His suction on my clit increases, and his tongue flicks back and forth, rapidly hurtling me toward the precipice. So damn fast. I wish I had more time to enjoy it, but I know this isn’t all he’s going to give me, so I let it wash over me without attempting to delay it.
“I’m gonna come,” I pant out between shaky breaths and feral cries. “May I please come?”
“Not yet,” he grumbles, then inserts another finger. Instead of pulsing up and down, he adjusts the angle, stroking at my G-spot.
He’s trying to kill me with pleasure.
“I can’t hold back,” I whine. “I need to come.”
“Beg for it,” he orders.
A smile overtakes my entire face, loving how he’s treating me like he used to before everything was ruined. When he was my Dom, and I was his sub. When he commanded my body to do his bidding.
When we fell in love.
“Please, let me come, babe. Please. I need it. I need it so badly. Please, babe. May I come now?”
He grunts and growls against my sensitive pearl, heightening the euphoria with the rumble of sound waves. All the while, his deft fingers continuously tap at my sweet spot. I’ll combust if he doesn’t let me climax soon. I’m out of practice at holding it back. My entire body shudders and quakes.
“Please, babe. I’m begging like a good girl. Please let me come.”
“Mmm. Yes, sweetness. You may come for me,” he relents, continuously tapping and sucking me.
“Oh thank god,” I whimper, then attempt to let go.
I expect the fireworks to start low in my belly, but they don’t come. What the fuck?
For a year, he’s trained me to climax on command. While not always perfect at it, I’ve never failed to orgasm when I was this freaking close to exploding.
Confusion fills my mind, further distancing me from the brink.
Determined to come, I force the wayward thoughts away and swirl my hips faster, grinding and pulsing against him.
Once again, I get right to the edge, but can’t tumble over. It hovers there, beckoning me and taunting me, but staying ever so slightly out of reach.
I squeeze my nipples over my shirt, plucking and tugging. Surely that’ll do the trick.
Nope. Still nothing.
Oh no. I can’t come.
Because his fingers are inside me.
Shit. Shit. Shit.
“No fingers,” I grit out. “Just your mouth, please.”
I’m too worried to meet his eyes, so I keep my head thrown back, staring at the ceiling while hoping he doesn’t demand answers. He complies, moving his fingers from inside me to my backside. His wet hands squeeze my ass, driving me toward his mouth.
My body slumps against the wall, knees trembling as relief pulses through me. “Thank you.”
“Those manners.” He smiles against my slick flesh, then returns to sucking my clit fervently.
Within seconds, I’m at the point of no return. “Oh my god, babe. Yes, yes, yes. Shit. So good. Don’t stop. Please don’t stop.” This time, I tumble headfirst into the sweet rapture of my orgasm.
His appreciative moans spur me on, prolonging the delicious sparks traveling over my entire body. I’m a live wire, twitching and pulsating.
Eventually, my hips slow to a stop. He keeps his face between my legs, pressing sweet kisses and gentle nips over my sensitive flesh. “Mmm. Good girl.” More kisses and licks, tender and slow. “Tastes so fucking good.”