Hardpressed by Meredith Wild

you do this?” His warm breath sent chills over me. My body tightened in response.
    “I haven’t had to do this since we met. I much prefer your touch to my own. Why don’t you touch me? Please.”
    “Don’t stop. I want to watch you. Do you have a vibrator?”
    I rolled my eyes, slightly insulted that he had to ask. “I’m a modern woman. Obviously I have a vibrator.”
    “Where is it?”
    I hesitated, suddenly feeling as shy as I was modern. “In my underwear drawer. Why?”
    He planted an open mouthed kiss on my inner thigh that made me gasp.
    “Just wondering. Continue.”
    I obeyed, letting my fingers fall into a rhythm that my body knew well. The movements were easy and smooth because I was already wet. He could be inside me so easily now. No resistance.
    “You’re beautiful down here. So pretty and pink. I want to shave you sometime. Lick all the soft skin. Have you ever done that?”
    I shook my head. I wasn’t sure how I felt about this up close analysis of my lady parts. He was throwing me for a loop. I just wanted him to suck or fuck me already.
    “I can’t do this.” For the first time in my life, pleasuring myself was starting to piss me off. I wanted his hands on me. I felt like I was settling for less, embarking on the solitary journey to orgasm as a means to an end. Nothing like the unexpected and deliriously pleasurable adventures that Blake took me on.
    “Are you embarrassed?”
    “No… A little, maybe. But I don’t want to come this way.”
    “You won’t. You’re giving me what I want, and trust me, nothing and no one’s going to make you come but me from now on. You’re going to show me how you touch yourself, and then when you’re just about to come, I’m going to put my cock in you. Can you handle that?”
    “Can you use your mouth?” I pleaded.
    He propped himself on his elbow and half rolled his eyes. “You know, Erica, you’re not exactly being obedient. I’ve given you the game plan, which, lucky for you, doesn’t involve any props because they’re in my apartment. But if you keep talking, I’m going to just throw you over my knee and spank the hell out of you. Get it?”
    I giggled, but my laughter faded. His gaze was dead serious. Oh, he wasn’t kidding .
    I took a deep breath and closed my eyes so I wouldn’t be tempted to laugh. Challenging Blake was too fun, but I didn’t want to be spanked like a petulant child right now.
    I kept my eyes closed so I could concentrate, trying to forget that Blake was watching everything. I tensed and tightened, grabbing my breast, arching into my own touch. I was getting close, my motions becoming more urgent, less graceful. My mind spun. I imagined Blake was there instead. His name left my lips again and again. I needed him inside me. I was about to come when he caught my wrists, holding them tight to my sides.
    “Have to taste you for a minute, baby.” His tongue flattened and lashed across my clit. The slow and steady climb to my orgasm sharpened into a steep one. I cried out as the sensation of his mouth on me launched me perilously close to the precipice. I bucked my hips, desperate for him, for more delicious Blake contact. He tore away, but before I could protest, he’d buried his cock in me balls deep in one single thrust, quickly followed by another.
    “Blake, oh God, I’m coming,” I cried, my body shuddering with the searing pleasures overwhelming me.
    “That’s right, I want to feel you fist around my cock. You’re so fucking tight already.”
    He kept up his punishing thrusts, thumbing my clit in careful circles until I came with a wild string of cries. I swore, in my mindless release, that nothing had ever felt that good. Ever.
    Blake found his own pleasure somewhere in the blur of my orgasm and collapsed over me. We lay there in a wasted heap, our breathing shallow and uneven.
    “Good girl,” Blake whispered.

CHAPTER FIVE
     
    I decided to go in late to work so I could see Alli off the next day.