I lowered her onto the mattress, butt first, and kissed her as I pressed her flat to her back. She moaned into the kiss, dragging her heel over my lower back before hooking her leg around mine.
I took my time exploring her lips, nipping at them occasionally, gently nuzzling them after doing so.
She sighed and moaned, soft hitching noises of pleasure. My cock pulsed at each sound.
As before, I hungered to bury myself in her sweet pussy, but would deny that need until I made her come first.
Smoothing one hand up the length of her side, I teased the curve of her breast with my thumb.
She arched beneath me, her lips on mine demanding more.
I moved my palm back to her hip and lower, cupped her ass for a giddy second as I moved my mouth to her throat.
“Lucas…” Her moan flooded my groin with hot lust.
I moved my other hand to hers, threading our fingers together as I nipped and sucked on the sensitive spot below her ear.
“Oh yeah.” She pushed her hips up to mine. “I like that.”
I tormented the side of her neck with my teeth and tongue, holding her hand in mine, our groins pressed together, separated only by our clothes.
I would rid Ronnie of the sweatpants she wore soon. But first…
Lifting my head, I gazed down into her pleasure-fogged eyes. “You are not allowed to move, Ronnie. I am going make you come by sucking on your amazing tits and you are not allowed to move or touch me while I’m doing so. Understand?”
Contrary disobedience flashed over her face for a split second and then she nodded.
My dick throbbed.
I shifted my weight, rested on my elbows, my lower body nestled between her parted thighs. “Put your hands above your head, babe.”
She did as I instructed, her breath quickening.
“Don’t move them from there.”
She watched me, lips parted.
I smoothed my palms up and down the length of her arms, and then once again skimmed my thumbs against the side swell of her breasts.
Her hands curled into fists as she arched her spine, pushing her chest upward. “Please, Lucas.”
I lowered my head, nibbling on her throat, her collarbone, the curve of her shoulder, and back to her throat.
She moaned again, the sound turning shaky when I moved my mouth to her left nipple.
I touched the tip of my tongue to its hardened tip, a gentle caress I followed with an equally gentle stream of exhaled air.
Once more, she arched her back, her eyes fluttering closed. “Lucas…” she repeated. “Please.”
I lost myself to the perfection of her breasts, first one and then the other, and then back to the first, never sucking completely on her nipple, just teasing and tasting and flicking with my tongue.
I knew her orgasm threatened to crash through her when her body began to tremble. She fought with herself, opening and closing her fists above her head.
My dick grew harder at the sight of her fraying control, her struggle. I continued to run my hands over her ribcage, arms, throat, and breasts. I was in pain, not just from my trapped boner, but from strangling my own desire to take her there and then.
Exquisite, tormented pain.
When her hips began to thrust up to mine in increasingly erratic speed, I knew she was on the edge of eruption.