“Don’t you dare stop.”With her free hand, she reaches back to claw at my thigh, trying to bring me closer.
I pin that hand to the counter, too.“I’m in charge, baby.Not you.If I want you to wait for your orgasm like a good girl, you will.”
She whines, all frustration and protest.
“I want to know exactly where to aim in this sweet pussy.So let’s try some different angles.”
“You had it already—you could’ve just kept going.”
I kiss her ear and give the lobe a gentle bite.“Patience, baby.”
She growls in frustration, and I chuckle.
Systematically, I try out different strokes.Two to three times with each angle.Experimenting.Listening for sounds of her enjoyment.Feeling that tell-tale clench of her inner muscles, squeezing in approval.
She gasps.“Yes—right there.Daddy—please?—”
I keep moving at that angle, continuing my agonizingly slow pace.We’re sweaty.My legs are shaking with the effort of holding back.Leah’s hands flex within mine.
“Going to come, sweetheart?”I pump hard with each word.
“Yes!”
I stare at her tattoo, losing myself in it so I don’t come before Leah.Stroke after stroke, I hit the same spot.She tightens around my cock.So fucking close.
“Comenow.”I let go of her hand, find her clit, and pinch.
Her triumphant scream echoes in the kitchen.The tight vise of her pussy causes my own climax.A violent, squeezing release blazes through me like a fucking wildfire.
I empty into her, grabbing her hips to hold her tight against me.“Fuck—Leah—fuck?—”
I’m totally lost in her.My sense of self, erased.For weeks, I’ve wondered about my urge to claim her.It isn’t only sexual—it’s spiritual.I want to claim her, I realize, becauseshehasme.I’m hers.
The realization isn’t comfortable.It’s fucking scary.But it’s one of the truest thoughts I’ve ever had.
Finally depleted, I brace my arms against the counter so I don’t squish her.I kiss her shoulder.“You okay?”
“I’m amazing.”Her pussy gives a reflexive squeeze.
I marvel at the woman in front of me.Her skin bears a sheen of sweat.I want to lick every drop, but I settle with kissing the back of her neck.
“Tell me about your tattoo.”I stroke over the ink.“You got it in college, right?”
“Yeah.I saved for it, as soon as I got a part-time job.I thought the design was really pretty.”
I wait for more of an explanation.
Leah shrugs.
I don’t think that’s the full answer, but we just had amazing sex.I don’t want to ruin the moment.I kiss her tattoo and ease out of her, wincing at how sensitive my dick is.If I stayed in her, I could probably go again in a few minutes.But the condom is already used, and her stomach growls.
I laugh.“Hungry?My cock wasn’t enough for you?”
She spins in my arms and grins.“You didn’t let me swallow.So yeah, I’m still hungry.”
“Next time.”I trace the outline of her lips with my fingertip.“First, food.”
We put on our clothes and cook together, making breakfast for dinner.After we eat and clean the kitchen, we each take a beer to the back deck overlooking the lake.I drag two chairs together so Leah and I can sit close.
