"Please Reese," she cried on a ragged breath.
"Please what, Melody?" he asked, and stole another bite of her nipple.
She sucked in a breath. Blazing fire coursed through her. "I want..."
"You want what, Melody?" Another bite, this time to her other nipple. "Tell me what you want, baby."
"I want you inside me," she cried on a gush of air. She couldn't stand it. Her nipples were so hard they hurt, the lingering sensations of his bites throbbing in time with her needy pussy.
She felt him straighten then he nestled his lips against her ear. "What do you want inside you?" he whispered and she could tell by the sound of his voice that he was struggling to preserve his own control.
"Your tongue ... your fingers ... your cock..." She said each word on a ragged breath.
She felt the waistband of her jeans loosen as he finally undid the button and she whimpered with relief. He lowered the zipper, his hand moving inside her pants, inside her panties, at the same time.
He licked her earlobe, his breath hot in her ear. "Is this what you want Melody?" he whispered, his fingers stopping at the opening of her pussy lips.
"Almost."
With excruciating slowness, his finger slid down, eased between her folds and found her clit.
"Yes," she breathed, spreading her legs as far as her jeans would allow and pushing her lower body against his hand. His finger began a sweet, pressured, circular movement and she knew in a few short seconds she would explode. "Oh Reese. Yes!"
"Don't come, Melody." Though his voice was still low, still dripping with his own desire, it held an authoritative ring. "You can't come yet. Not until I'm inside you."
Oh God, could she stop herself from coming? Was it possible when she was so close, when he was doing such amazing things to her clit? She felt his mouth close over her nipple again and knew there was no way she could deny her body the release it was screaming for. What would he do if she allowed herself to let go after he told her not to, if she disobeyed him? The wonderment, the possibilities nearly had her screaming to come.
"Do you want to come, Melody?" he asked. He caught her clit between two fingers and squeezed.
"Yes! Please!"
"Not until I tell you to," he said in that same authoritative tone. With one last caress of his finger on her clit, he slid his hand out of her jeans.
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