He tasted like coffee and smelled like sex, and a thick velvet blackness was wrapping itself around me. Making me move against him, with him, chasing the friction, chasing the climax I knew was just out of reach.
‘You want to come. Don’t you?’ he whispered against my mouth, and the finger in my ass was moving slowly, lazily, as he ground his hard cock against my clit until I sobbed. ‘You want to come so bad.’
My body was shaking like I had a fever, unbelievable pleasure roaring in my head. The hard points of my nipples were grazing his chest and that was almost too much to bear. I felt like I was drowning in sensation and helpless to stop it.
‘Yes, please... Smoke...’ My voice was so hoarse. ‘I want it... I need it...’
‘What do you want?’ His finger pushed deeper, tearing a groan from my throat. ‘Say it.’
‘I want to...c-come.’
His hips moved in a slow circle and my fingers curled into the fabric of his T-shirt as pleasure began to tear me apart.
‘Do you trust me?’
‘Yes... Oh, God...’ Another agonising roll, even slower this time, the friction relentless, insane. ‘I...t-trust you.’
His finger pulled out, then pushed back in, making me want to scream. ‘Prove it to me.’ His voice was rough, guttural. ‘Give me control, kitten.’
The last shreds of a resistance I hadn’t known was still there were torn away.
‘Yes!’ My voice was ragged and cracked. ‘Take it. It’s yours.’
He didn’t wait. His hips pushed up at the same time as he pressed me down, and everything was squeezing me into a small, tight, hard ball. The pressure of his dick against my clit, the push of his finger in my ass, his hand on my hip, squeezing me so hard. And then, like a fist uncurling, it was released, the orgasm detonating inside me, making me push my head against his chest and scream.
Breaking me into pieces and leaving me shattered in his lap.