Page 34 of Love Deep
All too soon, she’s shuddering on my tongue, rocking against my face like she can’t get enough, and then she explodes, her body limp and lifeless as she falls back down to earth.
I crawl back up her body and cage her in on either side of her face. “Now, you can have that one for free. You wereso wet. You needed it so badly. But next time, you won’t come without asking. Do you hear?”
Her chest heaves between us, and our gazes are locked.
“Really?” she asks eventually.
I nod. “Really. You can’t come without my permission.”
Is my need to control her orgasm a kink? Maybe. But itisa need. It’s a requirement I have of her.
I kneel, take the condom, and roll it on. I have to get inside her. I need to feel her around me the next time she comes.
“You ready?” I ask.
She nods. She looks like she’s not entirely sure.
“It’s going to be good,” I assure her. “So good.”
She nods again, and I hold her gaze as I slowly slide into her.
She’s so. Fucking. Tight. When I’m as deep as I can get, I exhale, trying to gather myself. I don’t know how long I’ve got.
“You feel so perfect, Juniper.”
She threads her hands into the back of my hair, and it feels so intimate; it provokes such a feeling of familiarity, of closeness, that for a moment it feels like I’ve known her an entire lifetime, and I will know her for another.
“You too,” she whispers.
I start to move. Slowly pulling out of her. Her mouth falls open in a silent cry. I try and create a rhythm, but it’s stuttering. She’s so beautiful it almost hurts. So delicate and warm and familiar and entirely new. She feels so soft and tight at the same time. It’s hard to focus.
She shifts underneath me and moans, and I still, my jaw tight. It’s too much. It hits me right in the center of myself. I’m on the edge, and there’s no room to move before I fall. I’m so acutely aware of her pleasure, and it’s so necessary tomy own. It’s never felt like this before. I’m so completely in tune with her. It’s like I can see what’s inside her head.
I pull out to give myself a little room to breathe. I need to gather myself.
“I’m close again,” she says.
“Me too,” I say on an exhale. “What are you doing to me?”
A small smile lifts the corners of her mouth. “Fisher,” she says, like she doesn’t quite believe what I’m saying.
“I mean it.” I shake my head, incredulous. “You’re… wonderful.”
I push inside her again, and this time, I know I can’t stop until we’re both there. I won’t be able to. I won’t have the self-control.
Something animalistic inside me takes over, and I slam into her over and over. I feel her body tense.
Through gritted teeth, I hiss, “Ask me.”
My breaths come short and ragged and our eyes meet. A line appears between her eyebrows, like she’s really trying to focus, like she’s doing everything she can not to climax.
“Ask me,” I growl, louder this time.
“Please,” she says.
“Please what?” I reply, slamming into her again, making her scream.
“Please, can I come? Please, can I come?” Her expression is desperate.
