wandered down to her center, and a restless finger crept through the bit of dark, curly hair there to prod at her lips.
“No,” Eric said firmly. He peeled off his boxer-briefs and his hard cock sprung out, bouncing against his belly before he knelt on the bed and crawled up towards her. “That’s for me to do.”
Lydia held her tongue, biting hard on her lip. She was helpless as Eric grabbed her wrist and gently put it back above her head. He leaned down and kissed her again with great determination, his tongue curling around hers. She gasped when she felt his cock pressing at her belly, and just as quickly he pulled back again.
“Going to take my time,” he murmured. “Thought about this for so long, Liddy…”
I’m not going to cry, Lydia thought. Even if the tears were ones of relief. She bit her lip hard, swallowing the lump in her throat, and didn’t answer.
Sure enough, Eric explored her body as if he were slowly unveiling a long sought after treasure. He kissed the corner of her mouth and worked his way down the delicate line of her jaw to her throat as he tangled his hands in her thick hair. She threw a leg over his, helpless to remain unmoving while he took his time pleasuring her, and she delighted in the faintly rough bristle along his legs against the smooth hairless skin of her calf as their legs rubbed together. It was oddly satisfying.
Eric mouthed at her throat as if it were made of candy. She hummed and squirmed, intent on letting him know he was doing fine and yet she was eager. But he wouldn’t hurry up for her. His hands stayed in her hair for a bit before they finally worked their way down to her shoulders, squeezing gently as he tenderly sank his teeth into her throat, sucking a hickey there and just as quickly licking it better.
Eric’s hands were somehow magic. She felt like a cool stick of butter slowly melting under his palms as they made the journey down her body, stopping to cup her breasts and massage the soft, plump mounds of flesh. He sat back a little, his mouth red and swollen from his attention to her neck. His eyes were wide and wild as he watched her lying naked before him. He tweaked her nipples and she yelped and giggled.
He groaned at the sound of her laugh and kissed her again, his mouth sliding along her skin down to her breasts where he took a bright pink nipple into his mouth, wetly kissing it. He watched it pebble and bit gently and she gasped, her leg sliding along his, urging him on. She hummed, vibrating with aching desire.
It was as if Eric was playing an instrument as his palm slid further down her body and each muscle quivered under his touch. He raked his fingers through the dusting of dark hair at her entrance and she hissed, wanton, as she arched up against his hand.
“I-I want it,” Lydia pleaded. “Eric...please. Please touch me…”
His voice had dropped a couple octaves and it was thick when he said, “You want me to make you come?”
“Yes…”
The way he said it…She shut her eyes, trembling, as she nodded. He slid one thick finger inside her and she hummed, accepting it, writhing as a second finger joined and he began to earnestly thrust his digits in and out of her. He knew exactly what he was doing to her, she thought. He was making her wait. His cock was pressing against her side, hot and firm. She could feel slippery pre-cum painting her skin. Eric licked her left breast that he had so far ignored, wetting it and making it slippery and cold in the air before he massaged it with one hand as his other fingered her, slowly and deliberately making her arch and cry out, desperate for more and more.
“Eric…”
“What?” he asked in his husky tenor. “Isn’t that good?”
He kept coming temptingly close to her throbbing and swollen clit, only to sneak his fingers away again, lazily exploring the wet folds of her pussy that flexed around his hand, attempting to capture him.
Tears slid down her cheeks and she gripped the pillow behind her head with white knuckles. Crying for this, she didn’t mind so much. Even though it was torture. She wondered if it really was revenge of a certain kind.
“Do you want…?” Finally, the pads of his fingers prodded at