Page 59 of Filthy Dirty Dom
When Alex pushed a finger deep inside of Leslie, she gave a muffled moan.
He could stay here for hours, feeling her shuddering around him. Her muscles contracting and loosening, urging him to move. She felt incredible, so tight, so wet. He added another finger and almost lost control when Leslie murmured his name.
Alex took his time as he fucked Leslie with his fingers. The morning could come, nightfall could descend once again, and he could still be there, moving his fingers slowly in and out of her. He wanted to bring her gently to the edge. He wanted to show her he could be soft with her, delicate and patient. And he wanted to prove to himself that he could maintain that kind of control with her.
Because while he knew that he was getting Leslie closer to orgasm, he himself was getting closer, too. Looking at the pleasure drugging her expression made him crazy with lust, so he closed his eyes, hoping it would calm his body. But even that did little as far as regaining his control because he felt her, heard her, smelled her.
The sound of Leslie's increasingly paced whimpers and the scratch of her nails against the sheets while he couldn't see her was so intense. With his eyes closed, he imagined her completely unrestrained. This was for her. She didn't have to look for his reaction, judge her performance. All she had to do was feel his touch.
Alex kept going, giving her a slight curl of his fingers each time he pressed fully into her. The muscles of his arm quivered not from the strain, but from the exertion of his self-control. Each time he felt her pussy clenching around his fingers, his animal instinct to pull her to his cock and thrust violently into her nearly took over. It was a constant struggle to restrain himself and continue to give himself sweetly to Leslie.
But she rewarded him a million times over for his effort. With her soft pants. With her gasping whispers of, “Yes, yes, yes.” With the smell of her sweat and wetness rising to his flared nostrils.
Alex soon became aware of Leslie's silence. He hadn't noticed it at first, so taken with the pulsing of her inner muscles against his fingers, with his own strangled breathing. But it became all he could think of with his eyes closed. The intensity of her silence. It seemed to stretch on forever. Leslie not making a single noise. The wet sound of his fingers driving in and out of her getting louder and louder.
“Alex, please, look at me. Please!”
At her words, Alex opened his eyes. She was flushed. She was gorgeous. And she was coming for him. “That’s it, baby girl. Take what I’m giving you. With just my fucking fingers in your pussy, Leslie, you’re going to come so hard.”
She cried out suddenly and grabbed for him as her orgasm wracked her small body. He drew her near, petting her hair through it, whispering calmly in her ear, "Good girl, good girl." It was incredible for him, how little they’d done yet how explosive her response was.
It made him eager for what was to come.
He wanted to sink his teeth into her still trembling shoulder, lap at her dripping wet pussy, rub himself against her naked body with abandon. He wanted to be an animal with her.
But for now he allowed himself only to pet her pussy, easing her down while she moaned sweetly. Finally, she relaxed and sank completely into him. As she watched, he removed his hand from between her thighs and sucked on his fingers.
“Delicious,” he growled.
Leslie nestled in closer to him. It was almost as if she were trying to hide from him. Something he wouldn’t allow.
Alex loved the way she looked after coming, her cheeks flushed, hair a little messy, eyes slightly sleepy. How would she look if he brought her to orgasm with a feather? With a whip? With nipple clamps and ice cubes?
Innocently, Leslie asked, "Have you ever had an orgasm thinking about me?"
Her eyes searched his as she waited for his response. Leslie was always surprising Alex. Any time he thought he'd pegged her, she said something unexpected or gave him a look that threw him. As he gazed down at her, he saw that while she'd asked meekly, she already knew the answer.
She just wanted to hear him say it.
"What do you think?"
Alex's body gave a little involuntary jolt when Leslie's hand brushed his cockhead through his sweat. She grinned as she wrapped her fingers around his throbbing shaft.
"I think that's not an answer," she said. "And you know it."
Alex laughed and guided Leslie's face back toward his chest as she stroked him. He breathed in the scent of her shampoo and then groaned into her hair. He rubbed his cheek against the silky top of her head. Leslie's exhales condensed on the bare skin of his chest which rose and fell with increased speed.
Her small fingers felt amazing on him. And she had an instinct for how fast to move over him, when to twist her fist over his head, how hard to squeeze at the base where his balls were already drawing in tight. But he didn’t want to come. This had been for her. To take the edge off a bit. To prime her, just slightly, for what was to come.
Gently, he squeezed her hand then urged it away from him.
“Just enjoy what we did, Leslie. And I’ll enjoy the knowledge that I pleasured you and the anticipation of what’s going to come next. As will you, I hope.”
She closed her eyes and sighed, a smile on her face. “I already am, Alex. I already am.”
He engulfed her in his arms, and he and Leslie seemed to sink deeper into the crisp sheets. He liked knowing that she was satiated and safe in his arms.
Kissing the top of her head, he said, "The answer is I've orgasmed thinking of you more times than I can count."