Then his hand slips beneath the waistband of my pants and my breath catches hard.
His palm settles over the thin barrier of my underwear, and the warmth of him there makes my thoughts scatter completely.
The kiss changes, it’s not slow anymore..... It’s claiming and demanding, like he’s reminding exactly who’s in control here.
In a blink of an eye he climbs up on top of and I wrap my legs around his waist, pulling him down fully against . I can feel him, solid and hard, and it makes a low sound teaar from my throat before I can swallow it back.
His fingers move with purpose now, testing and teasing em for every reaction like he’s been studying for years.
My heart is hamring so loud I can hear it in my own ears.
He slips lower and my entire body tightens.
When his hand finally presses exactly where I need it, in my aching wet pussy I gasp and break the kiss, my head falling back against the pillow. The sensation is overwhelmin.
"Zane..."
He doesn’t answer, he adds pressure instead.
My wrists pull instinctively against the cuffs as pleasure spikes through . The restraint makes it worse. I can’t grab him, can’t anchor myself.
I’m completely open and completely at his rcy.
His fingers circles my clit and move in slow circles at first, then firr.
I can’t stop the moans that leaves my mouth.
My hips lift, chasing him and needing more.
Just I feel my orgasm start to course through , he changes the rhythm without warning, pushing right to the edge of sothing that feels like it might shatter then taking it back.
My legs tighten around him.
"I want to touch you," I breathe, desperate now. "Please."
He shifts, pressing his mouth to my ear, hsi voice is low.
"Not yet."
I whimper softly at that, even his voice is doing things to .
His fingers move again, entering this ti and curling up to hit my g-spot, my entire body responds. Mt back arches off the bed and my breathing turns uneven with every nerve in feeling like it’s been set on fire.
Fuck! I’m so close, so painfully close again.
And he knows it.
"Zane," I whisper, barely holding on. "Don’t stop, please don’t stop."
His thumb presses to my clit lightly strumming it while finger fucking the shit out of and my vision blurs.
My toes curl and just as I tip over the edge of my orgasm.....
He withdraws his fingers from my pussy completely.
The loss of his fingers in hits like ice water.
"No," I breathe, shaking. "No, no..."
He lifts his head and looks down at , giving a wicked grin. My body is still trembling. My wrists pull uselessly against the tal, my chest rising and falling too fast.
His touch is feather-light when he leans over again. I tense as his weight settles between my legs again, the mattress dipping under him. The scent of him....clean skin, faint soap, and that dark woodsy scent of his floods my senses. It’s dizzying and my body reacts before my pride can catch up, heat rushing low and , pooling in places that are already too sensitive.
"Relax," he murmurs, like that’s even possible now.
I feel his mouth ghost over my skin, just brushing over . Every light pass sends sparks racing through , my wrists flexing instinctively against the cuffs above my head. The tal reminds I have no leverage. Nowhere to go and no control over how this goes and ends.
His hand trails down my side, slow enough to make hold my breath. He doesn’t rush, he never rushes and I hate that my body knows that pattern now.
He takes a nipple into his mouth and slowly moves his hands slowly down to where I need him most. He pushes two fingers into , slowly fucking my already sensitive cunt, in an almost sensual way. The lewd sounds coming from my wet pussy makes my cheeks heat in embarrassnt. Zane adds another finger stretching whole and my body short circuits, his touch becos more intentional, more focused, the first wave hits fast and hard. My back arches off the bed without permission while I chant his na like his a god.
He knows exactly where to press, exactly how long to linger. The pleasure spikes hot and bright, climbing quicker than I expect. My breath turns ragged. I feel it cresting...tightening in my stomach, pulling everything inward d.
"Zane..." I gasp.
And then he stops suddenly.
The absence is violent, it’s like being dropped from a height. My body jerks, confused, still chasing sothing that’s no longer there. I pant, trying to steady myself, but the denied release leaves shaking.
"No," I whisper, my voice thin. "Don’t do that. Please don’t do that."
He says nothing.
I hear him shift slightly, feel the brush of his fingers along my hip, soothing but not enough. Never enough.
My body slowly settles. The tight coil inside loosens just enough to breathe again. My pulse eases
And then he starts over.
Slower this ti and more deliberate.
He brings back to the edge like he’s guiding there by hand. Every touch calculated. Every reaction studied. I feel exposed in a way that has nothing to do with the cuffs.
My breathing turns uneven again,’my thighs trembling while my fingers curl uselessly in the air above my head.
The third build is worse because I know what’s coming, I know he’s going to take it away again. But that doesn’t stop my body from rising to et him.
"Please," I whisper, not even sure what I’m asking for anymore.
The pressure Increases and my hips lift involuntarily, chasing him, desperate.
I’m so close...so so close, I can feel it in my bones.
And again...
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