“I want to try something before I ride you,” I say between kisses, and he lets out an agreeing moan.
“Anything you want.”
We move over to the couch where I push him down and spread his legs. I settle between them, my knees on the carpet and my lips curled into a smile. Leonard watches me with curiosity, clearly unsure about what I’m doing. I simply pull my dress over my head, leaving me in a set of black lace panties and a matching bra. His head drops back as a low groan leaves him, and I wish I knew what was going through his head. So, I ask.
“I’m wondering how I got so bloody lucky to have the sexiest woman in the world kneeling in front of me in a matching lace set,” Leonard explains, his hand cupping my chin. “I’m wondering what I’ve done to deserve you,” he goes on while I run my hands up his thighs, wishing away his pants and boxers. “Most of all, I’m hoping I will never lose you, ever. I wasn’t lying when I said you were everything to me, Chiara. I meant every word,” he says and kisses me, for a moment distracting me completely from everything I’ve planned to do. His tongue slips into my mouth, sending a wave of pleasure through me.
“Leonard,” I pant out, trying to push him back to refocus. When he doesn’t budge, I place my hand on his groin, pressing ever so slightly.
“Fuck,” he moans, and I smile against his mouth.
“Lean back,” I command, and he obeys when I palm him through his pants again.
“Good God, Chiara, you’re torturing me,” he says with a laugh, grinding himself against my hand. “Is that what you like? Teasing me? Do you want me to beg?” he asks, and I lick my lips before smiling up at him.
“Yes.”
A smirk tugs on his lips as I sit up on my knees and guide his hands behind his back. I tell him to keep them there and then work on removing his pants and boxers. He lifts himself off the couch to help me, so I tug them down and then pull them off completely. Leonard’s naked body is on full display for me, making my mouth water. He’s perfect, and as much as I want to take him in my mouth or touch him, I don’t do anything. I study his smooth, tattooed skin, watch the way his arms flex as he tries his best to keep them behind his back, and smile at the restraint it takes for him not to touch me.
“Beg,” I say and lower my fingers until they disappear in my panties. He lets out a groan, his hands reaching for me. “No.” Another groan leaves him.
“Chiara,” he says, but I shake my head, rubbing my clit and moaning.
“Beg,” I repeat, pleasure coursing through me as I grind against my fingers.
“Please. Please touch me,” he pleads, and I remove my fingers from my pussy to wrap them around his cock. “God,” he moans and drops his head against the back of the couch.
“Don’t come until I allow you to,” I say, and his eyes fly open before he stares down at me.
“I told you that you come first in every way, Chiara. I won’t come until you do,” he replies, and I smirk at him. That sounds almost like a challenge.
“We’ll see,” is all I say before guiding his cock under the front of my bra and between my tits.
“Shit,” he moans as I press them together, trapping his hard length between my breasts. Then, I rub up and down in a steady motion, darting out my tongue to circle the tip of his cock every few seconds. The muscles in his arms flex again as he uses every bit of restraint not to touch me.
“You’re doing so well for me,” I praise, keeping my tits pressed together and moving up and down to jerk him off.
My clit is begging me to find anything to rub against because having him under my complete control is by far the hottest thing I’ve ever experienced. Goosebumps have covered me everywhere. Fire is licking up my spine until flames envelop me completely. I’m dripping with arousal from seeing the way Leonard’s back arches and feeling him thrust himself up in perfect harmony with my movements.
“Please, ride me, Chiara. Don’t make me finish this way,” he begs, another moan leaving him as I let out a mean chuckle.
“But I want you to, baby. Come for me,” I say, picking up my speed until he’s calling out my name. His fingers appear on each side of him on the couch, digging into the material.
“Fucking hell,” he says breathlessly, fighting to keep from orgasming. He lasts several moments longer, so I decide to give in and give him what he wants. After one more kiss to the head of his cock, I release him and lean back.
“Condom?” I ask, noticing his chest rising and falling abruptly.
“Jeans. Back left pocket,” he says, reaching for me again.
“No touching,” I remind him, and he bites down on his bottom lip to hide his smile. He likes me being in control probably as much as I enjoy it.
I roll the condom down his cock, watching him squirm a little underneath my touch. He’s hot and thick, causing my insides to twist and turn from anticipation. I stand up straight, his eyes glued to my body as I close the distance between us and straddle his lap. My thighs are on either side of him, and I hover over his cock, my core tensing with need at the feel of his tip pressed against my panties.
“Stop teasing,” he complains, but I press down on his shoulders, still hovering. One of my hands wraps around the base of his cock, keeping him firmly in place against my covered pussy.
“But I’m having so much fun,” I reply, pulling my lips into a mocking pout. He smiles up at me, his eyes glistening with something I wish I could identify.
“Have all the fun you want, sweetheart, as long as my cock’s inside of you while you have it.”How could I resist him?
