exasperated scream escaped her as she bucked her hips, trying to get me to move, but the only thing it earned was a sharp slap on the thigh.
“Tell me why you deserve my cock.”
She stilled, and her eyes turned inward as she tried to figure out what I wanted from her.
“I’ve been a good girl,” she whispered, head tilting so she could lick her tongue against my bicep, which was close to her mouth thanks to how I was holding her arms above her head.
“Have you?” I thought back to the phone sex, the ways she’d tried to entice me even though she wasn’t ready. “I think you’ve been bad.”
“No!” she cried, her outrage evident—mostly, I knew, because she was aware that I’d punish her for that in a way which would leave her desperate and pleading with me.
“Yes. You teased me, Aoife. You know what happens to dirty little cockteasers?”
She licked her lips. “They get punished?”
“They get no rewards.”
A moan escaped her. “No, Finn, please, I need you.”
“I’m glad to hear it,” I whispered, brushing a kiss over her mouth. When she tried to tug me into a deeper one, I slapped her thigh again, making her yelp. “Who’s in charge here, Aoife?”
“Y-You.”
“Remember that.”
And with that, I began to fuck her.
Not the rough thrusts I wanted, because I was still scared about her wound—three months of being careful was a hard habit to break—but deep and slow, movements I knew she’d enjoy.
As the tight clasp of her pussy worked its magic on me, it was like being reborn as I made love to my wife.
I felt the way my body responded to hers, to her submission, and I felt like I was flying. After the last twenty hours, I needed this feeling. I needed her to help me forget the shit that was on my shoulders. I needed her to remind me that she was mine and I was hers. No matter who or what tried to get in our way. The past, the present, none of it mattered as we raced toward the future together.
Inevitably, my pace sped up, but I did nothing to drag her to orgasm. Her eyes pleaded with me, but I ignored the whispers and whimpers, intent on one thing and one thing alone—getting off.
When I was seconds away from coming, my balls tightening in response, I pulled free from her and reared up. An outraged shriek escaped her, but I motioned to my dick, which was equally as outraged at being left out in the cold. But fuck, I hadn’t suited up and I didn’t want her getting pregnant so soon—pulling out wasn’t exactly a tried and tested method, but it was all I was capable of at the moment.
“Suck me off,” I commanded. “Swallow every drop.”
She scampered onto her knees, once again showing me how much better she was, and the second her lips slid around my cock, I couldn’t hold it. I grabbed her head, took fistfuls of her hair, and began to fuck her face. As I came, spurting long ropes of seed down her throat, she swallowed it all. Accepted every drop.
Even as I roared out my release, I dragged her close. I felt her gag slightly, her hands fluttered around my thighs as she tried to deal with how much cock I was giving her, but she relaxed almost seconds later—good thing, I really didn’t care for being puked on, but I’d needed her to take everything I had to give.
When I let go of her, she fell back against the bed. Panting with exertion and need.
I stared at her, looking at the bright pink folds of her cunt, the way her limbs were shaking, her eyes desperate for everything I’d denied her, and I smiled.
She saw it and moaned. “No, Finn, no.”
“Yes, Aoife, yes,” I mocked, loving that she couldn’t predict my next move. She genuinely feared I’d leave her hanging, and on any other day, I might have. But not today. Not after I’d been so long without her.
“Please,” she pleaded, even as I dropped down and positioned my face at her cunt.
“Oh, I’ll please you all right.” And I did. I licked her clit, slurped and sucked at her. I pulled all the moves that would get her off, and each and every time, I never let her drop over the edge of the cliff I’d taken her to.
Two times.
Three.
I edged her.
And even knowing she hated me for it, it was worth it.