Chris shakes his head, soft groans escaping his throat with every breath he takes. “Then you need to get on my cock right now, or else I’m blowing my load.”
I move against the toy, feeling the pleasure build inside me. “If you come when I told you not to, I won’t make it nice,” I warn him.
A moan rips from his throat, and he starts to lift his hands, almost reaching for my hips. His fingers curl into fists, and then he lowers them back to the couch. “Gabi,” he pleads, his voice desperate and needy. “I can’t. Fuck. Please let me come.”
“Not yet.” I move the vibrator to rub against him harder than before, a shiver running through my body when his moans get louder. “Hold on.”
He moves his hips faster, and I can tell he’s right there. “Gabi,” he pants, his moans coming out harsher, louder. “Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.”
His hips jerk uncontrollably, and before he can stop me, I quickly pull the vibrator away, watching as his cock explodes, cum spurting all over his stomach, and my legs. He groans as he keeps coming, thrusting his hips up to try and get some friction.
“Fuck,” he cries out, unsatisfied, his hips still moving as cum ripples out of him
I trace a finger along the cum dripping on his stomach and bring it to my lips, sucking lightly on it. “A ruined orgasm,” I tut, shaking my head. “How sad.”
His breathing steadies when his orgasm settles, and he narrows his beautiful eyes at me. “You’re evil.”
“I told you to wait,” I say with a playful smile. “I warned you it wouldn’t be nice if you disobeyed me.”
He sighs heavily, running a hand down his face. “I couldn’t. You were naked in my lap, grinding on the vibrator and… Ughh.” I glance down, seeing his cock start to harden between us.
My lips pull into a smirk as I slide my fist over his hard cock. A soft whimper leaves his lips as I move my fist over him. “You’re hard already,” I muse, stroking him so slowly he groans. “You still want to fuck me?”
“Yes. Fuck yes,” he says with a nod.
I let out a sigh, moving my hand away from his dick. “I don’t know if I should let you,” I say. “You’re a bad listener.”
Chris shakes his head, letting out a heavy breath. “Please.I’ll be good.”
I arch a brow, smirking down at him. “Promise?”
“I promise,” he says, licking his lips. His hands find their way to my waist, and despite my earlier instructions, I can’t resist the feeling of his touch. His soft hands glide over my back and settle on my hips, gripping them. “I’ll be so fucking good,” he says. “Please, Gabi. Please get that soaking tight pussy over here, and sit on my cock.”
“Fuck. I love when you talk dirty,” I tell him.
His lips curl into a smile and he breathes out a laugh. “I have about a million dirty thoughts in my head right now.”
“Like what?” I ask, intrigued, scooting closer until the tip of his cock brushes against my clit.
A heavy breath leaves him. “Like, I want you to lick my cum and kiss me so I can taste it.”
A shiver runs through me, and I almost buck into him, desperate to get him inside me. But I smile and lean down, running my tongue lightly over his stomach, cleaning up all thecum he spilled. Chris lets out a grunt when I lean down further, taking the tip of his dick into my mouth.
His chest rises as he breathes hard, and I lift my head, and brush our lips together. He moans when our tongues tangle together, tasting himself, and his hands reach up, cupping my breast.
His thumb runs over my nipples, tugging on the metal bar, and he groans, ripping his mouth away from mine. “Fuck,” he says, his eyes darkening at the sight of my tits in his hands. “And these,” he says, swiping his thumb over my hard nipple. “God, I want to bite them, tug them between my teeth until you come with nothing but my mouth on your tits.”
Jesus. My pussy clenches, and I look down at him with furrowed brows, wanting him to do just that and any other thought roaming through his head. “I thought you were shy.”
He chuckles, shaking his head. “Not with you,” he says, meeting my eyes. His other hand cradles the back of my head as he pulls me closer, meeting my lips in a soft kiss. “Please come here,” he murmurs, looking down where we’re just inches apart. “I need to feel you.” His hand falls from my breast, and he fists his cock, giving it a slow, hard stroke.
“Hands off,” I say firmly. His brow furrows briefly, but withdraws his hand obediently. “That’s mine,” I affirm, replacing his hand with mine.
Chris nods, his lips parting on a gasp. “It’s yours.”
“Only I get to touch it,” I say, stroking him as he gets harder and harder in my fist.
“Only you get to touch it.”
