Page 66 of How to Love a Rockstar

“One session in orgasm denial.” She gasps. “Don’t worry. You’ll enjoy it.”

“The word denial doesn’t usually equate with enjoy.”

“Just you wait and see.”

“Promises. Promises.”

I don’t bother responding with words. It’s time to respond with deeds. I grasp the hem of her t-shirt. I make sure to glide my hands over her torso as I lift the material up and over her body leaving her in her bra. Her white, lacy bra.

I trace a finger along the edge of the material. I smirk as goosebumps appear in my wake. I’ve always been a breast man and Ginny’s are spectacular. Almost more than a handful. Good thing I have big hands.

I need to touch her skin. I remove her bra and throw it over my shoulder. I massage her breasts and her head falls back as she arches into my hands with a moan. Her nipples form hard peaks.

“I can’t wait to fuck these,” I murmur. “But not tonight.”

Tonight, I want to feel her pussy surrounding me, squeezing me. My cock twitches at the idea. He’s ready. Not yet. I plan to make Ginny out of her mind with desire before I finally sink into her.

I trail my hand down her chest until I reach her jeans. I snap them open and draw down the zipper. Her breath hitches. I could become addicted to the sound.

I play with the bow on the front of her white panties. The bow and the white make her appear innocent. I can’t wait to dirty her up.

I draw her jeans and panties down her legs and she helps by kicking them off. I stand and remove my t-shirt. She reaches for her glasses.

“What are you doing?”

“I want to see your muscles.”

I snag her glasses and place them back on the nightstand. “How about you feel them instead?”

“I can agree to those terms.”

I place my wallet on the nightstand before shoving my jeans and underwear down my legs. My cock pops out and I wrap my hand around the base before squeezing as hard as I can. I need to calm down before I come too early.

I’m not coming until Ginny has and not until I’m buried deep inside her.

I stand at the end of the bed and tap her legs. “Spread these.”

She stares at me for a long moment. I don’t push her. I wait. This has to be her decision. I blow out a breath in relief when she spreads her legs wide.

“Thank you.”

I glide my hands up her legs until I reach her core. I trace a finger down her seam and her eyes close as she moans. It’s the sweetest sound in the world.

I fit my shoulders between her legs until my mouth is positioned right where I want it. I inhale and her honey scent fills my lungs.

I flick my tongue at her clit and she nearly flies off the bed. I chuckle as I wrap an arm around her waist to keep her in the position I want her in.

While my finger plays with her opening, my tongue circles her clit in a light tease. It doesn’t take long before she grasps my hair and pushes me down. I chuckle as I dive in.

Going down on a woman is usually a thing I do to get her riled up. It’s not an act I particularly enjoy. But with Ginny it’s different. Everything is different with her. I could feast on her for days. Lapping up her honey while her fingernails dig into my skull.

I want to play with her, deny her an orgasm for hours, but I fear my cock will explode if I wait any longer. I plunge two fingers into her pussy and suck on her clit at the same time and she explodes.

“Dylan,” she groans. Groaning’s good, but I want her to shout my name.

I continue to plunge my fingers in and out of her until her orgasm wanes and she collapses on the bed.

I get to my knees and wait for her eyes to open before I withdraw my fingers from her pussy. I stare into her eyes as I lick her juices from my fingers. Her eyes flare.

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