She's blushing and raising her hands to cover her face, but I catch them, pin them to the bed beside her so that she can't hide. "What's going on?"
"It's different than I imagined," she says.
"Bad different?"
Her blush tells me all I need to know about that.
I laugh, and press a kiss to the side of her neck that she leans into. "This is what you wanted, right? To not think? To not choose?"
"Yes," her voice is barely a whisper.
"Then I'm choosing to not let you come until I want you to."
Her eyes dilate and I can tell the thought excites her. "Are you going to let me come tonight?"
"Yes," I say, but I like the thought of driving her crazy for days. "But maybe not next time. We'll see."
She tests her hands, pushing on mine to see if I'll release her. I don't. But she doesn't fight, she seems to relax into it, and I kiss her. We can taste each other, and it makes me fully hard again. I want to be inside her, but I'm not going to rush this.
I ease back down her body, and this time I use my fingers, dipping inside and stroking across her G-spot with them until I'm fucking her with my hand and she's begging me to go faster and do more. I don't. I move at a steady pace that's fast enough to make her shake but not fast enough to give her what she needs. Amber's body is starting to glisten with sweat, and God, I want to lick it all off her. I think about dragging her into the shower and washing her from head to toe, and that's something we're going to do, too. Maybe in the morning.
Amber's pussy clenches around my fingers, and she cries out as I pull them back, letting her orgasm collapse into nothing. She groans, "Why?"
"Because I don't care about what you want," I say.
I can feel her shiver. For a few minutes I just touch her, massaging her until she relaxes and all that orgasmic tension is gone. And then I'm on her again. Mouth and fingers both this time, I consume her. I suck her clit between my teeth and graze it while I'm stroking her inside, and she's suddenly there again. So fast and so close that I almost don't pull away in time. She screams, "Peter, please."
I grab a condom from my drawer and slip it on. I'm doing what she asked, but I'm also not a monster. Well, maybe I am a little, because I have an idea. Sliding into her, I groan at the way she grips my cock, pussy clenching down like it's desperate to be fucked, and I imagine that it is at this point.
"How badly do you want to come right now?"
She grabs at me, hands landing on my arms, desperate, fingers digging into my skin in a way I like. "So badly. How badly is a million badly?"
"I'm going to fuck you," I say, "and you're going to count down from sixty. Out loud. You can come when you reach zero."
She moans, and it turns into a whine but she doesn't protest, just closes her eyes, leaning back on the bed, and I like this. In the last ten years I've had a few partners who were a little kinky, but this is Amber. I like playing with her. I like knowing that this is what she wants, and even though she hates how much she wants to come, she likes that I'm telling her not to.
I thrust my hips a little deeper, and she gasps. "Count," I say to her, because I'm not going to hold back. I fuck her. Hard. Every ounce of worry and frustration I've had over the last few days, every fantasy and every need. Every thought of how badly I wanted her I put into fucking her. She's counting in my ear, breathless and desperate and trying to count but stopping and not able to continue because I'm going too fast, too hard, and I laugh. "The slower you count," I say, "the longer until you can come." She starts again. Forty, thirty-five. Twenty-five. I let myself give in to my pleasure, not holding back and rolling my hips so that the friction on my cock drives me higher. Amber is still counting. Fifteen. Ten.
I drive home, plunging into her with a speed I didn't know I had, and I let go, the world exploding as she hits zero. Amber screams, pussy clamping down around me as her orgasm rips through her and mine is there too. It's like flying through a galaxy of exploding stars, and I don't stop fucking because it feels too good to stop, and Amber is shaking underneath me with hers, holding onto me for dear life.
A final burst of pleasure flashes behind my eyes and my head clears. Amber is still feeling the aftershocks of her orgasm, and every move I make with my cock makes her moan. I could probably make her come again. And I want to, so I do.
Reaching between us, I press my thumb on her clit, rolling it in circles, and she moans, "Please. please."
"Yes."
I move my thumb faster and faster, circling until I see her go tense, this orgasm fast and quiet, but her eyes close and her back arches and I know it feels just as good. I kiss her briefly before slipping out of her to get rid of the condom and quickly scrub the lipstick off my cock before climbing into bed with her again, pulling her up to the head of the bed beside me and covering us both with a blanket. She makes herself comfortable draped across my chest.
"That was a good fantasy," I say, laughing.
"Yeah." Her voice is hoarse, and I can't help smiling. I don't know any man in the world who wouldn't feel pride at making his woman scream so much they lose their voice. That might be my next goal. We'll see.
I run my fingers through her hair and she sighs. It doesn't feel right to speak above a whisper. "Can I ask you something?"
"Yeah," she says, still quiet.
"Why are you embarrassed by your fantasies."
The little I can see of her face turns pink. "Because."
"That's not a real reason."
She looks up at me, and makes a face. "It's not so different from being a female director. People automatically assumes that sexual fantasies are for men. Including most men. We're there to be fantasies, not to have fantasies."
I roll us over so she's on her back and I can see all of her face, study her. I'm never going to get tired of looking at her face. "Let me guess, you shared a fantasy with someone and they didn't like it."
"Something like that," she says, avoiding my eyes. "They laughed."
Anger surges through me, hard and fast, but that's not what Amber needs. "I'm never going to laugh at you," I say, adding a smile. "Well, not about this. I never knew that you were kinky."
"I'm not."
"It's okay if you are," I say quickly. "I don't mind."
She shakes her head. "I'm not kinky."
"So you just like me telling you what to do?"
Amber bites her lip and blushes again. But this makes sense. Even in high school, Amber was calmest when I helped her, when I was physically on top of her like a thunder blanket, and inside her so she was distracted. The seeds were always there even if I didn't notice them. "It's okay," I say softly in her ear. "Everybody has the stuff they like, and there's nothing wrong with that."
She reaches out to me, stroking her hand down my arm. "It's just weird and embarrassing."
"Why?"
"Because I've worked hard to be where I am, and I find it strange that you telling me that I'm not allowed to do something turns me on."