“I think that was the most erotic thing we’ve ever done.” Wesley panted in satisfaction, with a smirk on his handsome face.
“Yeah,” I whispered breathlessly, my grip finally loosening. I was hot all over and more in the mood now than I was ten minutes ago.
“You’re still hard,” Wesley said, directing his gaze into my lap with a half smile on his face.
“So are you,” I answered, glancing down at him and then looking away quickly, trying to stifle the enormous desire within me.
Wesley pushed the covers away and leaned back. He held his stiff prick in his hand and smiled in a come-hither manner. “Hop on,” he said with a sweet, yet coarse voice. It was the tone of voice he used to turn me on, a throaty alto that was deep and animalistic.
I shook my head although I was unconvinced. I wanted it so badly that it felt like my blood was boiling, but I had to keep my wits; Wesley’s health was more important than immediate gratification. “No,” I said at length, shaking my head.
Wesley sat up and touched my face. “C’mon, babe. I know you want it, you know I want it, and besides, it’s not like I’m gonna break.”
I fixed my eyes with Wesley’s, very nearly giving in, when I steeled my resolve and shook my head again. “No.” I had to be direct and decisive or I would get lost in the fog of my passion. I leaned close, holding his stare, and spoke in a deeper voice. “Look, you belong to me, which means this belongs to me,” I said, flicking the head of his cock with the tip of my finger. “And if you do anything to make me wait any longer than I absolutely have to, I’ll never forgive you.”
Wesley stared at me with wide eyes, and his cheeks were tinted a little red. He let the weight of the words sink in and then he leaped forward, grasping me firmly in one hand while his other hand slipped around my waist.
“Oh man, now we gotta do it,” he blurted out desperately, curving his hand around my backside and searching for the hole with his middle finger.
“Wesley, no!” I shouted, battling my fevered sensations, Wesley’s moist lips, and his hot fingers. “Stop it! I said no!” His passion ebbed at the forcefulness of my voice and he looked at me with puppy-dog eyes. “I’ll just suck you off, okay?”
“But… but what about you? It’s not fair if only I get off. You need it too,” he answered blatantly.
He was right. Of course, he was right; I did need it. Looking up at him, his eyes hovering above my face, I caressed his cheek and let out a little sigh. “All right, but no penetration.”
Wesley kissed me and I ravenously kissed him back. He rolled off me and onto his back. I turned and crawled on top of him, my knees on either side of his head. He didn’t wait for me to get situated before he lifted his head to lick the oozing precum. He slid one hand around my backside and forced his finger inside. I reacted so thoroughly to his salacious invasion that a desperate moan echoed against the bedroom walls. My legs trembled and nearly gave out before I could even lower my mouth enough to his eager shaft. I panted and rolled to my side.
“Can’t… can’t do it that way. My legs feel weak,” I breathed, hearing Wesley chuckle with delight.
On our sides, with each other’s thighs nestled around our heads, we sucked and touched and caressed and stroked and slurped in agonizing bliss that ended all too soon. We lay prone for a while, filtering the scent of sex, sweat, and semen through our wide-awake senses. I touched my sticky lips, still aching for more, my backside disappointed with the limited thrill of Wesley’s finger. But I made up my mind. I rolled to my back and twisted around, lying beside Wesley and his cute grin.
“No more. Not till Monday when the doctor says you’re okay,” I declared boldly, hoping my body would live up to my celibate decree.
“What? But that’s three days away!” Wesley complained, staring at the ceiling.
“I know, but you can do it. Because if we don’t, I might break you in the meantime,” I said honestly.
“That might not be so bad,” he said with a smirk, raising an eyebrow at me.
“No, three days is nothing compared to another
