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With a little growl at me, he pins my hips flat against the blanket, and I have no chance but to surrender any illusion of control. I let his tongue drive into me again and again until I’m right up at the brink of another orgasm, and faint little gasps come from my mouth with each thrust.
This time, when he pulls away, I cry out faintly in frustration.
“Not yet,” he says, and my whole body trembles. I’ve never done this before. Never delayed gratification. After all, it’s only ever been me touching myself, getting myself off. It’s nothing like this. I’ve never had anyone take me right up to the edge only to stop before I come.
I bite my lower lip and try my best to settle again, my pulse still racing, as he slides a hand down between my thighs to stroke me with his fingers this time. In and out. He finds the same rhythm again, his gaze fixed on me the whole time, white hot.
“God, I love making you squirm.” He grins down at me, and even though I don’t want to give in, I can’t help it. Just the words send a shiver through me, and his smile widens as he lets out a low, deep laugh. “You are too easy to bait, Sinclair.”
My eyes flash as they meet his. “Well… you are… damn… frustrating,” I spit out, especially because at that moment, his index finger finds that sensitive spot inside my pussy again and runs across it, the pad of his finger nearly making me lose control.
I’m shaking, close to the brink of an orgasm all over again.
He pulls his fingertip out of me.
“Just please let me come,” I groan.
“Oh I will.” He grins at me again. And then he starts to undo the clasp of his pants.
My breath speeds up, watching him. Frustrated as I am, I’m still hungry as hell—hornier than I think I’ve ever been. I can’t stop myself. I reach out to trace my hands over his body as he pulls off his shirt first, exposing those perfect washboard abs, the pecs I could bounce quarters off of. I trace my hands down his body until I find the little V muscles that point to his groin. And then I trace my way down those too, as he pushes his jeans down, and his boxers after them.
When his cock springs free, my breath catches again. I’d forgotten how big he is. How commanding. It makes my pussy ache, just remembering how completely he filled me earlier.
I want this. I want him. Over and over and over again…
“Fuck me,” I whisper.
He watches me as my hands slide the final inches down and my fingertips wind around the base of his cock. “Not yet.”
“If this is another delayed gratification thing,” I groan, but he’s reaching for his jeans, and I watch as he unrolls a condom along his length. I appreciate that, too. The way he’s the one to do it, without stopping to ask me or beg me not to use one. I might not have that experience personally, but to judge by my friends’ stories, it’s pretty common, even with hookups and one-night stands. Guys say they don’t feel as good.
I worry my lower lip with my teeth. “You don’t…” I hesitate. Meet his gaze. “You don’t have to, if you want. I mean, I’m on the pill.” I take it for a hormone imbalance, but same effect.
He holds my gaze for a long moment. “Are you sure?”
“I trust you,” I say. Then I swallow once, hard. “I mean. If you’re… are you…”
He laughs softly, taking pity on my hesitation, and leans down along my body to kiss the edge of my lips. “I’m clean,” he tells me, looking me right in the eye as he says it. Then he kisses my mouth, and I sink into him, my eyes fluttering shut.
I barely notice as he reaches down to remove the condom. But I do notice when he positions himself at my entrance, the tip of his cock alone already enough to spread my lips, to make me feel wet and tight and hot all over.
“Sinclair…” His eyes are on mine, demanding attention.
“Ankor.” I meet his gaze, our faces just the barest inch apart. His breath is hot on my face, and smells like mint and something else. Something underneath, smoky and salty and all him.
“You are so fucking gorgeous.” He presses into me then, slow, an inch at a time, and I moan aloud, no longer trying to restrain myself.
Without even thinking about it, I reach up to wrap my arms around his back, my hands finding purchase along his sculpted shoulder bones. My legs wrap around his waist, and his thighs are so thick and muscular that I can feel him stretching my hips as he pushes deeper, deeper… My moan gets deeper as he stretches the walls of my pussy, makes me feel totally and completely stuffed.
