12-30-2011, 11:56 PM
Her voice that soft whimper, those highly escalating whines of hers. He could feel himself starting to feel the familiar urges of the buildup, that swelling knot, and his more forceful need of release. But her response was the wrong one. His mind forced a change in his pace, it was painfully hard for him to slow, the exertion brought a shudder through his form to stop his own nearing climax. But he succeeded, his rhythm slowed, making each stroke almost painfully slow. The mountains grip on her hair returned, knowing somehow there would be fits from her and his denial of what she wanted.
His linked arm around her thigh strengthened its grip reaffirming his dominance. He pulled her hair tightly, his thrusts almost ended, but he continued at a tantalizingly slow pace. They may have had their fight earlier but her jealously and her mistrust where still in his mind. If she wanted a permanent reminder of his devotion to her, then she would have to endure this, and enjoy the final crescendo when he allowed it.
“What is it you want from me?” he asked again growling.
His linked arm around her thigh strengthened its grip reaffirming his dominance. He pulled her hair tightly, his thrusts almost ended, but he continued at a tantalizingly slow pace. They may have had their fight earlier but her jealously and her mistrust where still in his mind. If she wanted a permanent reminder of his devotion to her, then she would have to endure this, and enjoy the final crescendo when he allowed it.
“What is it you want from me?” he asked again growling.