Chapter 43: Patience, Baby

DARIUS

I was taking her, but still, it wasn’t enough. I thrust myself inside her, but I still felt incomplete.

This unfulfilled desire was an unexplainable need, an intoxicating thrill, an irresistible torture, driving me to the point of madness.

I plunged into her, bringing her close to an orgasm, and pulled out before she could reach it.

Once she recovered, I repeated the process again and again.

God, I loved it when she squealed.

She had her cute cheek pressed to the mattress and her round butt cheeks in the air, taking me whole without any complaint.

~Good girl.~

I couldn’t find it in myself to do it yet. I didn’t want to frighten her.

I knew I was big and thick, and some women couldn’t take me.

I was happy to discover that Olivia, being so tight—too tight—was enjoying and thriving under me. Just fucking perfect.

Yet, I took it easy on her, keeping on a leash all that I was and all that I wanted to take from her.

~Oh, the things I am planning to do to you, Olivia Summer.~

She was not a virgin, but she was inexperienced and naive.

I could see in her eyes that many things I was doing were new for her, how she had never been with someone like me before.

So I allowed myself this treat.

I enjoyed how pure and beautiful she was in this moment, flushed and out of control while she whimpered in sweet agony.

I closed my eyes, realizing how trapped I was in this cycle.

The more I tasted, the hungrier I became. Insatiable. Voracious.

The way she blushed was adorable.

It had been a while since I’d seen a woman blush out of innocence, curiosity, or embarrassment.

Olivia was such an easy book to read, and how delicious she felt under me while she screamed my name, begging me for her release.

I had warned her that I wanted to take my time, but that didn’t make a difference in her impatience.

She tried sometimes to touch herself, but I locked her arms in a firm grip.

~Patience, baby.~

She couldn’t cheat. I wasn’t done.

I had one mission: to make sure she knew no one could ever fuck her like me.

And this was just a soft fuck.

“Please, Darius,” her voice was becoming soft and faint.

I was beginning to break her. Just like I wanted, to pound her into oblivion.

“Darius,” she whimpered again, begging.

“I can’t come inside you, but you can, baby,” I pulled out from her and changed positions so I could see her face.

“No, together,” she insisted with fierce passion.

She pressed me with her hips, and I focused hard, thinking.

If it were another woman, I would have said no.

I was already being irresponsible. I knew she wasn’t on the pill yet.

I’d seen Dr. Kumar’s prescription for birth control with her meds in the bag.

But I wanted her. I wanted to be this close with her.

I craved that intimacy. I wanted that too.

I released my grip on her arms, and she brought her palms to my face.

She was close and this time I didn’t pull out.

I closed my eyes, feeling her memorize my face with her fingertips, feeling the burn, ready to burst as she trembled.

I never did missionary style, but with her, it felt exhilarating.

I kissed her palm, watching her eyes as I brought one of her legs up and then the other, putting them on my shoulder as I pounded deeply.

“I want you to grab your legs and keep them like this for me.”

With her hooded eyes partly shut, she was coming fast and hard, and I smiled at the sight of her holding her legs with shaking hands.

“Come,” I commanded, and she came undone in my arms.

I was prolonging her orgasm by doing little circles again on her clit, figuring out if she could come multiple times.

She opened her eyes, flushed with an afterglow from her first orgasm, and I took advantage of how relaxed and open she was.

“But you haven’t come,” she said.

That was sweet of her. Concerned about my pleasure.

“I’m not done yet,” I told her.

I kept up the same pressure with my fingers. My erect member was still inside her.

If she was too sensitive, doing this might feel uncomfortable, but I had to try.

“Does it feel okay if I keep doing this?” I asked.

She watched me curiously while I studied her expression.

She didn’t have a clue what was about to happen.

“I want to see something. Relax for me and focus on your breathing.”

I reached out for her breasts and started sucking on them lightly.

I focused on one breast at a time, moving to the other one just when it would become painful.

Then I bit one of her nipples hard while I pushed myself deep into her.

“Ah, that hurt!” she gasped.

I grinned. “Oh, baby, it’s just a little torture.”

I did the same with the other nipple.

This time, she yelled in pleasure.

~Oh, we are going to have so much fun together.~

Her walls clenched around my dick again.

She was so wet and delicious that I had to put my thumb on her bud again, massaging her.

I laughed when I heard her moans getting louder and louder. It was music to my ears.

A multiorgasmic moaner. It couldn’t get better than this.

“Oh my God!” she cried, shutting her eyes.

“You lied,” I told her with a wicked smile while keeping pressure with my finger. “You said you didn’t have any more secret talents.”

“Oh, no,” she said as if waking up from a nightmare, afraid I might continue with this torture forever.

She covered her head with her hands.

Before starting again, I pulled my thumb from her pussy and licked it.

She tasted so fucking good. “I’ll make you come faster this time. I am feeling impatient too.”

“Darius!” she said, embarrassed.

“Oh, baby, but you taste so good.” I played with her mind, working on her arousal.

She opened her mouth as I started moving my cock back and forth, bringing new sensations to her and making her get lost with me.

I watched her captivating eyes, her cute little sexy body, and my hands grabbing her waist.

I was so close.

I grunted and pinched her nipples hard while I thrust, almost reaching for my release, and once she burst into her second orgasm, I exploded inside her.

And then I did something out of character.

I kissed Olivia Summer softly and held her in my arms, caging her as we fell asleep together.