothes were scattered, and I didn’t give a fuck. Stuck to my couch in all my naked glory, I simply stared at her. “Don’t go.”
She sighed. Sliding onto my lap, she cradled my face and kissed me slowly. It wasn’t bad letting her take the lead. She definitely knew a thing or two about pleasure. Her full lips pulled back slowly, and she stared into my eyes.