Page 13 of Resisting the Temptation
I refrain from lavishing her breasts the way I want, she’s already begged so sweetly for me to let her come, and I’m a man of my word. “Good girl. You may come as many times as you can while I’m down here enjoying myself.”
“Thank you, Sir.”
Not wanting to wait any longer, I lean in and lick the arousal from between her lips and groan as her sweet, tangy flavor dances across my tastebuds. She’s got such a unique, earthy taste, and I’m ravenous for more.
My tongue circles her hard clit, and she bucks her hips up at the sensation. I use one of my arms to pin down her pelvis so I can continue my feast, sucking on the little nub while she moans and writhes beneath me.
“Oh, Sir.Fuck.”
I pop off of her to say, “Such a dirty word to come out of such a pretty mouth.” Then take two fingers and slowly insert them, crooking them to find that rough spot that will surely push her over the edge.
“Oh my God!” she moans, trying to buck her hips again, but they’re still trapped under my arm.
“Not God,Dulzura,just me.”
I thrust my fingers against that spot inside her and flick her clit rapidly with my tongue. Within seconds, her pussy clamps my fingers in a vice grip, and she screams asshe comes. I don’t stop my assault, I want to see if she’ll squirt for me, so I continue my ministrations.
“Sir, I can’t—”
“Youcan.Give me more,Dulzura.”
“Sir, Ican’t.”
“You know the word to make this stop. Say it, and I’ll stop.”
I wait, still slowly pumping inside her. She doesn’t say “red” or “yellow,” so I pick up my pace and lap at her clit again.
I could stay down here for hours and hours if I thought her sweet body could handle it. One day, I’ll overstimulate her to the point of exhaustion, but I have to remind myself she’s still new to this.
I pump my fingers faster, then take her swollen nub between my teeth and bite it gently, which does the trick. She comes with a scream, and I’m rewarded with a rush of wetness hitting my chest, face, and arm.
I take my mouth off her so I can pepper her with praises while I slow the speed of my fingers, working her through her orgasm.
When she finally stops pulsing around my fingers, I pull them out and make eye contact with her, then put them in front of her face. “Taste how sweet you are,Dulzura.”
She wraps those plump lips around my middle and ring finger, swirling her tongue, sucking off her own arousal while keeping eye contact with me. It’s enough to almost make me come in my pants.
When I retract my hand, she licks around her lips to gather the last remnants off them.
I notice then she still has her hands behind her head on the chaise, gripping the leather like a lifeline.
“You did such a good job, honey. You listened so well and came beautifully,” I coo, scooping her up.
She opens her mouth—probably to protest—but quickly shuts it again, then whispers, “Thank you, Sir.”
I lay her on the soft sheets of the bed while I find wipes to clean her up, then grab a bottle of water for her. After I’ve gently cleaned the dampness from her thighs and she’s downed half the bottle, I lie down next to her and pull her back against my front.
I’m still hard as stone—fully clothed while she’s naked—and my cock prods her ass as she scoots back. She gasps, but I ignore it. I can take care of myself later—and I definitely will, over and over again as I replay tonight.
After about ten minutes of cuddling, her breathing turns steady, so I tuck a strand of hair behind her ear and lean in, taking in her smell. Whatever perfume or lotion she’s got on smells like summer. Fruity and sweet with a woodsy undertone.
It’s intoxicating and seductive, just like the woman in my arms.
“Are you feeling up for talking about tonight?” I whisper in her ear.
She rolls over and faces me. “A-are we done with the scene?”
“Yes. This is the aftercare part. Even though our scene wasn’t as intense as it could have been, I still need to take care of you after. Help you come down gently.”
