Page 43 of Kiss Me, Maybe

She nods and I flip the switch, filling the room with light. It’s almost too much, this unencumbered view of Krystal sprawled on the bedspread—the swirls of ink on her right upper arm, the sweat beading her skin, her flushed chest rising and falling with quick breaths. Her brown nipples are hard, beaded points, and for a moment all I can think of is what she said earlier about feeling good when other people touch them.

Would my fingers be enough, or would she need suction from my mouth? Is that something I want to do? Suck those hard nipples until she’s crying out for more? Work my way down her soft, needy body to her wet pussy?

Well, I’m certainly not opposed.

“You’re fucking perfect.”

The words slip past my lips unintentionally. That’s when I notice the agony twisting her features, the lower half of her body squirming, and I remember—

“Don’t just leave me hanging here.” She bites down on her bottom lip hard enough to leave teeth marks. “Angela, please.”

“Was there something you needed, pretty girl?”

“I need to touch myself,” she says desperately. “I was so close.”

“You can continue,” I tell her, and her sigh of relief fills the entire room. “But you’re not allowed to come yet.”

She makes a noise of dissent, but that doesn’t stop her from touching herself like I’ve allowed. It was one thing to watch her in the low light coming from the hall, but this—this—her fingers furiously working her clit, the way her lips form around a moan, the way her legs can’t stop shaking—

I. Will. Never. Recover.

“Fuck.Angela.” I’ve never heard her voice this high before, but I’ve never seen her like this before either. Unraveling right before my very eyes. “Please. I’m so close again. I need to—”

“Stop.”

She squeezes her thighs together and rolls onto her side, biting into the fabric of the pillowcase to muffle a frustrated cry. I’d laugh if I wasn’t enduring a different form of tortured agony, all of my own making. There’s nothing I want more than to watch her orgasm, to unbutton my shorts and shove a hand down my panties and turn this into a mutual masturbation session.

“Something wrong?” I stare down at her with what I hope is a blithe look. She returns it with narrowed eyes and a disbelieving scoff.

“I’m giving you a new nickname after this,” she hisses. “Once I’m… thinking straight again. You’re no Angel.”

“Was there something you needed?” Her eyes bug out at me. “If there’s something you want, all you have to do is ask.”

She licks her lips and stares up at me. “I want to come, Angela.”

So do I.

It’s killing me, holding out for as long as I have. Edging isn’t normally a habit of mine, but I’m not ready to stop yet. I want to prolong the fantasy she’s brought to life for me for as long as I can, but that’s not the only thing motivating me. It’s a power trip, controlling Krystal’s pleasure like this. I’m already addicted to driving her to the edge just to take away her satisfaction and watch her keen for it. How much more can she take? How much longer can I put her through this?

“Hmmm,” I pretend to consider. “Beg me.”

She rolls her eyes heavenward.

“That’s not very nice of you, Krystal. There’s a time and place to be a brat.” I tsk. “And from the way you’re squirming, I don’t think you can handle any of the punishments I’ll come up with.”

She inhales, bites her lip down on any sassy remarks I’m sure she has teed up. From the way her blush deepens and eyes glitter, I know she likes this bossy side of me more than she’s saying.

“Angel, please.” Her voice turns into a whine I like the sound of way too much. “I need to come. Please let me come, Angel.”

“There’s that nickname you think I don’t deserve.” I smirk. “You must be desperate for an orgasm to please me like that. Since you asked so nicely, I’ll let you come… this time.”

She sighs in relief as her hand resumes its movement. It doesn’t take very long for her to work herself back up to that same frenzy, moaning and writhing at her touch. I shut my eyes, back against the wall, and gather the courage I need to pull down my shorts.

“Ohfuck.” I was right. Once I start touching myself, it doesn’t take long at all for me to fall over the edge. The tiny room is filled with the sound of our ragged breathing, and I’ve never heard anything hotter. I can’t catch my breath as the quickest orgasm of my life brings me to my knees.

“Oh my god,” Krystal finally says. “I can’t believe we just did that.”

That makes two of us.

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