Left Drowning

“I told you I was wet,” I say.

So far his hands have moved slowly tonight, as though every goddamn touch has been calculated to keep me below that line where my orgasm starts building, that frustration level just before I’ll scream. So when he takes his finger from me and pushes it deep inside me, I can’t help but groan and push back against him. He pulls out and then slides two fingers in. I dig my hands into his legs as I arch my back.

“Don’t move yet, Blythe. I’m not done checking.”

Now he’s just fucking with me.

He presses his hand tightly against me and flexes his fingers back and forth a few times, getting me hotter and even more impatient. But then he takes away his hand and moves back up to my breast. “You’re definitely wet,” he tells me. “But you’re not as wet as I want you.”

I groan again. He’s got to be kidding me. I can feel how wet his fingers are as he rubs them across my nipple.

“Besides, the movie’s not over yet.” I can tell he’s trying not to laugh.

God, I hate him sometimes. He’s a control freak who gets off on exactly when and how I come, but giving to me is what arouses him. I’m still teaching him that his pleasure is just as important to me. It’s harder for him to surrender to me the way that I do to him. He’s learning, but for now, I’m going to let him play this game.

I’m whimpering, and I check the clock. Fuck. I can do this for another twenty minutes, right? I can take it. Except that his grip on my breasts and my nipples is tighter, a little more urgent. He knows how to give me the mix of pleasure and slight pain that I love, and I can feel him breathing harder in my ear because he loves what he’s doing to me. Chris shifts his hips, and I feel his cock against my body. I close my eyes. I swear to God that I could probably come like this.

One hand goes back where I want it. He starts working my clit between two fingers, and every few seconds he pinches me lightly, tugs a little. I look down. I want to see him do this. I want to watch how he can make me so deliriously turned on.

“You have the best fucking pussy,” Chris says. “You know that? You do. And I promise I’m going to make you come so hard.”

This he doesn’t need to tell me, because I know he will. He always does.

“You’re starting to get there, aren’t you?”

“Yes.” God, the sound of his voice is making me squirm, but at least he’s letting me move now.

“You can’t think about anything else now, can you?”

I shake my head. “No.”

“You can’t think about anything else but how it will feel when I make you come.”

“Chris, please …”

“How you’ll tense up, how your whole body will shake, how you’ll say my name. How you’ll beg me to do it again. You can’t stop thinking about it, can you?”

“No.”

“You just need a little more, baby, don’t you?”

I nod.

“A little faster, a little harder?” He knows damn well this is what I need, but he likes keeping me on this edge.

“Chris, you have to fuck me.” I’m panting now. “You have to fuck me.”

“You think you’re wet enough for me now?”

I laugh a little. “Check”.

He takes away his hands so that he can move out from under me. I lean back, holding myself up on my arms so that I can watch him again. I want his clothes off. I want his body against mine. I want to feel him, and hear him, and taste him.

But he kneels next to me and spreads my legs open. Now his fingers disappear inside me again. “You’re almost where I want you.”

I drop onto my back and put my hands in my hair. God, he’s driving me fucking crazy. His fingers are still inside me and he leans in over his hand, holding his mouth just above me, letting his breath blow over me and making me shudder.

“Chris … Yeah … God, Chris … Please.”

He licks my clit. Once. “You do have the best pussy,” he tells me again. I can’t hear that enough. And then he waits a moment. I squeeze around his fingers, reminding him what I can do to his cock. He leans in closer and puts his lips around me, sucking me gently. I put a hand on the back of his head. I feel his tongue start to press against me, and I pull him in tighter. He starts to move his fingers just a little faster … In and out, back and forth. When he rubs his teeth against my clit, I groan loudly.

That’s it. I’m getting him naked now, even if it means he has to stop touching me for a minute. I reach over and grab at his shirt and get him to lift up. I stay on the bed, my legs spread, and watch hungrily as he yanks his shirt over his head and undoes his pants.

He may love my pussy, but I love his cock just as much. “I promise you, I’m dripping wet now,” I tell him.

He crawls between my legs and shoves his hands under my ass. “Not that I don’t trust you, but …” He pushes his tongue inside, tasting me, smelling me, breathing me in.

I push my feet hard into the bed. “Jesus Christ …”

Then he raises his body, moving his chest against mine, and kisses me. I can taste myself on his tongue, and I feel his cock brush over me. “Wet enough for you?” I ask.

He pushes up onto his arms and smiles. “You’re drenched.”

“So you have to fuck me now.” I sound pathetic. I know that. But I can’t help the whimpering tone in my voice.

“Yes,” he says. “I’m go

He lifts off me and kneels, sitting back on his knees, watching me as he presses his cock up against my pussy. The seconds it takes him to put on a condom feel like hours. But then he rubs his cock over me and slowly starts to ease in. He pulls back just a bit and then moves in a little more.

“Chris … Chris …” Looking up at him while he kneels between my legs is unbelievable.

Chris looks at me and winks as he as he licks his fingers and presses them to my clit. It’s a hot fucking move, and he knows it. I smile at him. He fucks me a little bit faster. Not hard, not deep, but faster. I need that friction, that speed. He’s got me figured out, and he knows how to make me come.

I’m starting to tense up… . I’m getting close… . God, I’m so close… .

I can’t stop saying his name.

I love how he looks when I’m like this. How it makes him so fucking hot to get me off. It’s exactly how I feel before he comes.

He is so hard, and his breathing is picking up. “I want you to come, Blythe. I want you to come. Baby, tell me when you’re ready.” His voice is husky, and raw, and full of need.

He keeps fucking me like this and rubbing his hand against me until my breathing gets labored and I push his hands away. Because as much as I enjoy this touch, right now I don’t need it. I just need that perfect cock of his. “I’m almost there… .” Talking is nearly impossible.

He drops down, holding himself just above me, and drives into me, deeply. He fucks me faster now, just barely pulling out but grinding into me hard. He’s rubbing against me every time he moves, but that’s not what’s getting me to the brink. It’s how his cock is moving, how he’s lifting inside me.

I can barely breathe or think, but I say two words to him. “Don’t. Come.”

“I won’t,” he promises. I tighten around him, and he knows by the way I sound that I’m just about there. “Yeah, Blythe, come for me,” he’s saying, talking me through it.

“Come for me… . Your pussy is so fucking hot… . I feel how wet you are, how tight you are… . Let me hear you.”

I take his shoulders and dig my nails in. He listens to me groan as my orgasm starts.

I’m grabbing him so hard that I can’t believe I’m not drawing blood. My whole body spasms, I feel myself detonate around his cock over and over as pleasure flows through me. Fuck, he is so good. I groan again and again with each wave. When I start to slow down, I murmur through my panting, “Don’t stop. Go slow, but don’t stop… . Please.”

I’m still coming and I pull him in closer. Chris puts his hands underneath my body, holding me, cradling me. Every few seconds, I shake again. He rubs into me hard, making sure I come until I can’t anymore. Until I’m totally spent.