Page 73 of I Won't Be In On Monday

"What are you ready for?" I ask, grinning as I pull her down to kiss me. Her breasts brush against my chest, and I roll her over so that she’s on her back and I’m on top of her.

“I am ready for you to show me how much better you are than my vibrator,” she says, barely able to get the words out.

I chuckle lightly. We’ve been back at her place for an hour now, and I’ve been slowly teasing her, getting her right to the edge, but I haven’t yet stuck anything inside of her, and I know she’s desperate to feel me. She’s desperate for my tongue to give her the pleasure and the release that she’s been waiting for, but I’m not going to do it. Not until she begs me. Not until I know that she knows that she can't live without me inside of her. I groan slightly as I think of my words. I have no idea what I'm doing, but I'm driving the both of us crazy.

"What are you doing, Remington?" she says, as I position my cock between her legs and rub it back and forth against her clit. "This is not a smart idea," she mumbles, gazing up at me. “I told you that I don't..."

"We're not going to fuck," I say, smiling. "I promise you that." I caress the side of her face and stare deeply into her eyes. "But you've got to admit the experience is electrifying, right?"

"Yes," she mumbles. I grin as I kiss her lips and then grab hold of my cock and rub the tip against her clit back and forth quickly. I feel her stilling, her breath comes faster and faster. "Oh my gosh. Please." I stop and move to the side. "What are you doing, Remington?"

"What do you mean, what am I doing?"

"You are just ..."

"I'm what?"

"You're teasing me. That's not fair."

"Tell me what you want."

"I want to feel you."

"Where?"

She glances at me. "There." She nods towards her pussy, and I grin.

“What do you want to feel there?”

“I want you to fuck me with your tongue, please. Please, I need to feel you inside of me."

"Are you begging me?"

She blinks. I can tell that she's being stubborn and doesn't want to admit it. "Yes, fine. You win. I'll give you the hundred bucks. I'm begging you, fuck me with your tongue."

I chuckle, but I don't need her to ask me twice. I kiss back down between her legs, and before she knows what's happening, I flick her clit with my tongue before entering her. She moans as she reaches down and grabs my hair, squeezing her legs tightly against my face, and I eat her like I've never eaten another woman before in my life. She tastes sweet, like cherries, and I lap her up. I am rewarded by her body shaking within minutes. She's orgasming on my face fast and furiously, and her water tastes like lemonade. Sweet nectar. I know that I could eat her out every morning and be happily rewarded. "Oh, my gosh," she says, screaming. "Oh, my gosh," she screams again. I can feel my cock growing harder and harder as I kiss back up her body and kiss her lips. I rub my dick against her wetness again, relishing in how wet it is.

"Oh, fuck," I say as the tip hovers over her entrance. She opens her legs widely and wraps them around my waist. I look down at her face in shock.

"Please," she says. "I want to feel you inside of me." I glance at her and kiss her. All I have to do is thrust hard one time and I'd take her cherry. I'd have her. She would be mine, but I know I can't do it. I know that this isn't what she really wants. I know it's just the emotions and the horniness of the moment. I let out a low groan and roll away from her.

"What? Why not?"

"Because this is not the time nor the place," I say, looking over her. "I don't want you to regret it in the morning."

"I wouldn't. I want to give myself to you," she says, lightly touching my chest. "I want..."

"No, Juniper," I say, kissing her lips, running my fingers across her breasts idly. "I know how important it is to you, and while it's magical, this is not the magic, therealmagic that you want and need. This is just the heat of the moment."

She gazes at me, blinking. "I suppose." She sounds petulant, and I smile.

"If I thought for a moment that you wouldn't regret it in the morning, I'd fuck you so hard and fast," I say. "Look at my cock. It's standing at attention. All it wants is to be inside of your sweet pussy, fucking you, making you scream. All I want is to grab you and put you on top of me and bounce you up and down until..." I pause. "Fuck. I can't talk about this anymore."

She looks at me and grins. "I mean, there's one way you can get a release."

"Oh?" I ask her.

"Yeah." She rolls over and climbs on top of me. For a moment, I feel like she's going to sit on me, and I don’t know that I’ll be able to tell her no if she does. But instead, she turns her body the other way around until her pussy is hovering over my lips. She looks back over her shoulder. "I mean, if you want to sixty-nine."

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