“You haven’t even touched yourself and already you’re dripping wet. Do you want to touch your clit?”
“Yes,” I shout.
“Rub it with two fingers. Press on it, hard enough to make you cry out. Massage it, get it primed and ready. And when you’re about to come, stop.”
I push my first two fingers into my lips. Electricity seizes my senses as they brush across my slippery clit. I suck in a breath. I remember what Denton told me to do and I press my fingers hard onto my clit. It’s already swelled, ready, and the hard press sends a throb of stinging pain all through my pussy and up into my stomach. I hear myself gasp. I rub my fingers back and forth over it, gentler this time. I apply enough pressure to make it tingle without hurting. I take it between the two fingers and squeeze it gently.
My breath is a string of uneven gasps. I can feel the sweat standing out on my skin and the blood pumping through me, making me red and flushed. I can feel the pulsing through my pussy. I’m on the edge. I keep working myself, pushing myself closer and closer.
“Stop,” Denton says.
“I can’t,” I say honestly, still moving my fingers.
I am so close now. To stop would be the ultimate torture. I can’t stop now. I can’t. He’s pushed me too far.
“I said stop,” Denton says.
His tone leaves no room for misinterpretation. No room for argument. I force myself to stop moving my hand. I reach down with my other hand and grab my wrist and pull it away. As my fingers leave my clit, I let out a frustrated cry. My clit is throbbing, sending waves of need through me. I can’t breathe. I can’t think. All I can do is feel. And I feel like I’m about to explode. I need to explode to feel like me again.
“How do you feel, Robin?” Denton asks.
“Like I need to come more than I’ve ever needed to do anything,” I reply instantly.
“Maybe I should tell you to keep your hands off yourself and we should continue this tomorrow night,” he says.
I can hear the smile in his voice now as he teases me.
“No. Please,” I beg.
“Take those two fingers and put them in your mouth. Taste yourself. Imagine you’re sucking my cock. Make it nice and wet and loud. I want to hear you.”
I push my fingers into my mouth. It feels strange at first, but I soon get into it. I suck on them, hard. I lick them over, making sure to make plenty of moans and sucking sounds. I can hear Denton’s breathing change. He moans a low moan that tells me he’s close.
“I’m jerking off, Robin. I’m rubbing my cock and thinking of you,” he says in a husky voice.
I feel a wave of heat and wetness flood my pussy knowing that my sounds are turning Denton on so much. I suck on my fingers harder. My clit pulses again, reminding me of my own need, and I bite down on my fingers hard enough to hurt. I gasp but I don’t stop sucking.
I can hear Denton’s breathing getting faster, the breaths catching in his throat.
“Push your fingers into your tight little pussy, Robin,” he pants.
I push my fingers inside of me and begin moving them in and out.
“Now use your thumb on your clit,” he says.
I push my fingers in deeper, massaging my clit at the same time. I feel the swirling pleasure inside of me center itself, grabbing onto my lower stomach and fanning out through my whole body, making my skin tingle and my blood pump faster. I reach out with my other hand and support myself on the wall.
I throw my head back and gasp as the sensation intensifies.
“Don’t let yourself come, Robin,” Denton warns me in a low voice. “Not yet.”
I don’t know that I’ll be able to stop myself. I am racing toward climax. My pussy is tightening up around my fingers. I slow my rhythm. It keeps me poised on the edge but I don’t quite go over. I can hear Denton’s gasping now as he works on himself too. His breath catches in his throat and he releases it in a low growl that sends another shiver through me.
“I can’t hold back any longer,” I shout as I feel myself teetering right on the edge.
My hand is moving furiously and my hips are thrusting onto my fingers. I am gasping, barely able to suck in any air. My hair hangs in strands over my face, but I barely notice it.
“Now,” Denton says.
I let go and my orgasm pulls me in. My pussy clenches around my fingers, and I stop moving them. I hold my thumb tightly on my clit, drawing my orgasm out, making it last. I scream Denton’s name as I hit the peak. I hear him come. He moans my name as he is swept away.