I could have sunk my cock into her then and there. I was already hard again just looking at her, but she deserved more. As much as I’d love to fill her and sate my lust, I touched her tender places, took my fingers and trailed them up her legs, along her inner thighs. As I shoved the silk higher to her waist, she moaned and squirmed under my attention.
“Taylor,” she whined. “You’re teasing me.”
I smiled. “Aye, I am. But only because I like to make you feel good. The same way you do for me.”
“But you’re teasing me so much. You won’t even touch me where I want you the most.”
“I’m doing it the right way because we’re not there yet.”
“And where are we?”
“Right now, we’re at the point where you are at my mercy. I am going to savor you.”
“What if I don’t want to let you savor me? What if I just want to take you inside me?”
“You are going to be the death of me, but I think it might be worthwhile.”
I slid my lips along her inner thighs, kissing the soft skin, taking it between my teeth. I loved the way she widened her legs so I could fit my shoulders between them. Hands splayed across her thighs, I spread her open. I kissed her pretty cunt, then paused for long moments before worshiping and teasing her. When I sucked her clit into my mouth as I teased her opening with my fingers, she bucked and writhed, and it wasn’t long before she was coming on a ragged cry. Her fingers dug into my hair as she ground my face exactly where she wanted, riding out the last of her orgasm.
“You’re perfect,” I whispered as I placed myself at her entrance. I couldn’t help myself watching as she lay there, her eyes closed, brows pinched. “Open your eyes, Becca. I want to watch you when I sink inside your body for the first time. I want to see it the moment you feel me and know I’m finally taking you.”
Her eyes fluttered open. “I need you, Taylor. I want you.”
Gritting my teeth against the wave of desire, I pushed in slightly, her little hitched breaths making me wish I could give up all control.
“Tell me to stop if it’s too much,” I rasped out, my voice a tight thing I barely recognized.
She shifted her hips and I drew back, making her whimper in protest at my retreat. I reached between us, hoping to make this last, but when she rocked her pelvis up and took me inside her, I groaned and sank to the hilt.
Don’t come. Not yet. Make it good for her.
Her tight walls gripped me as I rolled her clit with my fingers and brought her off again.
Pleasure built at the base of my spine, and I was lost to her, ready to fill her with my cum and make sure everyone knew she was mine.
I gritted my teeth as she clenched around me and came again, and I fought off my own orgasm as long as I could. Panic laced the edges of my imminent release. What was I thinking? I was bare, and she could get pregnant.
“God, Taylor.”
That was it. Her breathy cry of my name sent me over the edge, and I pulled out, pulsing and shooting ropes of cum onto her belly. With that one gesture, I had marked her as mine.
“Why did you pull out?”
“I didn’t want to risk getting you pregnant.”
“I can’t.”
“What do you mean you can’t? Are you on the pill?”
“I’m on the pill, and I just finished my period. The chances are microscopic.”
“We should still be careful. If anything, I shouldn’t have taken you bare. I know enough people who got pregnant while on the pill.”
“Don’t want you to think I’m trying to trap you.” The edge in her voice didn’t escape me.
“How could you trap me? I’m already married to you.”
“You know that’s different.”