In fact, it feels wildly more intimate than all the fast, dirty fucks of the past. It feels…authentic.
“I couldn’t forget your name if I tried.”
Truth be told, her name is the only thing that kept us from doing this weeks ago. If she weren’t who she is—and I weren’t acutely aware of it—I never would have been able to hold back this long.
She reaches up behind the couch to steady herself, grabbing on to the front of a bookshelf I’ve filled over the years with rare editions of the classics. Brontë, Shakespeare, Paulo Coelho, Agatha Christie, Tolstoy—they’re all getting a view today I bet they never dreamed of when they wrote these novels.
I start a smooth pace of long, detailed strokes that give my dick time to read the room. Is it firm or pliable? Wet or soaked? Each and every time I fuck, I do it to the best of my ability. But with Rachel, I want it to be an experience she’ll never fucking forget. I want her to think about the feel of my cock when she’s eating, when she’s sleeping, when she’s showering. I want her to think of it so often, in fact, that she comes after me looking for it.
I want to feel the power of her taking control—I want to feel what it’s like when she’s in charge. Weeks of playing our games have assured me that a Rachel-led encounter will be just as good if not better than the ones where I’m in the lead.
She’s confident. She’s unbelievably sexy. She’s everything I love in a woman, plus a lot of things I never knew could exist.
She challenges me. And right now, I’m going to challenge her not to come within the next minute.
“Close your eyes,” I tell her, grabbing her hair to pull her head back again. Her back is arched in the most glorious way, and I kiss one eyelid and then the other, and then I run my tongue across the crease of her lips. “I want you to feel each and every inch of my stroke, do you understand me, Rachel? Nothing exists outside of this—” I grab her pussy from the front, my fingers wrapping around the base of my cock as it pumps inside. “Do you understand?”
She nods fervently.
“Good. I want you to do that, but I don’t want you to come.”
Her eyes fly open, and an almost-shriek falls from her lips. “What? What do you mean, don’t come?”
“I mean don’t come. Fight it. Challenge it. Make me work for it. Taunt me just like you did with the panties, and I promise, I’ll make sure it’s the best fucking fight you’ve ever had.”
She nods in agreement then, turning back to face the shelves and bracing both hands on the wood in front of her this time. Her ass in my hands, I start my assault on her willpower.
One stroke followed by another, I move my hands all over her body. Her ass, her hips, her back and neck and shoulders, and then around to the front to hold her sweet tits in my hands and pull at her nipples. She moans and shifts her weight on her knees as her back arches and fights.
I skate my hands down the sides of her abdomen and around, grabbing on to the front inner part of her thighs. She gasps, and I slide them even farther up, to the point of transition from her legs to her pussy, rubbing at the sides with delicate fingers.
All the while, I maintain my grueling pace, even as a bead of sweat forms on my neck and rolls itself all the way to the base of my spine. The sensation almost makes me pull up short, the tingle mixed with the feel of Rachel’s perfect cunt around me nearly too much to take.
Come on, you bastard. You can’t tell her not to come and then come yourself. Sex is like walking through a door—the woman comes first, always.
I grit my teeth and bite down into my lip, doubling my efforts with my fingers skating across the sensitive lines where Rachel’s panties would sit if she were wearing them.
“You feel so fucking good,” I whisper into the shell of her ear, moving her hair out of the way with the surface of my lips. “So tight and wet and hot. I swear I could keep my dick inside you every hour of the day.”
Rachel exhales, her legs starting to shake in their position in front of mine. I can feel her getting close, feel the desperation of every fiber of her body to stay on top of the cliff. She’s a fighter, that’s for damn sure. I thought I would have had her into euphoria by now, but the defiance feels insanely good.
It’s driving me, pushing me to find the spots that turn her on the most. I move my lips down the line of her neck and rub at the sides of her pussy again, before shifting one hand around her hip and cracking her ass with just one more slap.