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finger slipping in beneath his mouth to swipe my walls and slide against my G-spot, and then I was
mere seconds away, one lick, one stroke, one well-placed flick of his tongue from exploding....
But he stopped.
I nearly cried out, then. He smirked at the desperate writhing of my hips, the way I clutched his
back and clawed my fingernails ungently down his spine, hard enough to make marks, surely, if not
draw blood.
"I'm so close, Leo," Shane said, kneeling above me. "I might let you come, if you help me out
first."
I glared up at him, refusing to rise to his bait. The problem was, his massive manhood was right
above me, begging to be touched, and I thought maybe I could trick him, get myself off just by making
him come. It was worth a try, surely. I reached for him, got a hand around him and pulled him down.
He let me touch him, let me take him in my mouth and suck, just a little, and then he pulled away.
It took effort. I could see the strain in the bulging of his muscles, the veins throbbing and the
gritting of his teeth. He was close. It wouldn't take much, I didn't think, but he kept himself out of
reach, then. He changed tactics, bringing us both away from the edge by kissing my body in non-
sensual places. He kissed my arms, the crook of my elbow, my side, my shoulders, my neck, and even
though the placement of the kisses weren't in erogenous zones, it still heightened my anticipation, still
added to the ever-mounting pressure between my legs.
I had a stroke of genius, then, and acted on it before I could second guess myself.
"Please, Shane. Give it me." I didn't have to act much to sound convincing. "Let me come, please.
I'm begging you."
"You can't trick me, woman."
I writhed in his arms, rubbed my body on his. I wasn't acting anymore, I was merely giving in to
the torment and the temptation. "I'm not playing a trick, I promise. I need you. I can't take it any more.
Please, don't make me wait."
I could sense his hesitation, the indecision. He covered it by stroking my entrance with the tip of
his cock, holding himself in his hand and painting my thighs with his leaking essence.
"Please, please." I lunged for him with my legs, wrapped them around him. "I need you inside me.
I'm dying, Shane, please let me have you inside me. I'll never tease you again, I swear."
I had him in a leg lock, and I reached down to grab his shaft, tickling his tip and slicking my thumb
around the head. I pulled him toward me, curling my legs inward with all my strength. He resisted,
hard, but the angle was wrong and I was winning. His tip neared me, touched the sliver of a gap
between my lips, moved centimeter by centimeter inward.
I was gasping with need now, abandoned to my desire. "Please, Shane. Just a little farther. Yes,
yes, like that." His resistance was waning, slipping. He wanted in, too.
I snaked my other arm around our legs and cupped his sack, felt the taut softness of his scrotal skin
in my palm and massaged gently, touched a finger to the small strip of skin just behind his sack and
pressed, a mere brush at first, then, as he began to let himself slide in, an increasing pressure, moving
in circles.
"Oh, the hell with it," Shane growled.
He slid his hands under my ass and lifted me toward him. He sat up and settled me on his lap, and
we groaned in tandem as he impaled himself into me. He buried himself to the hilt, grinding his base
into me, thrusting his hips against mine and grunting with each motion.
Our foreheads bumped together, sweat commingling and breathing matched. I lifted up with my
legs and sank down, clutched his body against mine, crushing my breasts against him and crying his
name, our climaxes rising together, our motions rhythmed to the same desperation.
I lifted up and plunged down, he thrust up, and we both groaned, gasped, clawing at each other,
seeking to get closer, to bury ourselves in the other. The pressure inside me was at critical mass, an
impending explosion boiling within me, a supernova on the brink of release.
Nothing could stop me now from reaching my peak, from scaling the heights of ecstasy with Shane.
I curled down to kiss him, breathing into him, feeling the vibrations of his moaning against my teeth,
feeling his mountainous muscle bunching and coiling beneath me, his powerful arms around me,
holding me in place.
I was on the edge now, and couldn't work my muscles except to writhe my hips on his. I was held
upright only by his arms. He lowered me slowly to my back, never ceasing his motion inside me,
spreading his bulk on top of me, weighing me down but not crushing me.
His name was the only word I could summon, gasped in breathlessness as he powered into me,
each thrust driving me higher, closer. I wrapped my leg around his back and my arms around his neck,
holding tight to him, whimpering now as he increased his tempo.
And then it happened, between one gasp and the next. I shattered, came apart beneath him. At the
furious clench of my muscles, the helpless shriek of my breath in his ear, he exploded as well,
releasing his seed in a gush of heat, driving me further into the wilds of orgasmic detonation.
His climax seemed endless, a flood of thick liquid pouring into me, his breath fast panting grunts
in my ear, his thrusting into me a frenetic thrum of motion, pushing my climax past the peak and into
something else, past explosion and into a blind fury of spasming bliss. And still he came, still he dove
his shaft into me, until all I could do was hold tight to him, muscles locked around him, and ride out
the rapture.
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