“This is nice,” I tell him, and he just attacks my neck. He sucks in and then bites down, and it shoots straight through me. One hand wraps around my waist to hold me up, and he uses the other one to pull down my shirt, snapping the spaghetti strap. My breast suddenly feels the cool air right before he leans down and bites the pebble tip, rolling it between his teeth with just enough pressure that I throw my head back and moan. He pulls it into his mouth and then twirls his tongue around it. I’m almost feverish trying to get off him and get him naked.

“Naked,” I say while he assaults my nipple, and I can’t do anything except close my eyes. I’m focusing on his tongue and teeth, and I swear I’m one touch away from having an orgasm. It’s at the tip of my toes, working its way up, and my breathing gets a little bit more intense. I can taste it, and just like that, he stops what he’s doing.

Again, I moan, but this time in frustration. “I was so close.”

“Good things come to those who wait,” he tells me, and I swear I want to push him down and plant myself on his cock and take what I want. He tosses me onto the bed, and I prop myself up on my elbows and watch him. I didn’t really check him out before. He grabs his shirt from the back, and I watch as he pulls it over his head. I thought he would be like this, but it’s better; it’s so much fucking better. Everything is defined, his pecs are perfect and round, and his abs are on fucking point. His body is tanned and his chest so wide; not one thing on his body is bad. I look down and see his cock trying to get out, and from the looks of his shorts, he’s hard as a rock in every single place.

“How long are you going to make me wait?” I ask him. “I can start without you.”

“You touch yourself, and then I won’t make you come the whole time,” he says with his eyes focused on mine. “I’ll eat your pussy so hard, and I won’t make you come.”

“Is that a fact?” I ask him, and I’m almost tempted to play with myself, but something about the way he looks at me stops me.

“Not a fact. It’s the truth,” he says with authority, and I know he’ll do it. “Show me your pussy,” he asks. No, he demands.