Page 33 of Come Find Me Tonight

“Mm, we’ll see about that.”

To be clear, ‘Robby’ would have been inside her already after making sure she was prepped enough, but Rook will make her wait. Possibly all night. However long it takes to make her curse my name out of pent-up frustration.

I click the vibrator on. It buzzes in my grip, and I unapologetically put the tip on her nipple. She writhes beneath me, and I lift it up long enough for her to relax and exhale a huff. But then I graze it over her other nipple with less force, long enough to make her shift her legs. I move to plant my knees between her legs and trail the vibrator down her torso to where her legs meet.

I’m not going to lie; it’s been practically a lifelong dream to get this familiar with her body. The perfect slit nestled in the apex of her thighs is my favorite place to be, and I haven’t tasted her yet. Which is a fucking travesty, being the fourth time I’ve had her pussy this close. I run the vibrator over her clit, and she cries out.

This isn’t anything yet.

“Do you ever fuck yourself with this?” I ask.

“No,” she whispers so quietly it’s barely audible.

“Don’t lie…”

“I’m not.”

I don’t believe her, but it’s not worth pressing. I’m bigger than this stupid toy. I know she can take it. I rub the tip of the vibrator up and down her, glazing it in her arousal. By how ready she is, it seems like my message earlier was all the foreplay we needed. I slide the vibrator into her while it buzzes, filling the silence, and she lets out a moan at the combined sensations. I give it a little twist inside of her, and her knees draw up. Starting at a slow but steady pace, I fuck her with the vibrator and finally bring my tongue to her clit for the first time.

She tastes sweet and salty. I always knew she’d be the sweetest thing to taste, matching the sweet Georgia peach with a hell of a sassy attitude.

Where’d that girl go, Appa?

I lap up her juices that accumulate fast, and all I can think about are the years wasted not being between her legs. And how this will never happen again. She tenses up under me, breathing turns heavy and ragged, and that’s my cue. I pull the vibrator out of her and stop my tongue.

I can’t get ahead of myself.

“Ugh,” she groans from the sudden emptiness.

“You’re not coming yet, baby girl.”

And I’m going to fucking edge you until your legs shake, and you’re crying.

“What?” she protests again. I hope her temper flares up because there’s not a damn thing she can do about it.

Time to mix it up.

I sit up fast and shove my dick inside her as hard as I can. She gasps out, her muscles clenching against me, and I place the vibrator on her clit again. She relaxes, but I resist thrusting while I tune into her body. As soon as her muscles contract again, I withdraw myself and the vibrator.

And that’s the pattern. Vibrator, tongue, dick, sometimes mixed up, so she doesn’t know what to expect next. And I stop as soon as I notice her body tensing up. My dick has been the best judge, but her knees give her away, too. They draw up whenever she’s close and fall back to the mattress defeated when I deny her a release.

I finally have enough and slide into her soaking wetness. It’s been an hour, or maybe several hours, of edging for both of us, and I know I’m going to blow a huge load when that time comes. She can’t stop me from getting my release, but I can still stop her.

How do you like Rook now, baby girl?

“Not yet, baby,” I say, pulling my dick out of her again.

“Oh, my fucking God,” she screams. I put the vibrator back on her clit. “No, no, no, I can’t,” she mumbles breathlessly.

This is veering into non-consent territory now, and I don’t want her last memory of Rook to be tainted. Nor do I want to ruin sex for her by taking it too far. I may not like the idea of her being with anyone else, but it’s inevitable.

Close enough.

She has to be at her breaking point. I leave the vibrator on her clit and thrust inside of her and hold perfectly still. It makes my body shake while holding still inside of her, much like the first night did, but she needs to release. I feel her tighten around me, and I squeeze my eyes shut.

Don’t come.

Don’t come.