Page 73 of Checks & Bonds

"I said, you can't touch," she repeated.

I glared at her, frustration mingling with desire. My body screamed to defy her command, to take control. But the intensity in her gaze held me in place. Slowly, agonizingly slowly, she returned to her position.

It took everything in me not to grab her again as she took me into her mouth once more. The pleasure was overwhelming, every movement of her tongue and lips sending waves of ecstasy through my body. She worked me with a precision that was maddeningly perfect—her tongue tracing patterns along the sensitive underside while her hand stroked the base in rhythm.

My breathing grew ragged as she found a rhythm that pushed me closer to the edge. Each flick of her tongue was a spark, igniting fires of pleasure that coursed through every nerve. The way she looked at me, eyes never wavering from mine, added an intensity that made my pulse race.

She sucked harder, hollowing her cheeks and taking me deeper. I bit down on my lip to stifle another moan. Her free hand reached up to gently cup my balls, rolling them between her fingers with a touch that was both tender and electrifying.

The sensations built steadily, each stroke of her hand and twist of her tongue drawing me closer to release. It was unbearable in its perfection—pleasure teetering on the brink of pain.

I clenched my fists into the sheets beneath me, trying to anchor myself against the onslaught of sensation. She knew exactly what she was doing, driving me wild with need while maintaining complete control.

Her pace quickened slightly, just enough to push me closer but not enough to let me tip over the edge. She had me right where she wanted me—helpless under the spell of her mouth and hands.

Every nerve in my body hummed with pleasure as she continued to work me over with relentless skill. It was torture and bliss all at once—a torment I never wanted to end.

"Freya," I breathed out, my voice ragged. "Fuck, Freya, I'm going to?—"

She pulled away suddenly, leaving me gasping for air. Her smirk, so infuriatingly confident, sent a fresh wave of pleasure rippling through my body. The way she looked at me, like she knew exactly the power she held, made my blood boil with desire.

She moved over me with deliberate grace, straddling my hips. Her skin was warm against mine, and the anticipation was almost unbearable. She grabbed my cock with one hand, her touch firm and commanding. The sensation of her fingers wrapping around me sent a shiver down my spine.

Freya lined me up with her entrance, her eyes never leaving mine. There was a moment of stillness as she hovered above me, the heat between us palpable. Then, slowly—agonizingly slowly—she began to slide onto me.

The feeling of being enveloped by her warmth was indescribable. Every inch that she took in felt like heaven andhell all at once. My hands gripped the sheets beneath us again as I fought to keep control, every muscle in my body tensing with the effort.

Her eyes fluttered closed for a brief second as she sank down fully onto me, a soft moan escaping her lips. The sound drove me wild; I wanted to hear more of it, to lose myself in the rhythm of our bodies moving together.

She moved, setting a pace that was torturously slow. Each rise and fall of her hips sent jolts of pleasure coursing through me. I could feel every movement she made—the way her muscles tightened around me, the friction that built with each thrust.

Freya's hands braced against my chest as she rode me, her fingers digging into my skin. Her breath came in short gasps, mingling with mine in the charged air between us. I reached up instinctively, desperate to touch her—to feel more of her—but she shot me a warning look that stopped me cold.

"Don't," she whispered, her voice husky with command.

I clenched my fists at my sides again, surrendering to her control even as it drove me mad with need. The intensity of our connection was overwhelming; every sensation amplified by the fact that I couldn't do anything but let her take what she wanted.

As Freya continued to move above me, I felt myself teetering on the edge once more—ready to fall into the abyss of pleasure that awaited us both.

Freya leaned back, her curves on full display, every inch of her body a testament to beauty and defiance. The sight was almost too much to bear. My hands itched to cup her breasts, to hold her hips, to bite her skin. But I held back, fists clenched at my sides.

Her pace quickened, the rhythm of her movements growing more frantic. I could tell she was getting close, the way her breath hitched, the way her muscles tensed around me. Her eyes were half-closed, lips parted in silent moans that drove me wild.

"Henry," she gasped, her voice barely more than a whisper. "Henry, please?—"

"Let me touch you," I begged, my voice raw with desperation. "Please, Freya."

She shook her head, a flicker of something unreadable passing through her eyes. "No," she whispered fiercely. "Not yet."

The refusal sent a fresh wave of frustration through me, but there was no denying the electric charge between us. Her movements grew even more erratic, every thrust sending sparks of pleasure shooting through my body.

I could feel her teetering on the edge, so close to release that it was almost palpable. Her fingers dug into my chest as she rode me harder and faster, the sounds of our bodies moving together filling the room.

Just as I felt the first shudder of her climax ripple through her body, my own release overtook me by surprise. It hit like a tidal wave—sudden and all-consuming—my entire being caught in the throes of ecstasy.

Freya's cry mingled with my own as she came undone above me, every muscle in her body tightening around me in a vice-like grip. The intensity of our shared release was overwhelming, pleasure crashing over us in waves that left us both breathless and trembling.

In that moment, nothing else existed but the feeling of being utterly consumed by each other—a fleeting escape from everything that had come before and everything that lay ahead.

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