My hand wanders down her body, running along the ridges of her shoulder blades to the valley of her back. I stop just above her ass. God, the things I want to do to her backside. I haven’t even been inside her yet and my imagination is already spinning out of control.

I could live like this forever. I could throw my phone out the window and never speak to anyone again. Except her.

All at once, everything is clear and focused, an arrow heading directly for a bullseye.

My goddamn heart.

She shifts on my leg, and it’s a dangerous game she’s playing as she grinds against my dick. I can’t stifle the groan sitting in my throat.

“Emma,” I warn. There’s no real threat behind her name. I wouldn’t care if she rode me until dinnertime, tits bouncing and pussy clenching.

“I’m not doing anything bad.”

I watch, transfixed as she brings herself up my length. Her lip catches between her teeth. She’s determined. Concentrated. My hardworking girl.

“Of course you’re not. You’re so good.” The pink flush tints her skin, and I knew she had a thing for praise. “You’d never do anything wrong, would you?” My thumb traces the hem of her shorts, dipping under the fabric and running across smooth skin.

“N-no. I just… I want you so bad. And it sounds so stupid, but after last night I—”

A spontaneous idea pops into my head. “Do you want to play a game?”

“A game? What kind of game?”

“We have four minutes until we need to get up. Which means you have four minutes to get off, Emma. If you don’t, this stops, we go downstairs, and you don’t get to come until tonight.”

Orgasm denial isn’t high on my list of preferred kinks; it’s practically near the bottom. No shaming those who enjoy it, but I get off on my partner getting off. Something about this game, though, has me growing harder, curious to see if she’ll accept the “rules” I’ve enacted.

“Will you help?”

“Like I’d ever say no to touching you. Three minutes and thirty seconds.”

“I want to play,” she says quickly. I start a timer on my phone, the countdown beginning.

“Tell me what you want. What you need. You’re in charge here.”

Her eyes dart to the ticking time. “Touch my chest,” she says breathlessly, moving against my cock again. I’m going to be sporting the biggest fucking case of blue balls when we’re finished.

It’s going to be worth it.

Complying, my hands dip under her shirt and roam up her stomach to her chest. My fingers find her pebbled nipples and I pinch them in unison, eliciting another gasp from her mouth.