Page 58 of Riot Reunion
“You wanna fuck my hand, Elodie? Is that it?” I kiss her roughly, growling approvingly as she jerks up against my palm again. “So fucking needy? So hungry? So desperate for more of me?”
She manages to make a small, urgent sound. I allow her some more oxygen, and my beautiful Little E whimpers some more. “You’re driving me crazy,” she hisses.
“Not yet, I’m not. Just wait.”
I move my hand faster between her legs.
I cut off her air supply.
Her legs lock up, her hands clawing at the bed, at my thigh, desperate for something to hold on to. She’s about to come. Moments away. Seconds away.
I pull my hand away.
I let her draw a breath.
Two breaths.
Three.
“Fuck!” she cries out. “Fuck! Oh my god. Please, Wren!”
“Patience.” With none of my own, I tear her jeans down her legs. Off her body. Her panties follow right after. “Open your legs,” I command. I rub my fingers against the taut bundle of nerves at the apex of her thighs again for the briefest of moments—wait for her to suck down a deep, surprised breath, and then I close my hand around her throat again, thrusting my fingers inside her at the same time.
Shock chases across Elodie’s face. Her back bows up, up, up…
“You want me to fuck you with my fingers?”
Unable to do anything else, she nods frantically.
“How badly?” I demand.
She can’t reply verbally, so her body answers for her. Her hips rock back, then drive forward; she grinds her pussy into my hand, moaning as the friction between our bodies intensifies. She wants this so fucking bad. I’ll give her what she needs.Eventually.
Ripping my hand away, Elodie thrashes, almost sobbing with frustration. “Please. Shit, Wren. Please. I can’t take…it…any…more.”
“You can. Youwill,” I assure her. “You haven’t begged nearly enough.”
“I’m losing my mind. God, please. I’m so close…”
Satisfaction rolls through me in hot waves. The things I’m going to do to this girl. “You’re only close because I allow it.Idecide when you’ve had enough teasing.Idecide when you can’t take it anymore. You’ll wait because it pleases me to make you wait. Are you gonna behave yourself for me?”
She makes an uncertain, desperate sound. She doesn’t give me the answer that I need. Oh, Elodie. Elodie, Elodie, Elodie. She should know better thanthat. I wind her hair around my hand, yanking her head back. “Look at me.”
I can see her pulse racing in the hollow of her throat. Her eyes whip to mine, locking onto me. Fuck, I need to get out of these jeans right fucking now; my dick is so hard it fuckinghurts. My need to be balls deep inside her comes close to outweighing my need to tease the hell out of her. What kind of asshole would I be if I took my own satisfaction so quickly, though, when I’ve made her wait so long?
“Are you gonna wait like a good girl?” I demand again.
“Yes,” she whispers.
“All right, then.”
Time slows, flowing like honey. Elodie enters a frenzied trance as I toy with her, stroking her pussy, rolling the wet bud of her clit beneath my fingers, then sliding them inside her, finger fucking her until she’s on the verge of screaming.
By the time I bend over her, settling myself between her legs, and I finally allow myself to taste her, she’s bordering on hysterical.
Good. I want her fucking delirious. I want this to be the most explosive, most catastrophic orgasm of her life…
She tastes fucking incredible. Holy fucking shit. I can’t help myself: I roll to one side as I feast on her cunt, unfastening my pants and wriggling them down, over my hips, down my legs, kicking them off once they’re low enough. A quick pause to tear my t-shirt off over my head. Another to dispose of my underwear. In less than ten seconds, I’m naked and back between her thighs, licking at her clit, relishing the panting, feral sounds Elodie is making.
