he did my nipples. With each touch, a zap of energy shocks me.
I tug on his hair, lapping up the pleasure given so freely by this man.
Just as I can taste the orgasm, he stops.
He stands, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand as I scramble to figure out what’s going on.
My body is on fire, the spot between my legs the center of the flames. I can do nothing, think of nothing other than satisfying the ache between my thighs.
“I tell you what,” I say, dragging in oxygen like my life depends on it. “If you don’t make me come, I’m going to do it myself.”
He laughs, his eyes hooded. “Don’t you even think about it.”
“I’m already thinking about it,” I say, cocking my head to the side. “I’m dying over here.”
“Oh, really?” He drops his pants and boxer briefs to the floor. His cock stands painfully erect, a drop of pre-cum on the tip. “You think you’re dying?”
“That’s not helping anything,” I grumble, watching his cock swell under my gaze.
My thighs clench, sticking together from the wetness. I don’t realize I’m reaching down there until he snags my hand out of the air.
“I said, don’t,” he says, closing the distance between us. “I get to make you feel good tonight.”
My knees buckle. “Then do it.”
“You’re so impatient.”
“I hope you take this long when you’re fucking me.”
His eyes fly open, his mouth parting. “You’re mean.”
I sigh. “We’ve argued before, Trevor. Now let’s do something we’ve not done before. Please.”
I’m aware I sound like I’m whining. Maybe I am. Maybe I don’t care.
He kisses me once, sweetly this time, before finding a condom in the pool of fabric at his feet. The wrapper crinkles before it’s tossed to the side, and I watch him slide the protection down his thick shaft. I rid myself of my panties as I watch the show in front of me.
“All right,” he says. “Last chance to say no.”
“No.”
He swallows hard. “Really?”
“No, not really.” I roll my eyes. “Yes. Really. Fuck. Me. Now.”
A guttural sound emits from his throat as he grips my hips and sets me on the table. The metal is cool, the edges sharp as the backs of my thighs bend over them.
“Lie back.” He puts a hand behind my head until I’m lying flat. One of my legs is raised, then both, and placed over his shoulders.
I suck in a breath as the tip of his cock sits at my opening. It spreads me apart, but not enough.
“Trevor—ah!”
He slides into me with one quick thrust. My eyes fall to the back of my head as my body expands around his size.
He fills me completely, even more than that, and I brace myself as he begins to pull out.
I grip the edge of the table. He pauses before pushing inside me again.
“Oh, my God.” He growls as he slides out. “You’re fucking incredible.”
“Yes,” I gush.
“Yes?” He chuckles.
“Okay. Fine. You too,” I say, rolling my hips for more contact. “Whatever you need me to say, pretend I said it and—shit.”
He hits the back this time, completely seated in my body, and my insides pulse around him. He groans as I tighten around his length before he moves again.
My body squeaks against the table as he finds a rhythm. The metal burns at my back, keeping me aware that I’m naked, on a table, in his dad’s wife’s greenhouse.
But I don’t care. All I care about is reaching the climax of an orgasm that I’ve needed all night.
“Right there,” I tell him, each syllable getting louder. “Yes, Trevor. Right there.”
He picks up the pace, his cock delivering another hit as soon as I rebound from the one before. My fingers are on fire from the sharp edge of the table, my thighs heavy from the impending orgasm.
“Trevor . . .”
“Hold on,” he mutters.
I do. Just in time.
“Oh, my God!” My body stiffens, my back arching off the table as a shock of ecstasy floods my body. He presses on my stomach with his hand to keep me still as he comes apart under the soft light above.
His eyes squeeze shut, his teeth clenched so hard I can see the strain in the sides of his neck. His hips thrust against my legs as he finds his moment of pleasure.
Too soon, the only sound around us is our ragged breaths. When he opens his eyes, he grins.
I’m limp, my body having given up all strength and energy. Keeping my eyes open is hard.