Every time he breathes a shudder goes through me and I have to grab helplessly at the mattress, bunching the silk sheets into a fist and groaning around his length. I’m so hungry for him I can’t think; I can’t do anything but suck him, desperate for him to explode in my mouth. He takes his mouth off me for a second and I move my knees to get him better access to me. He fastens his lips on me again and I make a high sound at the back of my throat; he does this better than any man I’ve ever known. I suck him into my mouth again. “Stop,” he says, and pulls away from me. “Wh- what?” I say, trying to breathe. “What’s wrong?” I hear the smile in his voice before I turn to look at him. “Nothing. Believe me, you were doing just fine. But I’m going to make you come first.” I lay back on the bed, trying to still my heart from hearing those words go through me. Everything he says to me seems calculated to draw every last spark of desire from me; every time he takes control and tells me how things are going to be I just want him to take me.
