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Story: Commander
Chapter Six
I stirredas rough stubble grazed up my inner thighs. My body was on fire, covered in sweat and in need of release.
I moaned, “More. Please more.”
Gripping thick, wavy hair, I tried to position the mouth delving into my core to the spot I was desperate for touch.
“I’ll stop if you don’t move those hands back into position.” He lifted his head and stared up my body to my face.
“You’re making me crazy.” I glowered at him but threw my head back as he swiped a tongue down the length of my lower lips.
“Then you know how I’ve felt for the past two years. You made us wait, knowing how explosive we are in bed.”
Lifting my hips, I rode the fingers he’d pressed into my sopping core.
“Oh God. Ashu, I’m almost there.”
“I know, baby.”
“Then why won’t you let me come?”
He stopped his ministrations and slid up my body, letting his hard cock glide into the folds of my sex.
My pussy spasmed, readying itself for his invasion.
“Because you have to come to me. I told you I’d stick to our bargain. The only person who can break the no-sex-until-marriage rule you asked for is you.” He pressed in a fraction and then retreated.
“So, you’re going to leave me hanging?”
“That is your decision.” He laughed and thrust deep.
I cried out, sitting straight up in bed, and gasped for air. I searched the dark room for Ashur.
Son of a bitch. It was another one of those tormenting dreams.
Every day for the last week, I’d dreamed of Ashur and me in some sexual situation or another.
What had happened in Ashur’s office yesterday was only adding to the frustration I felt.
I’d tried self-gratification, but it left me unsatisfied. What was the point of my battery-operated boyfriend if I couldn’t get the relief I wanted?
I threw myself down onto my mattress and wiped a hand down my sweat-covered face.
Turning, I glanced at the clock.
Four AM. Fuck.
This was getting ridiculous.
Maybe my dreams were getting worse because of the fact Ashur had become more forward the closer we got to the wedding. Or maybe it was because I’d gone years without needing sex and my body was ready to break free from the self-imposed drought.
I rolled over onto my stomach and covered my head with my pillow. How the hell was I going to go back to sleep when my body ached for a man I shouldn’t want to this level?
You’ll crave me as much as I crave you.
Ashur had said those words to me, not knowing that my desire for him hadn’t stopped in the past fifteen years.
Shit, I had to get some rest, but I’d only be wasting time lying in bed for the next two hours.
I stirredas rough stubble grazed up my inner thighs. My body was on fire, covered in sweat and in need of release.
I moaned, “More. Please more.”
Gripping thick, wavy hair, I tried to position the mouth delving into my core to the spot I was desperate for touch.
“I’ll stop if you don’t move those hands back into position.” He lifted his head and stared up my body to my face.
“You’re making me crazy.” I glowered at him but threw my head back as he swiped a tongue down the length of my lower lips.
“Then you know how I’ve felt for the past two years. You made us wait, knowing how explosive we are in bed.”
Lifting my hips, I rode the fingers he’d pressed into my sopping core.
“Oh God. Ashu, I’m almost there.”
“I know, baby.”
“Then why won’t you let me come?”
He stopped his ministrations and slid up my body, letting his hard cock glide into the folds of my sex.
My pussy spasmed, readying itself for his invasion.
“Because you have to come to me. I told you I’d stick to our bargain. The only person who can break the no-sex-until-marriage rule you asked for is you.” He pressed in a fraction and then retreated.
“So, you’re going to leave me hanging?”
“That is your decision.” He laughed and thrust deep.
I cried out, sitting straight up in bed, and gasped for air. I searched the dark room for Ashur.
Son of a bitch. It was another one of those tormenting dreams.
Every day for the last week, I’d dreamed of Ashur and me in some sexual situation or another.
What had happened in Ashur’s office yesterday was only adding to the frustration I felt.
I’d tried self-gratification, but it left me unsatisfied. What was the point of my battery-operated boyfriend if I couldn’t get the relief I wanted?
I threw myself down onto my mattress and wiped a hand down my sweat-covered face.
Turning, I glanced at the clock.
Four AM. Fuck.
This was getting ridiculous.
Maybe my dreams were getting worse because of the fact Ashur had become more forward the closer we got to the wedding. Or maybe it was because I’d gone years without needing sex and my body was ready to break free from the self-imposed drought.
I rolled over onto my stomach and covered my head with my pillow. How the hell was I going to go back to sleep when my body ached for a man I shouldn’t want to this level?
You’ll crave me as much as I crave you.
Ashur had said those words to me, not knowing that my desire for him hadn’t stopped in the past fifteen years.
Shit, I had to get some rest, but I’d only be wasting time lying in bed for the next two hours.
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