James

“Don’t stop,” he gritted through clenched teeth.

She stared at him with her mouth open and her eyes wide in surprise.

What had she expected?

Did she think he was just going to ignore this and quietly slip away? After he’d just walked in on the hottest thing he’s ever seen, more arousing than anything he’s ever imagined. What the hell kind of saint did she think he was?

She was wearing his shirt, laying on his bed, touching herself — the phrase, ‘like she wanted to get caught,’ came to mind.

Fine by him!

“Show me,” he growled in a tone so low and rough he barely recognized his own voice.

Her gaze was locked on him as he made his way towards her. She lifted herself up on her elbows. Her knees were drawn up and closed. His shirt on her, barely covering her firm, perky breasts. His mouth watered. She was a fucking vision.

Clenching and unclenching his hands, he slowly approached the foot of the bed.

She gasped as he braced his hands on the bed and leaned in over her. Her cheeks flushed, and she squeezed her knees tighter together, but her eyes shone with excitement. She wanted this.

He was close enough now that he could smell her arousal. The scent making his cock leak, impatient for more, but she still didn’t part her legs.

“Kitty?” He looked up at her with one eyebrow raised.

She blinked a few times and swallowed, hard.

“Are you going to be a good, and do as I say?”

She opened mouth about to say something, but then bit her lip, and nodded.

“Good girl,” he growled, and saw a shiver run through her.

Hesitantly, she parted her knees.

His nostrils flared. The scent of her growing stronger as she slowly parted her legs for him, revealing her bare pink pussy, glistening with her arousal.

He fisted his hands in the bedsheets to keep from taking her right then and there. His cock already weeping and harder than ever before. “More…show me,” he grunted.

She knew what he meant and began moving her fingers through her folds. Slowly and a little hesitantly at first.

“Fucking beautiful,” he growled.

Growing more confident, she began playing with her breast with her other hand, and as a soft moan escaped her, she parted her legs further revealing to him the wetness running out of her tight virgin hole. He was about to fucking explode.

He stood, took off his jacket and threw it on the bed beside her. He made quick work of removing his shirt, his belt and opening his pants to free himself.

He closed his eyes and hissed as he wrapped his hand around his achingly hard cock. He was close, too fucking close. He tightened his hand, squeezing himself into submission before he looked back down at the beauty spread out on his bed.

She’d stopped. Her hand was still between her thighs, but they were squeezed together. She was staring at his erection, her mouth parted, her eyes dark and hooded. Sweet Jesus, he wasn’t the only one close to the edge.

And she would go over, she would unravel, but not by her own hand, he would be the one to make her.

Her pleasure would be his.

All his.

But first he needed her to understand something.

Or really, he needed to get something straight. He was allowing himself to push a well-defined boundary here, but there was a limit, there had to be.

“We both need to get this out of our system, but I’m not going to take you.” It was painful, excruciatingly so, having to say those words out loud, and the disappointment on her face made it even worse.

There has to be a fucking limit, he reminded himself. Besides, what he was about to do was dishonorable enough.

“But I will do what you asked me to earlier.”

Confirming his suspicion, she nodded and bit her lip.

“Good. But Kitty, it won’t go further than that. Do we agree?”

Again, she nodded.

“I need to hear you say it.”

“Yes.” She said and reached up to touch him, but he halted her.

“Keep your hand above your head. You touch me, this stops.” He managed to sound more self-possessed than he felt. But the truth was, if she touched him, even with just one finger, he would lose any semblance of control he still had.

She obeyed his order, her hands grabbing onto the pillow above her head.

She did, and he got into position, lifting her legs over his shoulders, he began kissing his way up the flawless white skin of her inner thigh, making her tremble and writhe underneath him.

He held her thighs apart as he licked and nibbled his way toward her pussy, and just before he reached the apex, he latched on the perfect skin of her upper thigh, making her gasp as he sucked hard enough to leave a mark. A warning to anyone wanting to claim her.

Just a taste, he had to remind himself.

His mouth poised over her pussy, he looked up at her and saw that mischievous glint in her eyes. He arched an eyebrow, prompting her.

Her smile widened, “Kiss the Kitty,” she whispered.

He growled in appreciation.

“Please, James,” she added and he was done playing.

Unable to wait another second, he took one long swipe up her slit and felt her whole body convulse beneath him as the sweet taste of her virgin pussy hit his senses, making him dizzy with lust.

“Oh God…James,” she cried.

“That’s right, scream my name, beauty,” he growled as he descended on her again.