“It wasn’t an accusation.” I push my hand further down until I find her pussy entrance. So much more arousal. “But if it was, whose fault is it, if not yours?”
A sound escapes her, and I can’t tell if she’s groaning because she has to answer my question, or because I’ve just dipped my middle finger into her pussy up to my second knuckle.
“Your fault,” she answers and reaches for my arm, like she’s going to pull my hand out.
“Keep your hands to your sides, or I’ll bind them behind you and tease you until you can’t stand it.” I bite down on her earlobe. “And I won’t let you come.”
To watch her writhe beneath me, knowing I won’t let her finish, knowing every time she gets just to the precipice of her arousal I’ll stop, makes my cock ache to be touched.
She moves her hands back to her sides, but I can feel her opening and closing them. She wants to do something with them. Participate in some way. This woman has never taken without giving once in her life, I think.
“Put your hands behind your back,” I order and push a second finger up into her pussy. Her passage tightens around my fingers when I dig the heel of my hand into her clit.
“I won’t touch you,” she promises.
“Hands behind your back, hold them for me. Be a good girl and let me give you your reward.” I look down at her face, taking in the indecision. Has she ever not been in the control seat?
Reluctantly, she moves her hands back and does what she’s told. Tension eases from her shoulders. Her tongue slips out between her lips and she wets them. What should she do next? That’s what she’s thinking. I’m sure of it.
“Just enjoy the feelings.” I wrap my free arm around her waist, pulling her against me while I thrust harder into her pussy, curling my fingers to find that sweet button of hers. Her jaw drops and she sucks in air the moment I find it. And now that I have, she’s in for some real trouble.
I lean down again; this time my aim is her mouth. Harder and harder I fuck her with my fingers. Her body tenses, she’s so damn close. The heel of my hand digs into her clit, hitting the spots she needs.
One more thrust and she screams, and before she can try to cover her own mouth, I crush my lips against hers. Taking her scream, her pleasure, into my own mouth as I jerk my fingers into her and rub her clit. Her pussy contracts around my fingers, hard and fast, and I keep moving, keep driving her through her orgasm until her body finally begins to relax.
I’m kissing her still. Her tongue touches mine and I want more. I want to taste every inch of this woman. And I’m not sure one month will be enough time.
I pull away, licking my lips as I look down at her. Wide-eyed and flushed, she stares up at me, like she’s not sure what to do now.
Slowly, I ease my fingers from her then pull out of her panties. With her gaze locked in mine, I bring my hand to my mouth and take my time licking all of her sweet juices from my fingers. Fuck, this woman’s blush will be my undoing.
I zip her jeans back up and work the button back in place. Her hands are still behind her, so I gently pull her arms until she releases them. She’s not looking at me again.
I knuckle her chin until she does.
“I’ll bring the bag down. Let’s go home.”
“But—” She licks her bottom lip then drags her teeth over it. “I mean… what about you?” She glances down at my crotch. There’s definitely a tent.
“That’s not how things work with me, Charlotte.” I use her full name. Everyone calls her Charlie. I’m not everyone.
“No?”
“No.” I shake my head. “Wouldn’t be much of a reward if I make you suck me off after, is it?”
She blinks a few times. I’ve thrown her for a loop. Has she ever been given something without being asked for more in return? As much as I want her lips wrapped around my cock, I want her to understand this.
“Your pleasure is my pleasure, Charlotte,” I say when she looks confused. “Now. Let’s go home.”