For a man who demanded so much, he had acquired a terrible patience in how he teased me. Gently, he rolled his mouth up my smooth skin. On each inch he left a simple kiss. The distance felt like miles by the time he got to my knee. Wrong direction, I thought in a haze.
No. Drezden knew what he was doing.
Back down he went, slower than before. His casual control tugged at my center. My clit was throbbing already. In the blackness of my room, I heard my frantic breathing. Could someone go insane from being tormented like this?
He was on my opposite leg, licking the top of my calf, when I broke. “Stop teasing me,” I sobbed.
Stubble raked my skin, his chin dragging down until he hovered just over my shaking pussy. I was hyper aware; his words could have been fingers on my slit. “Stop?” He inhaled; sharp, precise. “Lola, I haven't even started.”
Biting my lip didn't stifle my whimper.
His hands came down hard on the insides of my legs. He spread them until I was taut, a violin string he could easily snap. The tip of his nose brushed deliberately down the front of my soaked panties, nudging the swelling node of my clit.
Maybe I'm still asleep. My lashes fluttered, nails curling in the sheets. Maybe this is a dream.
Kissing my stomach, he glided the hard muscles of his torso across mine. Climbing upwards, his weight settled, the bed creaking. His jaw angled down to kiss me; I met him halfway.
My tongue danced with his. His hips crushed on mine, making the firm shape of his engorged cock plain as day. The heat of it seared my lower belly. "Fuck," I whispered. I couldn't keep myself from bucking up against him.
Drezden played his long fingers under me. My spine led the way until he had the globes of my ass in his grip, kneading me, shaping me. I'd lost control already, but the carnal hunger in me became all I knew.
I rocked hard against him, tried to pull him towards me with my dripping pussy. The wetness down my thighs was audible, every movement of Drezden's stiff cock increasing the volume. Still, he didn't give in, didn't slide aside my panties or his briefs, nothing.
Couldn't he tell how much I needed him? Didn't he understand my desperation?
When I reached down, trying to yank his underwear off, he just chuckled. “In a rush?”
“You keep doing this,” I said, working at the cloth. “Teasing me, making me crazy! Isn't it hard to hold back? Is it just me that feels so—so unhinged?”
My arms were crushed over my head. I couldn't recover before he bent low, kissing me until my mouth was numb. Everything that helped me make sense of my existence fled. I lost gravity, floating until Drezden let me go.
His green eyes simmered inches from me. “Of course it isn't just you. I fight every minute of every day to keep myself from ripping your panties down to your ankles so I can sink my dick inside of you.” I gasped sharply; he'd rubbed his raging erection between my thighs. “I work so hard to control what I do to you, Lola.” His voice dropped, a rock that vanished in the sea. “I take my time because anything less... and I'd lose myself. I wouldn't be able to stop.”
That honesty should have terrified me.
Hooking my legs around his lower back, I pulled him closer. “Do it,” I whispered, nipping his lip before he could lean away. What did he see in my eyes? I could only imagine. “Fucking lose yourself, let go with me.”
I saw his teeth in the dark. The next sound was my shout of surprise; he'd torn my panties off in a rush. “You're bold.” He cut off any words I had left with a throttling kiss. I dragged in air as he pulled away. “You get under my skin so good. No,” he said, winding his hand in my hair. “Deeper than that. You get inside of me.”
I wanted to touch him, to run my hands over his shirt, under it, mauling his skin. I almost begged him. The words were on my tongue.
The thick head of his dick, rubbing along my puffy lower lips, shut me up. He had himself in his fist, saturating the smooth tip of his cock with my wetness. No condom, I thought in distant panic. In one motion, he filled me to the brim.