Beg for It(19)

Reese has spent hours worshipping her *, and Corinne gives him the same attention and adoration now. She runs her tongue up along the seam of his balls to the base of his shaft, adding the pressure of her fingertip on his * without dipping inside. Her hair falls across her face, brushing his skin. She’s on her knees, one hand on his thigh, the other between his legs, so turned on she doesn’t even need to touch her clit to start the delirious, building pressure of orgasm.

Clear fluid drips from the slit of his cock, stretching from the head in a thin strand to puddle on his belly. Her head spins at the sight of it, that clear and evident proof of his arousal. His helpless reaction to everything she’s doing. It’s a flame set to the gasoline pool of her desire, igniting her.

“I f*cking love it when you leak for me,” she whispers.

Reese laughs softly and looks up at her. “I can’t help it.”

“That’s why I love it so much,” Corinne tells him.

Looking into his eyes, she swipes through the slickness on his skin, then presses those fingers a little deeper inside him. He’s already wet from her tongue, but lubed this way she slips in easier, a little faster even than she’d intended. Reese mutters and grips her wrist.

“Hush,” she whispers, not moving, giving him time to adjust.

He’s not holding on to her to keep her from pushing inside, though. He’s urging her to go deeper. Still kneeling between his legs, one hand on his shaft and stroking, Corinne eases her fingers inside his heat. Twisting her wrist, she curls slightly upward, pressing.

His cock leaps in her grip. His fingers bunch the sheet, tugging it free at the corners. A series of small, desperate moans slip out of him, along with a single word.

“Please.”

“Please what, puppy?”

“Please…f*ck me.”

Who could ever understand this? she thinks. How much she loves when he begs her that way, how tender it makes her feel toward him. How much pleasure she gets from making him feel so good.

Her fingers curl again, a come-here gesture inside him. She strokes his cock, making sure to palm the head and coat him in slickness. Then she grips him firmly just under the head, jacking him without moving up and down along his length, avoiding the sensitive tip. He’s so stiff she can feel the rush of his heartbeat beneath his shaft’s thin skin.

“I’m so wet for you right now, it’s dripping down my thighs,” Corinne says.

Reese moans, hips thrusting a couple times before he stops, obviously remembering she’s told him not to move. “I want to taste you…”

“I thought you wanted me to f*ck you.”

He laughs, breathless. “Yes, that too.”

“Like this?” Her fingers curl, pressing, and she moves them in and out. His reply is a garbled mutter she has to take as affirmation. She laughs too, and the sound stutters out of her throat, also a little choked with emotion. “You are so f*cking beautiful, Reese.”

He’d argued with her the first few times she’d told him that, but he knows better, now. “Thank you, Ma’am.”

Corinne lets her hand stroke up and over the head of his cock. “My good boy.”

At the words, his cock throbs, and more precome oozes out of him. Her clit pulses, her hips rocking forward as she clenches internally. She’s so turned on that time seems to slow, everything surrounded in a glow.

There is something she’s been thinking about for some time now but had not yet brought up to him. They’d fallen into this relationship without really talking about the things they both liked, finding their way together with one small reveal at a time. No whips, no chains, nothing that draws blood. Nothing like the things she’s read about in the few books she bought online, the ones that say you need contracts and safe words and aftercare. Their negotiations have been informal, a mutual give and take. They’re doing it wrong, according to anything she’s ever read, although everything they’ve ever done has only felt right.

Withdrawing her touch, she moves up his body to straddle him. She lets her hands stroke down his arms to circle his wrists, bring them up next to his shoulders, an act he gives in to without resistance. She kisses his mouth.

“Reese…”

“Yeah?”

“I want to f*ck you,” Corinne whispers into his ear.

He turns his head slightly so his lips brush her cheek. “Yes, please.”

“I want to really f*ck you.”

He says nothing for a second. Neither of them move. His erection, trapped between her ass and his belly, pulses. She can slide down an inch or so and take him inside her. She’s so wet he will slip in without friction. But that isn’t what she wants, and she thinks he knows it.

“…How?” he asks, finally.

She presses her face to the side of his neck. She rocks a little on his dick, moving so her * enfolds him, though he is still not inside her. “I have something.”

Corinne had bought her first vibrator at age twenty-one from the back room in the cheesy adult video store that featured LIVE GIRLS DANCING (which, she presumed, was way better than dead ones). She’d worn her share of sexy lingerie. She’d even gone to a couple of those home “toy” parties hosted by her giggling friends who’d shrieked and covered their faces at the sight of anything remotely off-center. Even so, nothing had prepared her for the wealth of choices. She’d gone online to look for what she wanted, and finally found it after wading through pages of reviews and descriptions that had by turns thrilled and confused her. Her purchase had arrived in a discreet brown package, bigger than she’d thought it would be. She’d tried it on a few times, feeling ridiculous. Will I feel silly in front of him, she thinks suddenly, knowing this desperate desire inside her is going to urge her toward taking the chance of looking foolish.