She pressed her middle finger against clit again, and she whimpered, her knees dipping and her shoulders hunching. "Duncan, why—?"
"Don't stop, Rune. Finger yourself."
She swept her finger in a slow, exploratory circle, and her eyes closed as pleasure flooded through her. "Oh god," she whimpered. "Duncan."
"Open your eyes, Smokeshow," I ordered. "Look at me while you touch yourself."
Sapphire eyes met mine, then, confused, aroused, needy. "Oh god, oh god." Her finger circled, circled, and her knees dipped in time with the movement of her finger. "Dunc—oh—oh, oh god. Oh god."
I tossed the blanket aside totally, then, baring my fully erect cock. She bit her lip and whimpered at the sight of my arousal.
"Duncan, I…I want—" her words cut off as a shudder rippled through her, forcing her to hunch forward and bend at the knees, gasping. "Oh—fuck!"
"Don’t come, yet, Rune."
"I—I can't stop it."
"Not yet," I said. "Hold it off."
She whimpered again, her finger flying over her clit, now, knees dipping, tits swaying and bouncing, hair loose and wild and kinked from the braid, mouth open, eyes wide and locked on me. "I need to come, Duncan. I can't—I can't hold out anymore."
"Yes, you can." Her eyes closed, and I growled. "Eyes open. Don't look away from me."
She hissed, locking those big sapphire eyes on mine, her whole body bucking and hunching and dipping as she fingered herself to orgasm and yet fought off the release.
"Dunc, please," she whispered. "Please. I need to come. I can't—Oh god, oh god, I can't— I can't stop it!" Almost crouching now as her legs threatened to give out, she threw her head back and keened through gritted teeth. "Duncan! Please!"
"Come here."
She ran across the room, crawling up my body, grasping my cock in one hand and reaching for the condoms on the table beside me.
"Ah ah," I scolded, gripping her hips and lifting her away from me, dragging her up my body as I scooted down flat. "Not yet."
She knelt astride my chest, inky black hair wild around her face and shoulders, staring down at me as I guided her over my face. She fell forward, catching herself on the headboard.
I swept my tongue up her seam, and she gasped, bucking at the initial slide against her sensitive flesh. When I drove my tongue against the hard nub of her clit, she lost it, throwing her head back and letting out a low, guttural groan of bliss.
“Yes, Duncan," she growled. "Yes, oh god, yes."
“Now you can come, Rune."
My words were a trigger.
She came with a scream, bucking against my mouth as I fused my lips around her clit and thrashed her with my tongue, rubbing my stubble against her thighs as I shook my head from side to side. Honey essence flooded my mouth as she came, release soaking through her. She screamed again, both hands gripping the headboard as she rode my mouth, grinding on my face.
"Fuck!" she hissed, as the orgasm kept her shaking and riding, bucking on my face as I clutched her ass and helped her move. "Duncan!"
I thrust my tongue inside her dripping entrance, tasting her juices and growling at the flavor of her. She screamed again when I slid two fingers inside her, hooking them to massage her G-spot, and now she sat upright, back arching, tits thrusting forward, head thrown back as she rubbed and ground and bucked against my mouth and fingers.
"Holy fuck, Duncan!" She wailed, the orgasm wrenching her into helpless paroxysms. "Duncan! Oh god, oh god."
She collapsed forward, gasping and panting and sweating as she shuddered through the aftershocks. I grabbed a condom and ripped it open with my teeth.
"Rune."
She forced her eyes open. "Hmmm?"
"Put this on me."
