He pressed his forehead against hers. “I want to get you there first.”
His cock was too hard, too close to the edge but his fingers could pound into her all night, rub her until she came. That was worth any kind of orgasm he would have getting jacked off through his pants.
“At least be inside me.Please.”
Max groaned into her ear. “Hang on, baby.”
He formed an arrow with two fingers and slid them deep into her sweet, wet little cunt. She clenched around him, making Max’s cock jerk. He could barely move. How would all that heat feel wrapped around his aching shaft? He clenched his jaw and tried not to rut against her thigh.
“Oh my God, so good,” Julia moaned. She reached for his belt buckle and Max pulled away again. "No.”
“But, Max, I want—"
“You want to do something for me? Come.”
He hooked his fingers and Julia’s pussy clamped down with such pressure Max almost went ahead and finished inside his uniform pants. In his wildest dreams, he’d never thought it could feel like this.
He worked his thumb in slow, tight circles around her clit and she arched back, eyes shut, glossy lips parted. Her hips rocked, instinctively seeking the rhythm she needed to get off.
“That’s right, work yourself on my fingers."
She spasmed around him, pulling him deeper and Max felt sweat prickle at the base of his neck. She was gripping his T-shirt so hard she was cutting off his circulation but he couldn’t stop, couldn’t talk. Her pussy was clenching around his fingers, drenching them with wetness. She was close, very close.
“You’ve been thinking about this for a long time, right?”
Julia moaned and shook her head. “No.”
“I know you have, baby. I’ve seen the way you look at me."
Her cheeks brightened.
“Yeah, you go red like that and I know you’re thinking about me. Don’t deny it. Open your eyes, look at me.”
She shook her head. “I can’t.”
“Now. Or I’ll pull out, I swear.”
Julia’s eyes flew open, almost blinding him with their brightness.
“Max, it’s too much.” Her nails dug into his collarbone, stinging through the cotton.
“I know it is. That’s why it’s gonna feel so nice when you come.”
“No,” she whispered, her pussy swelling like a summer storm.
“You’re going over right now, sweetheart. You can’t help it. It feels too good, doesn’t it?”
He twisted his wrist, pushing hard against her G-spot.
Julia’s pupils expanded and warm heat gushed over Max’s fingers, running into his palm. She was silent in orgasm, her body racked with great shuddering jolts that matched the clenching of her eager pussy. He kept stroking in and out of her, slowing his motions until they were almost imperceptible.
“Stop,” Julia gasped, finally releasing his T-shirt. “Too much.”
Reluctantly Max pulled away, resisting the urge to bring his fingers to his mouth. His cock was a couple of strokes away from completion but there was no chance he could just pull himself out and beat off. He needed to control the situation, think of something else.
Burning plastic, garlic, mowing the lawn, Julia coming on my fingers, Julia’s ankles on my shoulders, Julia’s pussy on my face, her wet little mouth sucking on my cock—
“Max?”