I whimper, unable to speak, my body arching involuntarily as he brings me nearer to the edge once more. I feel thecoil tightening, a delicious tension building, ready to snap any moment.
“Not yet,” he whispers, pulling away again, leaving me quivering, desperate for completion. “We haven’t played by my rules yet.”
I whine in frustration, my body begging for release. Adrian gives a quiet laugh, the sound provoking a delicious shiver. He knows exactly what he’s doing to me, drawing out the anticipation, the sweet torture.
“Those pretty sounds need words behind them,” he taunts with another lick of my clit. “Detail exactly what you want from me.”
“I want you,” I whisper. “Please, Adrian, I need?—”
“You need what?” he asks, continuing his slow, maddening pace.
“I need to come,” I admit, my voice hoarse and thick with need. “Please, Adrian, let me?—”
“Shh, not yet,” he murmurs, his mouth never leaving me, his tongue never ceasing its dance. “Soon. First, I want to hear you beg.”
My cheeks flame with embarrassment. I’ve never been one to beg, but now, I want to break that rule.
“You won’t break,” he says, as if reading my thoughts. “You’ll bend, little critic, and you’ll enjoy every second of it.”
His words thrill me, urging me to give him what he demands.
“Please, Adrian,” I whisper, my voice thick and raspy. “Please, let me come. I’m begging you.”
He chuckles, his breath fanning my sensitive flesh. “That’s my good girl. Now, scream my name when you fall apart.”
His tongue flicks over me, sending sparks of pleasure through my body. My hips buck uncontrollably as I tumble over the edge, screaming his name.
Adrian holds me through it all, his tongue continuing its dance, drawing out my pleasure until I’m senseless, boneless, completely spent.
I feel him stand, the absence of his breath on my sensitive flesh making me shiver. My body craves more, and my breath comes in short, sharp pants as I wonder what he has in store for me next.
Without warning, I feel the thick head of his cock drag through my wetness. A guttural moan tears from my throat as I look at him over my shoulder.
“I thought you were a gentleman, Adrian,” I murmur. “What gentleman fucks his date over the table?”
He chuckles, that deep, sensual sound that makes my skin prickle with awareness. “A gentleman who knows how to pleasure a woman properly,” he says. “And I aim to pleasure you.”
His hands grasp my hips, and he pulls me back toward him so my ass is flush against his groin. I feel the tip of his cock pressing against my entrance, and I let out a whimper. I need him inside me. Now.
“You want this, don’t you, Maya?” he whispers, his breath hot on my shoulder. “Tell me you want it.”
I nod, unable to form words, my entire being focused on the feeling of him teasing my entrance. “Yes,” I finally breathe out. “I want you, Adrian. Please.”
“Then I’ll give you everything you crave,” he says, his voice laced with satisfaction.
In one smooth thrust, he fills me, stretching me deliciously. The sensation of him buried deep draws a desperate sound from me, my head tipping back in abandon. He moves his hips slowly at first, then gaining momentum.
“Oh, fuck,” I breathe, my fingers digging into the table. “Adrian...”
“You like that, don’t you, Maya?” he growls, his hands gripping my hips tightly as he sets a relentless pace. “You like it rough.”
“Yes,” I hiss, my back arching as he hits a sweet spot deep within me. “Yes, just like that.”
He growls again, the sound vibrating through me, and he starts to pound into me with purpose. The table is digging into my skin, but the sting only adds to the pleasure. I’m overwhelmed by the sensation of him claiming me, dominating me. I surrender to it, embracing the loss of control.
His grip tightens on my hips, and I feel his breath hot against my ear. “You’re exquisite, Maya,” he purrs, his voice like velvet. “The way you yield to me, the way your body responds... it’s better than any chocolate I’ve ever crafted.”
I moan as he continues his measured thrusts, each one precise and deliberate.