Chapter 45
Ivan
Edging The Blade
She swallowed hard andstared at her hand covering me. My mind was going to explode. The way the warmth of her soft hand engulfed me as she tried to encircle my cock made me groan. I continued the upstroke, pushing her little hand up with mine.
As we paused at the tip, she swirled her thumb around and gathered more of my abundant precum. She teased me as I stroked back down my shaft. Then her hand was joining mine again and we pumped together. Up and down in rhythm, mixing our lubrication.
“You could get some more, if you’d like. I have plenty.”
She confidently lay back and looked down at her pussy, knowing I couldn’t resist. She spread her lips wide with her fingers and cocked her head to the side in a challenge.Little shit. I shook my head and chuckled.
Ever so slowly, I reached over and teased her. I let my middle finger touch the offered pink wetness. I started right below her hood, trailing my touch lower. Our eyes locked, and I rimmed her entrance before pressing two fingers into her warm, wet heat.
A guttural moan sounded from deep within her throat as she arched her back. I pressed my fingers in deeper, feeling the walls of her aching pussy squeeze and grip me. She was pulling me in deeper.
Instinctively, I found what I was looking for—the ever-so-sensitive G-spot on the front wall. Pressing with gentle firmness, I drew a circular pattern with my fingers, watching her closely. She bucked and stopped breathing, thrusting her hips forward.
“Oh. My. God,” she whined and breathed deeply. “Fuck, Ivan. I love it. Please don’t stop,” she begged.
Chuckling at her words, I pressed a little more firmly and continued my rhythmic pattern, matching the movement to her hips as she rocked them against my fingers. I kept going and watched as the intensity built inside her. So enthralled with watching her chase what I was building, I was surprised when her hand joined mine.
She massaged and rubbed her clit, and I adjusted my rhythm to match her movements so that what she was doing on the outside, I was doing on the inside.
“Oh fuck, I love it. Yes, my love, please. Oh god, what are you doing? Please don’t fucking stop. I’ll die. I promise this time, I will literally die if you stop. It feels so good. Oh, oh, oh,” she screamed.
“Come for me, my beautiful girl,” I said, leaning down and taking one of her nipples in my mouth.
Her pussy contracted as her orgasm hit her like a tidal wave. She threw her head back and arched beautifully into me. I pressed her pelvis and my hand into the couch. Her legs quivered, nearly out of control.
I leaned back to watch her as tears streamed down her cheeks. She writhed in pleasure for many more long seconds as a second wave of orgasms washed over her. She was calling my name over and over in a half scream, half cry.
“Okay, okay. You can stop now,” she panted.
“No, I want more,” I growled, and she whimpered.
I chuckled as she gave way to my touch. She once more let go under my fingers and then collapsed, spent. Her limp legs twitched beautifully.
“No more, my love. It’s too intense. Way too intense.”
I slid my fingers out from between her legs and brushed her now tired and sensitive pussy with my fingers. She shuddered and sighed contentedly. I lay back as she sat up and opened her eyes.
“Ivan, can I touch you now?” she asked, her voice forlorn.
“I told you no. I gave you a freebie there.” I once more began stroking my cock.
She aptly studied my movements, biting her lip as she watched me play with my balls with my left hand. The smell of her arousal and the wetness from her pussy on my fingers drove me crazy. I squeezed right below the tip and ran my hand over the head as she looked on greedily.
“It makes me hot, watching you like this. There’s nothing sexier than watching a man stroke his cock. You’re magnificent, Blade. I could watch you for days,” she breathed.
Moaning, I closed my eyes as she continued talking. “I can’t wait to watch you come. To see your face tense and hear you groan. You’re close, aren’t you?” she asked, fascinated with the visual before her.
“I am, but it feels so fucking good, I don’t want to stop.”
“Then don’t. Stroke it harder for me. Mmm, that’s good, tease the tip now.”
She’d flipped the script on me once more and was talking me through it. And I lost myself in the vulnerability of stroking myself off. The pleasure of knowing she loved watching had me weak. Like putty in her hands, I surrendered to the little shit.
