Delayed Gratification

Ansley

His hands were so hot on my body. The way they glided over every contour of my flesh. The way those sapphire blue eyes made my skin burn with a white hot flame. I couldn’t think straight.

I had to open my smart mouth. I had to entice his lust. Why couldn’t I have just been silent? I could’ve just slept the rest of the way—to wherever he was taking me—instead of waking up. I should have just stayed knocked out.

His sinful breath fanned my skin, making goosebumps break out all over me. He pulled me close. Curse the deity! He smelled like cinnamon candy. I had to swallow my own drool. “I’ll do far more than prove it.”

He put his thumb under my chin, and held my head in place. He brushed his lips against mine, the action chaste. Brief. But it was just enough to tip me over the edge.

I had been in slumber for almost a decade. I was woken abruptly from my rest, before my time. There were so many carnal desires I had to fulfill before I could consider myself sane. My blood lust. My hunger for souls. My undying craving for flesh against flesh. I would fulfill at least one, for right now.

I leaned into him as he pulled away from me. I wanted to smack that smirk off his face. Then again, why would I want to bruise such a pretty face.

I gripped the fabric of his shirt, and pulled him in. I meshed my lips against his, and could hear his brief chuckle in my ears.

This was worse then I could have imagined. It felt so good. He tasted so splendidly delicious. His scent matched the way he tasted in my mouth. Spicy and sweet.

I snaked one arm around his neck, and entangled my hands in his hair. I could feel his tongue teasing at my lips, begging for entrance. When I denied him, he growled.

He grabbed my leg, and forced me to wrap it around him. Fuck! I gasped at the feeling of his length. He was harder than steel. Needing a place for release.

His tongue dove into my mouth, and that cinnamon taste undid me completely. I grinded into him. My tongue battled him and my hands wandered all over him.

He pulled away from our kiss. “Good girl.” I felt his hands gliding up and down my thigh, as if waiting for me to give him approval. How sweet.

Simultaneously, he put his hand on my throat again and the other on my heat. I gasped again. He swallowed the sound. He deepened the kiss ever further, and I was starting to swim in my own sea of lust.

He shoved my panties to the side, and slid a finger between my folds. By the deity, I did not recognize the sound I let out. “So wet, but I want you wetter.” He rubbed at my bead with slow circular motions.

I threw my head back in wanton release. I dug my nails into his back, clawing at him. He rubbed with his knuckle, and sunk a finger into my heat. I moaned. Loudly.

“That’s a good girl. Let me know how good it feels.” His voice was so deep, so smooth. It drove me just as crazy as his fingers.

When I told him to prove it, I didn’t think this was going to be the result of it. He sunk another finger inside of me. He stroked, curling his fingers upwards. Still, he masterfully stroked my swollen clit.

“Fuck!” I cried out.

He lightly squeezed my throat, applying just enough pressure to make me hazy. “You don’t get to come without my permission.” This man was not only stoking fires he knew nothing about, but trying to force me to hold in a wildfire. He ceased all movements.

“But,” I whimpered.

He removed his fingers from my heat, and put it to my lips. I couldn’t stop myself. I leaned forwards and sucked on them, my own taste dancing on my tongue. I sucked harder, locking eyes with him.

His eyes fell to half mass. “Good girl.” He claimed my mouth with his. His tongue dove past my lips, and he groaned. “Fuck, you’re delicious.” I could agree. I was.

“Even better from the source,” I purred.

He fell to his knees and forced my legs onto his shoulders. He seemed to waste no time, burying his face into the heat between my thighs. He lapped at me, his tongue soaking up all of my wetness.

For fuck’s sake, this man knew what he was doing. He had more experience with a woman’s body than he should have. He was sex incarnate, and I was enjoying every ounce of pleasure he was soaking me in.

He sucked on my bud, his tongue flicking over it every so often. I gripped at his hair, tugging at each chocolate strand. “Oh,” I moaned. “More.” I couldn’t resist grinding into him. He smirked against me. I grinded even harder. Faster.

He sank his fingers into me again. “So tight.” He licked his lips. He curled his fingers upwards. Stroking. Tapping my swelling gland. “Gideon,” he said.

I looked down in brief confusion. “Huh?” I moaned again as his pace quicked.

“You’ll be screaming my name as I wringe each climax from you, baby girl.” He buried his face into my heat again, feasting on my wetness.

Gideon. His name rang through my mind. With each suckeling moment, he burned a permanent place there. He was trying to make sure I never forgot him.

He looked up at me with those too blue eyes. He buried even deeper into me. Almost as if it were second nature, I started rocking against him.

Gideon palmed my ass with both hands, sparing no gentleness. “Whose is this?” He stroked even faster, harder. I could barely control the raging climax.

I shook my head, and rocked even harder against him. No matter what, I wouldn’t admit to being his. I bit down on my lip to hide its trembling.

He licked. He sucked. He stroked faster. Gideon was stoking a rage filled fire deep inside of me. If he wanted to start something dangerous, this was how to go about it.

“Mine!” I replied to his question.

He growled at me. Gideon put me down on my feet. He turned me around and bent me over. He slapped my ass, hard. If he had left a mark, I wouldn’t mind it. He slapped my ass again.

I heard him unzip his pants. I couldn’t help but lean into him. As I leaned, he thrusted forwards. His cock pushed into me, and we both groaned in total ecstasy. “Fuck,” we both yelled in unison.

He took slow, measured thrusts into me. Oh, sweet deity! He hit so deep inside of me. I couldn’t swallow my sounds. My moans.

Gideon pounded harder. Faster. Never losing aggression. I didn’t even have to ask. He had to be heavensent.

He pulled me upwards and back by my hair. I moaned at the deeper penetration. The pain was blissful. “I’m going to fuck you every night, until you know who you belong to you.” He pulled my bra down off my breasts. Gideon palmed one, rolling my nipple between his fingers. With his free hand, he stroked steady circles against my clit.

I writhed against him. At this rate, I was going to explode from this build up. He killed two of my orgasms, and he wouldn’t kill this one.

With each forward thrust, I met him with one—just as equal—backwards. I reached back, gripping those chocolate curls again.

“Not yet. Be a good girl, and hold it in for me,” He whispered into my ear.

How could I keep holding it in though? I was ready. I was beyond ready.

I rocked faster and harder against him. “If you keep doing that, I’ll have to reward you.” As long as that reward was an owed orgasm.

He pinched my nipple a little harder, rubbed at me a little quicker. But not once did he lose his tempo as his cock slid in and out of me.

It seemed with one good thrust, he sent us both tumbling off a cliff. “That’s my good little slut,” he whispered to me. “Come for me.” Oh, but I was. All because of him. Because of this impeccable man.

My orgasm sent me on a high. I couldn’t seem to come down from it. As I thought, maybe I was done, another ripped through me.

He kissed the top of my head, so sweetly. As if he didn’t just fuck me like the good little slut he called me. If this was the dynamic I had to look forward to, I would use him to tame my desires until I finally got my freedom.