Part 11 (2/2)
”The hot and sweaty part is right, at least,” I laughed, absently rubbing my free hand over my belly.
”I've seen you perform, remember?” she whispered. ”How hard is your c.l.i.t right now?”
”Hard enough to cut gla.s.s.”
”Mmm, I'll bet. Did you come after your set?”
”No,” I said through gritted teeth, because just the sound of her voice had my c.u.n.t pounding like mad.
”How many girls were waiting to get you off?”
”Only a dozen or so.”
She laughed, the warm, throaty sound she made when she was about to take my c.l.i.t in her mouth. ”And you waited, with a hard-on that bad?”
Her voice had gotten just a little bit breathy, her words a little slower. ”Are you fingering your c.u.n.t?” I asked.
”Not yet,” she sighed. ”I'm just holding myself, squeezing my lips a little to make my c.l.i.t nice and fat. Was Marcia there?” a ”Uh huh.” I loved to watch Alana m.a.s.t.u.r.b.a.t.e, stroking and ma.s.saging her smooth c.u.n.t until it was red and swollen and s.h.i.+ning with come.
”Did you think about her ... sucking you off? About. .. her soft, wet... mouth around your c.l.i.t?”
”Maybe.” I gripped the crotch of my leathers and rubbed my thumb over the bulge of my c.l.i.t. Alana had met Marcia on one of the cruises and had figured out instantly we had a history. She'd made me tell her all about it while I f.u.c.ked her one night, coming all over my hand when I described me leaning against the wall and blowing my load in Marcia's mouth. ”Maybe for just a second I thought about riding her face until my c.l.i.t exploded.”
”But you didn't, did you?”
”You know the answer,” I said roughly, rubbing the leather over my brutally, relentlessly hard c.l.i.t. ”You're fingering yourself now, aren't you?”
”A little.” She already sounded half-gone. ”Oh lover, it feels good.”
I leaned back and closed my eyes, listening to her breathing become more and more ragged, watching in my mind's eye as she swept the tip of her smooth, s.h.i.+ny nail back and forth underneath the hood of her c.l.i.t, teasing it until her c.l.i.t stood up stiff and purple. She liked me to lick the head of her c.l.i.t while she played with it. She'd want to come soon. ”Do you need me to suck you, baby?”
”No,” she gasped. ”I need you to... f.u.c.k me... until I... oh G.o.d... I want to come all over you.”
”There's plenty of time for that.”
”Oh,” she whispered, a small, broken sound. ”I really need to come, lover. Don't make me wait tonight.”
I could faintly hear the slick sound of her hand circling in her c.u.n.t, faster and faster as her hips pumped higher. ”Is your c.l.i.t swollen?”
”Oh, G.o.d, yes.”
”Is it wet?”
”Mmm, slippery. Slippery and hot.” A shaky breath ... a tremulous sigh. ”Oh, and it's so hard now.”
”Are you playing with it?”
”Uh huh. I have to. I want to come, lover, please. Can I?”
”Yes ... but not just yet.”
A whimper. ”But I'm so close.”
”Then you better stop touching.”
”Ooo, no,” she wailed. ”I can't. I'm going to come so hard. So hard.”
She was panting, every breath a little cry.
”But you're a good girl, aren't you? You won't come unless I let you, will you?”
”No, uh uh uh... oh G.o.d. Oh G.o.d, baby. Oh, I'm going to come. Oh. Oh!”
”d.a.m.n it, stop! Stop it right now.”
”Oh, please,” she screamed, before ending with a choked sob.
”That's it, baby, just breathe.” I sat forward, my eyes tightly closed, and willed her to hold on. ”That's it,” I said soothingly. ”Breath until you slide away from the edge.” I waited, listening to her pant. ”Ready to try again?”
”Yes. Yes.”
”Don't touch your c.l.i.t yet.”
”I'll be good. I won't come,” she begged desperately. ”Please. Please let me touch. I won't come.”
”One finger.”
”Where?” A tremulous plea.
”On top of your c.l.i.t. Slide the hood back and forth with just your fingertip.”
Incoherent sounds. I thought she might be crying.
”Feel good, baby?” I asked tenderly.
”Uh huh. Uh huh. I need to jerk off. I won't come. I won't come. I promise. Please. Let me jerk off just a little. Oh, G.o.d, my c.l.i.t aches...”
I laughed. ”You'll come. I know you.”
”No. No. I promise. I won't. I won't. Oh... oh that's good.”
”I didn't say you could squeeze it.”
”Don't you want to hear me come? Can I... for you? Don't you... oh, I'm going to come so hard... come for you... you like that... when I... don't you...”
She was babbling. I knew she was losing it and I knew what she needed. ”Rub it faster.”
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