This Man

‘Why?’ I frown into the sheets. I won’t be, anyway – I haven’t got time.

He withdraws, flipping me over and pinning my wrists on either side of my head. He gazes down at me, his styled hair of this morning now in disarray, but he looks no worse for it. ‘Because, I want me all over you when you’re out.’ He drops his lips to mine.

Ah, he’s trampled me. I was bang on the money. I should have known. Crazy man.

He takes a whole other tactic with my mouth, swirling his tongue, humming into me and nibbling my lips. It’s a world away from the ferocious attack I’ve just sustained.

‘Do men have an instinct for recently fucked women?’ I ask around his lips.

‘Mouth,’ He pulls his face back, giving me a really disapproving look. ‘You’ve had a drink.’

Oh, shit! ‘No.’ I blurt guiltily.

He looks at my wrists when he feels the tense of my natural reflex, then back at me with an arched brow. ‘No more.’ he demands softly, giving me another lavish kiss. ‘I was hoping to find you in cream lace.’ he hums through our joined mouths.

I’m really glad I wasn’t. It would be in pieces on the floor by now, and I really like it. I might be buying me some more of those, perhaps in different colours. He releases one of my wrists, trailing his finger down my side, over my sensitive hips and to the juncture of my thighs.

‘You would have ruined it.’ I gasp when he plunges two fingers into me. I’ve not even recovered from my last mind numbing climax, and I’m set to go on another. This man is seriously talented.

‘Probably,’ he confirms as he circles me deeply, pushing his fingers as far as he can get them.

‘Hmmm.’ I sigh in total satisfaction, tensing my legs underneath him.

‘Don’t be wearing anything ridiculous either.’

I throw my hand out to grab his shoulder and pull him down to my mouth, but he won’t budge. He’s looking at me expectantly and I realise…he’s waiting for a confirmation that I understand his commands.

‘I won’t!’ I cry desperately when he hits me with a delicious sweep of his thumb over my clitoris.

‘Are you going to come, Ava?’

‘Yes!’ I yell at his face. Any moment now, I’m going to have an en-core to my previous release, and it’s going to be equally as satisfying and earth shattering. ‘Please!’

He moves in closer, his lips as close to mine as they can be without touching. ‘Hmmm, that feel good, baby?’ He pushes in deep and high, brushing my front wall.

‘Oh God!’ I cry. ‘Jesse, please.’ I lift my head to try and capture his lips, but he pulls back.

‘You want me?’

I’m starting to burn, my legs tensing as he strokes between my swelling lips. ‘Yes.’

‘Do you want to please me, Ava?’

‘Yes. Jesse, please!’ I cry.

I’m completely stunned when he withdraws his fingers and rises from the bed.

What? No!

I’m on the cusp of falling over the edge, and just like that, my pending orgasm has disappeared, leaving me feeling like an unexploded bomb. ‘What are you doing?’ I ask in my stunned state.

‘You want me to finish the job?’ He cocks his head, tucking himself into his trousers.

‘Yes!’

His eyes lock with mine. ‘Don’t go out.’

‘No!’

He shrugs. ‘My work here is done.’ He kisses the air, staring at me through his hooded, green pools, before he turns and walks out.

I’m flat on my back, naked, feeling like I’ve been marked, and I’m desperate for release. I can’t believe he’s just done that. I know what that was. That was a failed sense fuck followed up by a failed finger tease. It’s a complete manipulation tactic.

‘I’ll sort myself out then!’ I shout as the door slams behind him. I won’t. It would be nowhere near as satisfying if I do it myself.

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