Page 30 of Obey

Her pace is steady, and as she circles her clit, her free hand makes its way up under her shirt, and I bite my lip to stop any noise coming from my body. I don’t want to spook her. I don’t want her to stop.

My dick is painfully hard, precum weeping from the tip as my tight hand pumps up and down in time with her circles.

When she moans, her breath catching, it almost sends me over the edge.

“Fuck.” My teeth are gritted, my balls so heavy I’m not sure how I haven’t blown my load yet, and my dick is throbbing, so hard and ready for release.

Her hips are rolling, slowly lifting off the mattress with every swirl of her hand on her pussy. Her face is pinker, her fingers slicker, her breathing coming faster and faster as she charges toward her orgasm.

I’m barely touching myself, and I’m close. It’s brewing all the way to the base of my spine, release so sweet I can almost taste it.

Something’s holding her back from letting go. It’s like she needs more, or she’s starting to get in her head. Her fingers splutter, stop-starting, her eyes flutter open, and she holds my stare.

“That’s it, pretty girl. You’re doing so well.”

Her eyes search my face. I don’t know what she’s looking for, or if I can give it to her, but when my fingers skim her soft, smooth cheekbone I want her to come.

Shit, I need her to come.

“Come for me, beautiful. Just let it go.”

“So close.” Her words hiss out on a whoosh of air through clenched teeth. Her body is rigid, muscles tense and poised for ecstasy. “C-can’t.”

“Do you need me to step out?” I’m not sure I can walk in my current state, but I need to offer. Whatever she needs to make it happen.

“N-n-no. S-s-stay. Please?”

I sweep her hair off her forehead, gliding my lips across her temple in the gentlest of kisses. “Okay. I’ll stay. But I need you to be a good girl for me, and let it all go. Just com?—”

An ear piercing scream rips through the quiet air as her body bucks off the bed. Her shrill cry of release is unfettered, her eyes roll back in her head, mouth drops open, and I’ll be damned if my little Half-Pint doesn’t squirt over the bed.

She’s still coming when I curl my fist around my cock and pump myself over and over.

“You have no idea how gorgeous you are when you come, Talia. So fucking beautiful.” It doesn’t take long before I’m spraying jets of thick, warm cum all over my stomach on a grunt. Relief weaves through all my muscles, relaxing them through my orgasm.

The urge to cover her in it was strong, but we didn’t discuss it beforehand so I made a mess of myself.

Her body trembles, every muscle quivering. She hasn’t stopped, her fingers circling her soaking wet clit. Her hips buck again, legs jerking, sliding on the silky sheets. “I-i-aaaaaaaaahhhhhhhh.” Another wave crashes into her, and it’s fucking glorious. Her head tips back, hair fans across the pillow case.

Her body goes limp as she sighs, collapsing onto the mattress.

When her legs hit the mattress, she whimpers. Cold satin sheets against skin isn’t nice. I didn’t plan for this, clean up supplies are out of arm’s reach, and I didn’t grab a towel. I’m normally better prepared than this.

Leaning over her, I brush another soft kiss against her temple. “I’ll be right back. Don’t move, okay?”

She yawns. “But I need to clean up. I’m all sticky. I made a mess.” Her voice is thick and heavy, slow and adorably mumbly.

“Just stay where you are. I’ve got you.” I tuck my cock away, climb off the bed, and walk over to the clean-up station where I pick up two towels. In the bathroom, I grab some warm water and head back to the bed.

She’s almost asleep, but when I touch her calf, she gasps, then crosses her legs. “You can’t clean me up.”

“Shhhhh. I can, and I will.” I dip the towel into the water and squeeze most of it out before I dab the inside of her thighs, cleaning up. “Sleep, Talia. It’s okay. I’m here, and I’ve got you.”

She hums contentedly. “Mmmk.”

After I’ve cleaned her, I move her and the pile of blankets to the dry bed, and climb in beside her. When I’ve curled myself around her, she takes my hand. “You don’t need to do this.”

“After care is important to me, Half-Pint. You don’t get to steal my fun.”

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