“Fuck,” she hissed, squashed between the drywall behind her back and the iron between her legs.
He froze, mid-thrust. It would have been endearing if it hadn’t left her entire body weight resting on her pubic bone.
“Keep going, you shit,” she snapped.
When he came, his knees buckled and they nearly fell down.
“Lie down,” she said, and guided them onto the floor, somehow staying on him the whole time even as he softened inside her. They were still mostly dressed, more the pity. She would have liked to feel his skin on hers as they cuddled.
But this wasn’t too bad. She smiled, feeling a certain kind of triumph. “Little boy, you couldn’t even get my clothes off before you came?”
He smiled lazily. “I cleared the critical path.” He stroked her side. “Do you wish I’d taken it slower?”
“No. It was cute how desperate you were.”
“Desperate.” He chuckled. “I was that.”
“Do you like my little questions after all?”
“I’ve always liked your questions.”
“So, about the one I was asking you in the park.” She felt him stir. It was a strange sensation, to feel a man becoming erect inside her. She kegeled against him and giggled at the look on his face.
“I keep telling you it hurts to get erect again this fast.”
“And I always ask if you want to stop.” She kegeled again. “Do you?”
“No,” he whispered.
“So,” she said. “Let’s talk about it.”
“If it pleases you,” he said meekly.
“Good boy. I was thinking, this weekend?”
“Okay.”
“Okay?” she raised one eyebrow.
“Please, could we do it this weekend?”
“What do you want to do this weekend?”
He looked at her but somehow didn’t seem to be seeing her. From far away, he said, “Please, would miss like to play with her faceless meat dildo this weekend?”
“I don’t know.” She pretended to think. “A weekend is a long time. I might get chafed. But maybe I’ll ask for it at some point. If I feel like it.”
He was fully erect again. She rubbed her hips against him, feeling him move inside her. A moan escaped his lips.
With a thrill, she realized it was a moan not merely of lust but of pain. His cock must be aching, but he was too turned on to care.
Something wild came over her. She spoke again, knowing the effect it would have. “Maybe I should have you wear a mask, so you can be literally faceless for me. We have that plastic one from Sleep No More. But it sticks out too far from your face.”
“We could get a hood,” he suggested. “They make them. I can get one with a mouth hole.”
“Could you lick me wearing it?”
He was looking a little wild himself, in a very different way. “Yes, definitely. You can get anything on the internet.”
Oh, the internet. “It won’t get here in time,” she said, disappointed.
“No, three days is plenty of time. They’ll overnight it if we ask for that.”
Wow, he must really want this. “Or we could wait until next weekend.”
“Three-day shipping won’t cost much.”
“No, you’re such a cheap skate. You hate paying for faster shipping. We’ll wait until next weekend.” She smiled at the horror on his face. “We’ll have a nice, wholesome weekend together. Won’t that be lovely?”
He stared at her.
She put an edge into her voice. “Won’t that be lovely, little boy?”
“Yes, miss,” he mumbled.
“You’ll thank me later.”
“Yes, miss.” He sounded utterly defeated.
She could feel herself finally getting wet. Giddy with power, she said, “In fact, thank me now.”
“Thank you, miss. Thank you for making me wait for the free shipping. Thank you for looking out for my, um, my own interests even when I’m too horny to think straight.”
She started grinding herself against his pubic bone. He winced. She asked, “Is this too much? Should we stop?”
“No, it’s so hot. I love this. I love you.”
She reveled in his small, dazed tone. “Tell me what you want,” she ordered.
“I want you to use my cock to get yourself off, even if it’s not doing anything for me. I want to be your toy. I want you to ride me when you like. I want to please you.”
She let him keep talking, the words flowing out of him as if they’d been pent up for years. She reached between them with her hand and found her clit.
The warmth started deep in her. Her entire body clenched, squeezing the fire out to every extremity. When it passed, she flopped onto him, feeling warm and limp and wrung out, like after a good massage.
She nuzzled his cheek. Lifting her head to kiss him seemed like too much work. “You’re still erect inside me,” she marveled.
“I just came a few minutes ago. And when you just grind yourself on my pubic bone like that there’s not a lot of sensation for me.”
“Oh, really? It feels pretty good to me.”
“I could see.”
She thought about riding him more traditionally, so he could thrust in and out. It seemed like so much work. “Do you want a hand job?” she offered.
“You are really into making me come twice in a row, aren’t you?”
It had captured her imagination ever since he had told her how painfully sensitive his cock got after he came. She loved the way he squirmed and whimpered in her hand. “I want to make sure you have a good time,” she said. That was true too.
“Then let me cuddle a beautiful woman.”
“Okay, but only if I don’t have to get up.”
He shifted under her. “The floor is kind of hard.”
“Mm, lucky I’m on top, then, isn’t it?”
Author’s Note: I’m happy to hear your comments, positive or negative. I’m quite new at this and looking to improve. I rewrote this chapter into her perspective after reading a comment about how a reader liked seeing the characters grow into their relationship. Thanks for the suggestion!
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